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FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver.04.29.93*END* + + + + + ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND + + Lewis Carroll + + THE MILLENNIUM FULCRUM EDITION 3.0 + + + + + CHAPTER I + + Down the Rabbit-Hole + + + Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister +on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had +peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no +pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' +thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?' + + So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, +for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether +the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble +of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White +Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. + + There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice +think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to +itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought +it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have +wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); +but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT- +POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to +her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never +before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to +take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the +field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop +down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. + + In another moment down went Alice after it, never once +considering how in the world she was to get out again. + + The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, +and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a +moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself +falling down a very deep well. + + Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she +had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to +wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look +down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to +see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and +noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; +here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She +took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was +labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it +was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing +somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she +fell past it. + + `Well!' thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this, I +shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll +all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, +even if I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely +true.) + + Down, down, down. Would the fall NEVER come to an end! `I +wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. +`I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let +me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, +you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her +lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a VERY good +opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to +listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, +that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude +or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, +or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to +say.) + + Presently she began again. `I wonder if I shall fall right +THROUGH the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the +people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I +think--' (she was rather glad there WAS no one listening, this +time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) `--but I shall +have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. +Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried +to curtsey as she spoke--fancy CURTSEYING as you're falling +through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) `And what +an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll +never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.' + + Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon +began talking again. `Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I +should think!' (Dinah was the cat.) `I hope they'll remember +her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were +down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but +you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. +But do cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get +rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of +way, `Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, `Do +bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either +question, it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt +that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she +was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very +earnestly, `Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a +bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of +sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over. + + Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a +moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her +was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in +sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: +away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it +say, as it turned a corner, `Oh my ears and whiskers, how late +it's getting!' She was close behind it when she turned the +corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found +herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps +hanging from the roof. + + There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; +and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the +other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, +wondering how she was ever to get out again. + + Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of +solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, +and Alice's first thought was that it might belong to one of the +doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or +the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of +them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low +curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little +door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key +in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted! + + Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small +passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and +looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. +How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about +among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but +she could not even get her head though the doorway; `and even if +my head would go through,' thought poor Alice, `it would be of +very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish +I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only +know how to begin.' For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things +had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few +things indeed were really impossible. + + There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she +went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on +it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like +telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it, (`which +certainly was not here before,' said Alice,) and round the neck +of the bottle was a paper label, with the words `DRINK ME' +beautifully printed on it in large letters. + + It was all very well to say `Drink me,' but the wise little +Alice was not going to do THAT in a hurry. `No, I'll look +first,' she said, `and see whether it's marked "poison" or not'; +for she had read several nice little histories about children who +had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant +things, all because they WOULD not remember the simple rules +their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker +will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your +finger VERY deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had +never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked +`poison,' it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or +later. + + However, this bottle was NOT marked `poison,' so Alice ventured +to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort +of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast +turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished +it off. + + * * * * * * * + + * * * * * * + + * * * * * * * + + `What a curious feeling!' said Alice; `I must be shutting up +like a telescope.' + + And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and +her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right +size for going through the little door into that lovely garden. +First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was +going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about +this; `for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, `in my +going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be +like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is +like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember +ever having seen such a thing. + + After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided +on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! +when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the +little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, +she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it +quite plainly through the glass, and she tried her best to climb +up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery; +and when she had tired herself out with trying, +the poor little thing sat down and cried. + + `Come, there's no use in crying like that!' said Alice to +herself, rather sharply; `I advise you to leave off this minute!' +She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very +seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so +severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered +trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game +of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious +child was very fond of pretending to be two people. `But it's no +use now,' thought poor Alice, `to pretend to be two people! Why, +there's hardly enough of me left to make ONE respectable +person!' + + Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under +the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on +which the words `EAT ME' were beautifully marked in currants. +`Well, I'll eat it,' said Alice, `and if it makes me grow larger, +I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep +under the door; so either way I'll get into the garden, and I +don't care which happens!' + + She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, `Which +way? Which way?', holding her hand on the top of her head to +feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to +find that she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally +happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the +way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, +that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the +common way. + + So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake. + + * * * * * * * + + * * * * * * + + * * * * * * * + + + + + CHAPTER II + + The Pool of Tears + + + `Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (she was so much +surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good +English); `now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that +ever was! Good-bye, feet!' (for when she looked down at her +feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so +far off). `Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on +your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure _I_ shan't +be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself +about you: you must manage the best way you can; --but I must be +kind to them,' thought Alice, `or perhaps they won't walk the +way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them a new pair of +boots every Christmas.' + + And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. +`They must go by the carrier,' she thought; `and how funny it'll +seem, sending presents to one's own feet! And how odd the +directions will look! + + ALICE'S RIGHT FOOT, ESQ. + HEARTHRUG, + NEAR THE FENDER, + (WITH ALICE'S LOVE). + +Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!' + + Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in +fact she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took +up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door. + + Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one +side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get +through was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to +cry again. + + `You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Alice, `a great +girl like you,' (she might well say this), `to go on crying in +this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!' But she went on all +the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool +all round her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the +hall. + + After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the +distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. +It was the White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a +pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the +other: he came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to +himself as he came, `Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won't she +be savage if I've kept her waiting!' Alice felt so desperate +that she was ready to ask help of any one; so, when the Rabbit +came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, `If you please, +sir--' The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid +gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard +as he could go. + + Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very +hot, she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking: +`Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday +things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in +the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this +morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little +different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in +the world am I? Ah, THAT'S the great puzzle!' And she began +thinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age +as herself, to see if she could have been changed for any of +them. + + `I'm sure I'm not Ada,' she said, `for her hair goes in such +long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm +sure I can't be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, +oh! she knows such a very little! Besides, SHE'S she, and I'm I, +and--oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I'll try if I know all the +things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, +and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is--oh dear! +I shall never get to twenty at that rate! However, the +Multiplication Table doesn't signify: let's try Geography. +London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, +and Rome--no, THAT'S all wrong, I'm certain! I must have been +changed for Mabel! I'll try and say "How doth the little--"' +and she crossed her hands on her lap as if she were saying lessons, +and began to repeat it, but her voice sounded hoarse and +strange, and the words did not come the same as they used to do:-- + + `How doth the little crocodile + Improve his shining tail, + And pour the waters of the Nile + On every golden scale! + + `How cheerfully he seems to grin, + How neatly spread his claws, + And welcome little fishes in + With gently smiling jaws!' + + `I'm sure those are not the right words,' said poor Alice, and +her eyes filled with tears again as she went on, `I must be Mabel +after all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky little +house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so +many lessons to learn! No, I've made up my mind about it; if I'm +Mabel, I'll stay down here! It'll be no use their putting their +heads down and saying "Come up again, dear!" I shall only look +up and say "Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I +like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down +here till I'm somebody else"--but, oh dear!' cried Alice, with a +sudden burst of tears, `I do wish they WOULD put their heads +down! I am so VERY tired of being all alone here!' + + As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was +surprised to see that she had put on one of the Rabbit's little +white kid gloves while she was talking. `How CAN I have done +that?' she thought. `I must be growing small again.' She got up +and went to the table to measure herself by it, and found that, +as nearly as she could guess, she was now about two feet high, +and was going on shrinking rapidly: she soon found out that the +cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped it +hastily, just in time to avoid shrinking away altogether. + +`That WAS a narrow escape!' said Alice, a good deal frightened at +the sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in +existence; `and now for the garden!' and she ran with all speed +back to the little door: but, alas! the little door was shut +again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as +before, `and things are worse than ever,' thought the poor child, +`for I never was so small as this before, never! And I declare +it's too bad, that it is!' + + As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another +moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first +idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, `and in that +case I can go back by railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had +been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general +conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find +a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in +the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and +behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that +she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine +feet high. + + `I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about, +trying to find her way out. `I shall be punished for it now, I +suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That WILL be a queer +thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.' + + Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a +little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at +first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then +she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that +it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself. + + `Would it be of any use, now,' thought Alice, `to speak to this +mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should +think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm in +trying.' So she began: `O Mouse, do you know the way out of +this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!' +(Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse: +she had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having +seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, `A mouse--of a mouse--to a +mouse--a mouse--O mouse!' The Mouse looked at her rather +inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little +eyes, but it said nothing. + + `Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thought Alice; `I +daresay it's a French mouse, come over with William the +Conqueror.' (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had +no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she +began again: `Ou est ma chatte?' which was the first sentence in +her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the +water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. `Oh, I beg +your pardon!' cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the +poor animal's feelings. `I quite forgot you didn't like cats.' + + `Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate +voice. `Would YOU like cats if you were me?' + + `Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: `don't be +angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: +I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. +She is such a dear quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, +as she swam lazily about in the pool, `and she sits purring so +nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face--and +she is such a nice soft thing to nurse--and she's such a capital +one for catching mice--oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice again, +for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt +certain it must be really offended. `We won't talk about her any +more if you'd rather not.' + + `We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end +of his tail. `As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family +always HATED cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear +the name again!' + + `I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to change the +subject of conversation. `Are you--are you fond--of--of dogs?' +The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: `There is +such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! +A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly +brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and +it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things--I +can't remember half of them--and it belongs to a farmer, you +know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! +He says it kills all the rats and--oh dear!' cried Alice in a +sorrowful tone, `I'm afraid I've offended it again!' For the +Mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and +making quite a commotion in the pool as it went. + + So she called softly after it, `Mouse dear! Do come back +again, and we won't talk about cats or dogs either, if you don't +like them!' When the Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam +slowly back to her: its face was quite pale (with passion, Alice +thought), and it said in a low trembling voice, `Let us get to +the shore, and then I'll tell you my history, and you'll +understand why it is I hate cats and dogs.' + + It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded +with the birds and animals that had fallen into it: there were a +Duck and a Dodo, a Lory and an Eaglet, and several other curious +creatures. Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the +shore. + + + + CHAPTER III + + A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale + + + They were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the +bank--the birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their +fur clinging close to them, and all dripping wet, cross, and +uncomfortable. + + The first question of course was, how to get dry again: they +had a consultation about this, and after a few minutes it seemed +quite natural to Alice to find herself talking familiarly with +them, as if she had known them all her life. Indeed, she had +quite a long argument with the Lory, who at last turned sulky, +and would only say, `I am older than you, and must know better'; +and this Alice would not allow without knowing how old it was, +and, as the Lory positively refused to tell its age, there was no +more to be said. + + At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person of authority among +them, called out, `Sit down, all of you, and listen to me! I'LL +soon make you dry enough!' They all sat down at once, in a large +ring, with the Mouse in the middle. Alice kept her eyes +anxiously fixed on it, for she felt sure she would catch a bad +cold if she did not get dry very soon. + + `Ahem!' said the Mouse with an important air, `are you all ready? +This is the driest thing I know. Silence all round, if you please! +"William the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the pope, was +soon submitted to by the English, who wanted leaders, and had been +of late much accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and +Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria--"' + + `Ugh!' said the Lory, with a shiver. + + `I beg your pardon!' said the Mouse, frowning, but very +politely: `Did you speak?' + + `Not I!' said the Lory hastily. + + `I thought you did,' said the Mouse. `--I proceed. "Edwin and +Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him: +and even Stigand, the patriotic archbishop of Canterbury, found +it advisable--"' + + `Found WHAT?' said the Duck. + + `Found IT,' the Mouse replied rather crossly: `of course you +know what "it" means.' + + `I know what "it" means well enough, when I find a thing,' said +the Duck: `it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, +what did the archbishop find?' + + The Mouse did not notice this question, but hurriedly went on, +`"--found it advisable to go with Edgar Atheling to meet William +and offer him the crown. William's conduct at first was +moderate. But the insolence of his Normans--" How are you +getting on now, my dear?' it continued, turning to Alice as it +spoke. + + `As wet as ever,' said Alice in a melancholy tone: `it doesn't +seem to dry me at all.' + + `In that case,' said the Dodo solemnly, rising to its feet, `I +move that the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more +energetic remedies--' + + `Speak English!' said the Eaglet. `I don't know the meaning of +half those long words, and, what's more, I don't believe you do +either!' And the Eaglet bent down its head to hide a smile: +some of the other birds tittered audibly. + + `What I was going to say,' said the Dodo in an offended tone, +`was, that the best thing to get us dry would be a Caucus-race.' + + `What IS a Caucus-race?' said Alice; not that she wanted much +to know, but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that SOMEBODY +ought to speak, and no one else seemed inclined to say anything. + + `Why,' said the Dodo, `the best way to explain it is to do it.' +(And, as you might like to try the thing yourself, some winter +day, I will tell you how the Dodo managed it.) + + First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of circle, (`the +exact shape doesn't matter,' it said,) and then all the party +were placed along the course, here and there. There was no `One, +two, three, and away,' but they began running when they liked, +and left off when they liked, so that it was not easy to know +when the race was over. However, when they had been running half +an hour or so, and were quite dry again, the Dodo suddenly called +out `The race is over!' and they all crowded round it, panting, +and asking, `But who has won?' + + This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of +thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon +its forehead (the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, +in the pictures of him), while the rest waited in silence. At +last the Dodo said, `EVERYBODY has won, and all must have +prizes.' + + `But who is to give the prizes?' quite a chorus of voices +asked. + + `Why, SHE, of course,' said the Dodo, pointing to Alice with +one finger; and the whole party at once crowded round her, +calling out in a confused way, `Prizes! Prizes!' + + Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she put her hand +in her pocket, and pulled out a box of comfits, (luckily the salt +water had not got into it), and handed them round as prizes. +There was exactly one a-piece all round. + + `But she must have a prize herself, you know,' said the Mouse. + + `Of course,' the Dodo replied very gravely. `What else have +you got in your pocket?' he went on, turning to Alice. + + `Only a thimble,' said Alice sadly. + + `Hand it over here,' said the Dodo. + + Then they all crowded round her once more, while the Dodo +solemnly presented the thimble, saying `We beg your acceptance of +this elegant thimble'; and, when it had finished this short +speech, they all cheered. + + Alice thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked +so grave that she did not dare to laugh; and, as she could not +think of anything to say, she simply bowed, and took the thimble, +looking as solemn as she could. + + The next thing was to eat the comfits: this caused some noise +and confusion, as the large birds complained that they could not +taste theirs, and the small ones choked and had to be patted on +the back. However, it was over at last, and they sat down again +in a ring, and begged the Mouse to tell them something more. + + `You promised to tell me your history, you know,' said Alice, +`and why it is you hate--C and D,' she added in a whisper, half +afraid that it would be offended again. + + `Mine is a long and a sad tale!' said the Mouse, turning to +Alice, and sighing. + + `It IS a long tail, certainly,' said Alice, looking down with +wonder at the Mouse's tail; `but why do you call it sad?' And +she kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so +that her idea of the tale was something like this:-- + + `Fury said to a + mouse, That he + met in the + house, + "Let us + both go to + law: I will + prosecute + YOU. --Come, + I'll take no + denial; We + must have a + trial: For + really this + morning I've + nothing + to do." + Said the + mouse to the + cur, "Such + a trial, + dear Sir, + With + no jury + or judge, + would be + wasting + our + breath." + "I'll be + judge, I'll + be jury," + Said + cunning + old Fury: + "I'll + try the + whole + cause, + and + condemn + you + to + death."' + + + `You are not attending!' said the Mouse to Alice severely. +`What are you thinking of?' + + `I beg your pardon,' said Alice very humbly: `you had got to +the fifth bend, I think?' + + `I had NOT!' cried the Mouse, sharply and very angrily. + + `A knot!' said Alice, always ready to make herself useful, and +looking anxiously about her. `Oh, do let me help to undo it!' + + `I shall do nothing of the sort,' said the Mouse, getting up +and walking away. `You insult me by talking such nonsense!' + + `I didn't mean it!' pleaded poor Alice. `But you're so easily +offended, you know!' + + The Mouse only growled in reply. + + `Please come back and finish your story!' Alice called after +it; and the others all joined in chorus, `Yes, please do!' but +the Mouse only shook its head impatiently, and walked a little +quicker. + + `What a pity it wouldn't stay!' sighed the Lory, as soon as it +was quite out of sight; and an old Crab took the opportunity of +saying to her daughter `Ah, my dear! Let this be a lesson to you +never to lose YOUR temper!' `Hold your tongue, Ma!' said the +young Crab, a little snappishly. `You're enough to try the +patience of an oyster!' + + `I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!' said Alice aloud, +addressing nobody in particular. `She'd soon fetch it back!' + + `And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask the question?' +said the Lory. + + Alice replied eagerly, for she was always ready to talk about +her pet: `Dinah's our cat. And she's such a capital one for +catching mice you can't think! And oh, I wish you could see her +after the birds! Why, she'll eat a little bird as soon as look +at it!' + + This speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party. +Some of the birds hurried off at once: one old Magpie began +wrapping itself up very carefully, remarking, `I really must be +getting home; the night-air doesn't suit my throat!' and a Canary +called out in a trembling voice to its children, `Come away, my +dears! It's high time you were all in bed!' On various pretexts +they all moved off, and Alice was soon left alone. + + `I wish I hadn't mentioned Dinah!' she said to herself in a +melancholy tone. `Nobody seems to like her, down here, and I'm +sure she's the best cat in the world! Oh, my dear Dinah! I +wonder if I shall ever see you any more!' And here poor Alice +began to cry again, for she felt very lonely and low-spirited. +In a little while, however, she again heard a little pattering of +footsteps in the distance, and she looked up eagerly, half hoping +that the Mouse had changed his mind, and was coming back to +finish his story. + + + + CHAPTER IV + + The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill + + + It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and +looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; +and she heard it muttering to itself `The Duchess! The Duchess! +Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She'll get me +executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where CAN I have +dropped them, I wonder?' Alice guessed in a moment that it was +looking for the fan and the pair of white kid gloves, and she +very good-naturedly began hunting about for them, but they were +nowhere to be seen--everything seemed to have changed since her +swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the glass table and +the little door, had vanished completely. + + Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went hunting about, +and called out to her in an angry tone, `Why, Mary Ann, what ARE +you doing out here? Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of +gloves and a fan! Quick, now!' And Alice was so much frightened +that she ran off at once in the direction it pointed to, without +trying to explain the mistake it had made. + + `He took me for his housemaid,' she said to herself as she ran. +`How surprised he'll be when he finds out who I am! But I'd +better take him his fan and gloves--that is, if I can find them.' +As she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door +of which was a bright brass plate with the name `W. RABBIT' +engraved upon it. She went in without knocking, and hurried +upstairs, in great fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, +and be turned out of the house before she had found the fan and +gloves. + + `How queer it seems,' Alice said to herself, `to be going +messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah'll be sending me on +messages next!' And she began fancying the sort of thing that +would happen: `"Miss Alice! Come here directly, and get ready +for your walk!" "Coming in a minute, nurse! But I've got to see +that the mouse doesn't get out." Only I don't think,' Alice went +on, `that they'd let Dinah stop in the house if it began ordering +people about like that!' + + By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with +a table in the window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two +or three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: she took up the fan and +a pair of the gloves, and was just going to leave the room, when +her eye fell upon a little bottle that stood near the looking- +glass. There was no label this time with the words `DRINK ME,' +but nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her lips. `I know +SOMETHING interesting is sure to happen,' she said to herself, +`whenever I eat or drink anything; so I'll just see what this +bottle does. I do hope it'll make me grow large again, for +really I'm quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!' + + It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: +before she had drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing +against the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being +broken. She hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself +`That's quite enough--I hope I shan't grow any more--As it is, I +can't get out at the door--I do wish I hadn't drunk quite so +much!' + + Alas! it was too late to wish that! She went on growing, and +growing, and very soon had to kneel down on the floor: in +another minute there was not even room for this, and she tried +the effect of lying down with one elbow against the door, and the +other arm curled round her head. Still she went on growing, and, +as a last resource, she put one arm out of the window, and one +foot up the chimney, and said to herself `Now I can do no more, +whatever happens. What WILL become of me?' + + Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full +effect, and she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, +and, as there seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever getting +out of the room again, no wonder she felt unhappy. + + `It was much pleasanter at home,' thought poor Alice, `when one +wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about +by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down that +rabbit-hole--and yet--and yet--it's rather curious, you know, +this sort of life! I do wonder what CAN have happened to me! +When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing +never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There +ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And when +I grow up, I'll write one--but I'm grown up now,' she added in a +sorrowful tone; `at least there's no room to grow up any more +HERE.' + + `But then,' thought Alice, `shall I NEVER get any older than I +am now? That'll be a comfort, one way--never to be an old woman-- +but then--always to have lessons to learn! Oh, I shouldn't like THAT!' + + `Oh, you foolish Alice!' she answered herself. `How can you +learn lessons in here? Why, there's hardly room for YOU, and no +room at all for any lesson-books!' + + And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, +and making quite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few +minutes she heard a voice outside, and stopped to listen. + + `Mary Ann! Mary Ann!' said the voice. `Fetch me my gloves +this moment!' Then came a little pattering of feet on the +stairs. Alice knew it was the Rabbit coming to look for her, and +she trembled till she shook the house, quite forgetting that she +was now about a thousand times as large as the Rabbit, and had no +reason to be afraid of it. + + Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it; +but, as the door opened inwards, and Alice's elbow was pressed +hard against it, that attempt proved a failure. Alice heard it +say to itself `Then I'll go round and get in at the window.' + + `THAT you won't' thought Alice, and, after waiting till she +fancied she heard the Rabbit just under the window, she suddenly +spread out her hand, and made a snatch in the air. She did not +get hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a fall, +and a crash of broken glass, from which she concluded that it was +just possible it had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something +of the sort. + + Next came an angry voice--the Rabbit's--`Pat! Pat! Where are +you?' And then a voice she had never heard before, `Sure then +I'm here! Digging for apples, yer honour!' + + `Digging for apples, indeed!' said the Rabbit angrily. `Here! +Come and help me out of THIS!' (Sounds of more broken glass.) + + `Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window?' + + `Sure, it's an arm, yer honour!' (He pronounced it `arrum.') + + `An arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it +fills the whole window!' + + `Sure, it does, yer honour: but it's an arm for all that.' + + `Well, it's got no business there, at any rate: go and take it +away!' + + There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear +whispers now and then; such as, `Sure, I don't like it, yer +honour, at all, at all!' `Do as I tell you, you coward!' and at +last she spread out her hand again, and made another snatch in +the air. This time there were TWO little shrieks, and more +sounds of broken glass. `What a number of cucumber-frames there +must be!' thought Alice. `I wonder what they'll do next! As for +pulling me out of the window, I only wish they COULD! I'm sure I +don't want to stay in here any longer!' + + She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at +last came a rumbling of little cartwheels, and the sound of a +good many voices all talking together: she made out the words: +`Where's the other ladder?--Why, I hadn't to bring but one; +Bill's got the other--Bill! fetch it here, lad!--Here, put 'em up +at this corner--No, tie 'em together first--they don't reach half +high enough yet--Oh! they'll do well enough; don't be particular-- +Here, Bill! catch hold of this rope--Will the roof bear?--Mind +that loose slate--Oh, it's coming down! Heads below!' (a loud +crash)--`Now, who did that?--It was Bill, I fancy--Who's to go +down the chimney?--Nay, I shan't! YOU do it!--That I won't, +then!--Bill's to go down--Here, Bill! the master says you're to +go down the chimney!' + + `Oh! So Bill's got to come down the chimney, has he?' said +Alice to herself. `Shy, they seem to put everything upon Bill! +I wouldn't be in Bill's place for a good deal: this fireplace is +narrow, to be sure; but I THINK I can kick a little!' + + She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and +waited till she heard a little animal (she couldn't guess of what +sort it was) scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close +above her: then, saying to herself `This is Bill,' she gave one +sharp kick, and waited to see what would happen next. + + The first thing she heard was a general chorus of `There goes +Bill!' then the Rabbit's voice along--`Catch him, you by the +hedge!' then silence, and then another confusion of voices--`Hold +up his head--Brandy now--Don't choke him--How was it, old fellow? +What happened to you? Tell us all about it!' + + Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice, (`That's Bill,' +thought Alice,) `Well, I hardly know--No more, thank ye; I'm +better now--but I'm a deal too flustered to tell you--all I know +is, something comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box, and up I goes +like a sky-rocket!' + + `So you did, old fellow!' said the others. + + `We must burn the house down!' said the Rabbit's voice; and +Alice called out as loud as she could, `If you do. I'll set +Dinah at you!' + + There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to +herself, `I wonder what they WILL do next! If they had any +sense, they'd take the roof off.' After a minute or two, they +began moving about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, `A +barrowful will do, to begin with.' + + `A barrowful of WHAT?' thought Alice; but she had not long to +doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came +rattling in at the window, and some of them hit her in the face. +`I'll put a stop to this,' she said to herself, and shouted out, +`You'd better not do that again!' which produced another dead +silence. + + Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all +turning into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright +idea came into her head. `If I eat one of these cakes,' she +thought, `it's sure to make SOME change in my size; and as it +can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I +suppose.' + + So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find +that she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small +enough to get through the door, she ran out of the house, and +found quite a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside. +The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by +two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle. +They all made a rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she +ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself safe in a +thick wood. + + `The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as she +wandered about in the wood, `is to grow to my right size again; +and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. +I think that will be the best plan.' + + It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and +simply arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the +smallest idea how to set about it; and while she was peering +about anxiously among the trees, a little sharp bark just over +her head made her look up in a great hurry. + + An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round +eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. +`Poor little thing!' said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried +hard to whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all the +time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which case it +would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing. + + Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of +stick, and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped +into the air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, +and rushed at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice +dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run +over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy +made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in +its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very +like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every +moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle +again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the +stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long +way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat +down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its +mouth, and its great eyes half shut. + + This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; +so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out +of breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the +distance. + + `And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she +leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself +with one of the leaves: `I should have liked teaching it tricks +very much, if--if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh +dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let +me see--how IS it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or +drink something or other; but the great question is, what?' + + The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round +her at the flowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see +anything that looked like the right thing to eat or drink under +the circumstances. There was a large mushroom growing near her, +about the same height as herself; and when she had looked under +it, and on both sides of it, and behind it, it occurred to her +that she might as well look and see what was on the top of it. + + She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of +the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large +caterpillar, that was sitting on the top with its arms folded, +quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notice +of her or of anything else. + + + + CHAPTER V + + Advice from a Caterpillar + + + The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in +silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its +mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice. + + `Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar. + + This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice +replied, rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- +at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think +I must have been changed several times since then.' + + `What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. +`Explain yourself!' + + `I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, `because +I'm not myself, you see.' + + `I don't see,' said the Caterpillar. + + `I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very +politely, `for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and +being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.' + + `It isn't,' said the Caterpillar. + + `Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice; `but +when you have to turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you +know--and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll +feel it a little queer, won't you?' + + `Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar. + + `Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice; +`all I know is, it would feel very queer to ME.' + + `You!' said the Caterpillar contemptuously. `Who are YOU?' + + Which brought them back again to the beginning of the +conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar's +making such VERY short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, +very gravely, `I think, you ought to tell me who YOU are, first.' + + `Why?' said the Caterpillar. + + Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not +think of any good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in +a VERY unpleasant state of mind, she turned away. + + `Come back!' the Caterpillar called after her. `I've something +important to say!' + + This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back +again. + + `Keep your temper,' said the Caterpillar. + + `Is that all?' said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as +she could. + + `No,' said the Caterpillar. + + Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else +to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth +hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking, but +at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth +again, and said, `So you think you're changed, do you?' + + `I'm afraid I am, sir,' said Alice; `I can't remember things as +I used--and I don't keep the same size for ten minutes together!' + + `Can't remember WHAT things?' said the Caterpillar. + + `Well, I've tried to say "HOW DOTH THE LITTLE BUSY BEE," but it +all came different!' Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. + + `Repeat, "YOU ARE OLD, FATHER WILLIAM,"' said the Caterpillar. + + Alice folded her hands, and began:-- + + `You are old, Father William,' the young man said, + `And your hair has become very white; + And yet you incessantly stand on your head-- + Do you think, at your age, it is right?' + + `In my youth,' Father William replied to his son, + `I feared it might injure the brain; + But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, + Why, I do it again and again.' + + `You are old,' said the youth, `as I mentioned before, + And have grown most uncommonly fat; + Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door-- + Pray, what is the reason of that?' + + `In my youth,' said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, + `I kept all my limbs very supple + By the use of this ointment--one shilling the box-- + Allow me to sell you a couple?' + + `You are old,' said the youth, `and your jaws are too weak + For anything tougher than suet; + Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak-- + Pray how did you manage to do it?' + + `In my youth,' said his father, `I took to the law, + And argued each case with my wife; + And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw, + Has lasted the rest of my life.' + + `You are old,' said the youth, `one would hardly suppose + That your eye was as steady as ever; + Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-- + What made you so awfully clever?' + + `I have answered three questions, and that is enough,' + Said his father; `don't give yourself airs! + Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? + Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!' + + + `That is not said right,' said the Caterpillar. + + `Not QUITE right, I'm afraid,' said Alice, timidly; `some of the +words have got altered.' + + `It is wrong from beginning to end,' said the Caterpillar +decidedly, and there was silence for some minutes. + + The Caterpillar was the first to speak. + + `What size do you want to be?' it asked. + + `Oh, I'm not particular as to size,' Alice hastily replied; +`only one doesn't like changing so often, you know.' + + `I DON'T know,' said the Caterpillar. + + Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in +her life before, and she felt that she was losing her temper. + + `Are you content now?' said the Caterpillar. + + `Well, I should like to be a LITTLE larger, sir, if you +wouldn't mind,' said Alice: `three inches is such a wretched +height to be.' + + `It is a very good height indeed!' said the Caterpillar +angrily, rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three +inches high). + + `But I'm not used to it!' pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone. +And she thought of herself, `I wish the creatures wouldn't be so +easily offended!' + + `You'll get used to it in time,' said the Caterpillar; and it +put the hookah into its mouth and began smoking again. + + This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. +In a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its +mouth and yawned once or twice, and shook itself. Then it got +down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely +remarking as it went, `One side will make you grow taller, and +the other side will make you grow shorter.' + + `One side of WHAT? The other side of WHAT?' thought Alice to +herself. + + `Of the mushroom,' said the Caterpillar, just as if she had +asked it aloud; and in another moment it was out of sight. + + Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a +minute, trying to make out which were the two sides of it; and as +it was perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question. +However, at last she stretched her arms round it as far as they +would go, and broke off a bit of the edge with each hand. + + `And now which is which?' she said to herself, and nibbled a +little of the right-hand bit to try the effect: the next moment +she felt a violent blow underneath her chin: it had struck her +foot! + + She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but +she felt that there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking +rapidly; so she set to work at once to eat some of the other bit. +Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot, that there was +hardly room to open her mouth; but she did it at last, and +managed to swallow a morsel of the lefthand bit. + + + * * * * * * * + + * * * * * * + + * * * * * * * + + `Come, my head's free at last!' said Alice in a tone of +delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she +found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could +see, when she looked down, was an immense length of neck, which +seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay +far below her. + + `What CAN all that green stuff be?' said Alice. `And where +HAVE my shoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I +can't see you?' She was moving them about as she spoke, but no +result seemed to follow, except a little shaking among the +distant green leaves. + + As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her +head, she tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted +to find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction, +like a serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it down into a +graceful zigzag, and was going to dive in among the leaves, which +she found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she +had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a +hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and was beating +her violently with its wings. + + `Serpent!' screamed the Pigeon. + + `I'm NOT a serpent!' said Alice indignantly. `Let me alone!' + + `Serpent, I say again!' repeated the Pigeon, but in a more +subdued tone, and added with a kind of sob, `I've tried every +way, and nothing seems to suit them!' + + `I haven't the least idea what you're talking about,' said +Alice. + + `I've tried the roots of trees, and I've tried banks, and I've +tried hedges,' the Pigeon went on, without attending to her; `but +those serpents! There's no pleasing them!' + + Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no +use in saying anything more till the Pigeon had finished. + + `As if it wasn't trouble enough hatching the eggs,' said the +Pigeon; `but I must be on the look-out for serpents night and +day! Why, I haven't had a wink of sleep these three weeks!' + + `I'm very sorry you've been annoyed,' said Alice, who was +beginning to see its meaning. + + `And just as I'd taken the highest tree in the wood,' continued +the Pigeon, raising its voice to a shriek, `and just as I was +thinking I should be free of them at last, they must needs come +wriggling down from the sky! Ugh, Serpent!' + + `But I'm NOT a serpent, I tell you!' said Alice. `I'm a--I'm +a--' + + `Well! WHAT are you?' said the Pigeon. `I can see you're +trying to invent something!' + + `I--I'm a little girl,' said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she +remembered the number of changes she had gone through that day. + + `A likely story indeed!' said the Pigeon in a tone of the +deepest contempt. `I've seen a good many little girls in my +time, but never ONE with such a neck as that! No, no! You're a +serpent; and there's no use denying it. I suppose you'll be +telling me next that you never tasted an egg!' + + `I HAVE tasted eggs, certainly,' said Alice, who was a very +truthful child; `but little girls eat eggs quite as much as +serpents do, you know.' + + `I don't believe it,' said the Pigeon; `but if they do, why +then they're a kind of serpent, that's all I can say.' + + This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite silent +for a minute or two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of +adding, `You're looking for eggs, I know THAT well enough; and +what does it matter to me whether you're a little girl or a +serpent?' + + `It matters a good deal to ME,' said Alice hastily; `but I'm +not looking for eggs, as it happens; and if I was, I shouldn't +want YOURS: I don't like them raw.' + + `Well, be off, then!' said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it +settled down again into its nest. Alice crouched down among the +trees as well as she could, for her neck kept getting entangled +among the branches, and every now and then she had to stop and +untwist it. After a while she remembered that she still held the +pieces of mushroom in her hands, and she set to work very +carefully, nibbling first at one and then at the other, and +growing sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she had +succeeded in bringing herself down to her usual height. + + It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, +that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it in a +few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual. `Come, +there's half my plan done now! How puzzling all these changes +are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to +another! However, I've got back to my right size: the next +thing is, to get into that beautiful garden--how IS that to be +done, I wonder?' As she said this, she came suddenly upon an +open place, with a little house in it about four feet high. +`Whoever lives there,' thought Alice, `it'll never do to come +upon them THIS size: why, I should frighten them out of their +wits!' So she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and did +not venture to go near the house till she had brought herself +down to nine inches high. + + + + CHAPTER VI + + Pig and Pepper + + + For a minute or two she stood looking at the house, and +wondering what to do next, when suddenly a footman in livery came +running out of the wood--(she considered him to be a footman +because he was in livery: otherwise, judging by his face only, +she would have called him a fish)--and rapped loudly at the door +with his knuckles. It was opened by another footman in livery, +with a round face, and large eyes like a frog; and both footmen, +Alice noticed, had powdered hair that curled all over their +heads. She felt very curious to know what it was all about, and +crept a little way out of the wood to listen. + + The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great +letter, nearly as large as himself, and this he handed over to +the other, saying, in a solemn tone, `For the Duchess. An +invitation from the Queen to play croquet.' The Frog-Footman +repeated, in the same solemn tone, only changing the order of the +words a little, `From the Queen. An invitation for the Duchess +to play croquet.' + + Then they both bowed low, and their curls got entangled +together. + + Alice laughed so much at this, that she had to run back into +the wood for fear of their hearing her; and when she next peeped +out the Fish-Footman was gone, and the other was sitting on the +ground near the door, staring stupidly up into the sky. + + Alice went timidly up to the door, and knocked. + + `There's no sort of use in knocking,' said the Footman, `and +that for two reasons. First, because I'm on the same side of the +door as you are; secondly, because they're making such a noise +inside, no one could possibly hear you.' And certainly there was +a most extraordinary noise going on within--a constant howling +and sneezing, and every now and then a great crash, as if a dish +or kettle had been broken to pieces. + + `Please, then,' said Alice, `how am I to get in?' + + `There might be some sense in your knocking,' the Footman went +on without attending to her, `if we had the door between us. For +instance, if you were INSIDE, you might knock, and I could let +you out, you know.' He was looking up into the sky all the time +he was speaking, and this Alice thought decidedly uncivil. `But +perhaps he can't help it,' she said to herself; `his eyes are so +VERY nearly at the top of his head. But at any rate he might +answer questions.--How am I to get in?' she repeated, aloud. + + `I shall sit here,' the Footman remarked, `till tomorrow--' + + At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate +came skimming out, straight at the Footman's head: it just +grazed his nose, and broke to pieces against one of the trees +behind him. + + `--or next day, maybe,' the Footman continued in the same tone, +exactly as if nothing had happened. + + `How am I to get in?' asked Alice again, in a louder tone. + + `ARE you to get in at all?' said the Footman. `That's the +first question, you know.' + + It was, no doubt: only Alice did not like to be told so. +`It's really dreadful,' she muttered to herself, `the way all the +creatures argue. It's enough to drive one crazy!' + + The Footman seemed to think this a good opportunity for +repeating his remark, with variations. `I shall sit here,' he +said, `on and off, for days and days.' + + `But what am I to do?' said Alice. + + `Anything you like,' said the Footman, and began whistling. + + `Oh, there's no use in talking to him,' said Alice desperately: +`he's perfectly idiotic!' And she opened the door and went in. + + The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of +smoke from one end to the other: the Duchess was sitting on a +three-legged stool in the middle, nursing a baby; the cook was +leaning over the fire, stirring a large cauldron which seemed to +be full of soup. + + `There's certainly too much pepper in that soup!' Alice said to +herself, as well as she could for sneezing. + + There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even the +Duchess sneezed occasionally; and as for the baby, it was +sneezing and howling alternately without a moment's pause. The +only things in the kitchen that did not sneeze, were the cook, +and a large cat which was sitting on the hearth and grinning from +ear to ear. + + `Please would you tell me,' said Alice, a little timidly, for +she was not quite sure whether it was good manners for her to +speak first, `why your cat grins like that?' + + `It's a Cheshire cat,' said the Duchess, `and that's why. Pig!' + + She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice +quite jumped; but she saw in another moment that it was addressed +to the baby, and not to her, so she took courage, and went on +again:-- + + `I didn't know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I +didn't know that cats COULD grin.' + + `They all can,' said the Duchess; `and most of 'em do.' + + `I don't know of any that do,' Alice said very politely, +feeling quite pleased to have got into a conversation. + + `You don't know much,' said the Duchess; `and that's a fact.' + + Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark, and thought +it would be as well to introduce some other subject of +conversation. While she was trying to fix on one, the cook took +the cauldron of soup off the fire, and at once set to work +throwing everything within her reach at the Duchess and the baby +--the fire-irons came first; then followed a shower of saucepans, +plates, and dishes. The Duchess took no notice of them even when +they hit her; and the baby was howling so much already, that it +was quite impossible to say whether the blows hurt it or not. + + `Oh, PLEASE mind what you're doing!' cried Alice, jumping up +and down in an agony of terror. `Oh, there goes his PRECIOUS +nose'; as an unusually large saucepan flew close by it, and very +nearly carried it off. + + `If everybody minded their own business,' the Duchess said in a +hoarse growl, `the world would go round a deal faster than it +does.' + + `Which would NOT be an advantage,' said Alice, who felt very +glad to get an opportunity of showing off a little of her +knowledge. `Just think of what work it would make with the day +and night! You see the earth takes twenty-four hours to turn +round on its axis--' + + `Talking of axes,' said the Duchess, `chop off her head!' + + Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to see if she meant +to take the hint; but the cook was busily stirring the soup, and +seemed not to be listening, so she went on again: `Twenty-four +hours, I THINK; or is it twelve? I--' + + `Oh, don't bother ME,' said the Duchess; `I never could abide +figures!' And with that she began nursing her child again, +singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a +violent shake at the end of every line: + + `Speak roughly to your little boy, + And beat him when he sneezes: + He only does it to annoy, + Because he knows it teases.' + + CHORUS. + + (In which the cook and the baby joined):-- + + `Wow! wow! wow!' + + While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept +tossing the baby violently up and down, and the poor little thing +howled so, that Alice could hardly hear the words:-- + + `I speak severely to my boy, + I beat him when he sneezes; + For he can thoroughly enjoy + The pepper when he pleases!' + + CHORUS. + + `Wow! wow! wow!' + + `Here! you may nurse it a bit, if you like!' the Duchess said +to Alice, flinging the baby at her as she spoke. `I must go and +get ready to play croquet with the Queen,' and she hurried out of +the room. The cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went out, +but it just missed her. + + Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a queer- +shaped little creature, and held out its arms and legs in all +directions, `just like a star-fish,' thought Alice. The poor +little thing was snorting like a steam-engine when she caught it, +and kept doubling itself up and straightening itself out again, +so that altogether, for the first minute or two, it was as much +as she could do to hold it. + + As soon as she had made out the proper way of nursing it, +(which was to twist it up into a sort of knot, and then keep +tight hold of its right ear and left foot, so as to prevent its +undoing itself,) she carried it out into the open air. `IF I +don't take this child away with me,' thought Alice, `they're sure +to kill it in a day or two: wouldn't it be murder to leave it +behind?' She said the last words out loud, and the little thing +grunted in reply (it had left off sneezing by this time). `Don't +grunt,' said Alice; `that's not at all a proper way of expressing +yourself.' + + The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into +its face to see what was the matter with it. There could be no +doubt that it had a VERY turn-up nose, much more like a snout +than a real nose; also its eyes were getting extremely small for +a baby: altogether Alice did not like the look of the thing at +all. `But perhaps it was only sobbing,' she thought, and looked +into its eyes again, to see if there were any tears. + + No, there were no tears. `If you're going to turn into a pig, +my dear,' said Alice, seriously, `I'll have nothing more to do +with you. Mind now!' The poor little thing sobbed again (or +grunted, it was impossible to say which), and they went on for +some while in silence. + + Alice was just beginning to think to herself, `Now, what am I +to do with this creature when I get it home?' when it grunted +again, so violently, that she looked down into its face in some +alarm. This time there could be NO mistake about it: it was +neither more nor less than a pig, and she felt that it would be +quite absurd for her to carry it further. + + So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to +see it trot away quietly into the wood. `If it had grown up,' +she said to herself, `it would have made a dreadfully ugly child: +but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.' And she began +thinking over other children she knew, who might do very well as +pigs, and was just saying to herself, `if one only knew the right +way to change them--' when she was a little startled by seeing +the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off. + + The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good- +natured, she thought: still it had VERY long claws and a great +many teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect. + + `Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at +all know whether it would like the name: however, it only +grinned a little wider. `Come, it's pleased so far,' thought +Alice, and she went on. `Would you tell me, please, which way I +ought to go from here?' + + `That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said +the Cat. + + `I don't much care where--' said Alice. + + `Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat. + + `--so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation. + + `Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, `if you only walk +long enough.' + + Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another +question. `What sort of people live about here?' + + `In THAT direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, +`lives a Hatter: and in THAT direction,' waving the other paw, +`lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.' + + `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. + + `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. +I'm mad. You're mad.' + + `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. + + `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.' + + Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on +`And how do you know that you're mad?' + + `To begin with,' said the Cat, `a dog's not mad. You grant +that?' + + `I suppose so,' said Alice. + + `Well, then,' the Cat went on, `you see, a dog growls when it's +angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm +pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.' + + `I call it purring, not growling,' said Alice. + + `Call it what you like,' said the Cat. `Do you play croquet +with the Queen to-day?' + + `I should like it very much,' said Alice, `but I haven't been +invited yet.' + + `You'll see me there,' said the Cat, and vanished. + + Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used +to queer things happening. While she was looking at the place +where it had been, it suddenly appeared again. + + `By-the-bye, what became of the baby?' said the Cat. `I'd +nearly forgotten to ask.' + + `It turned into a pig,' Alice quietly said, just as if it had +come back in a natural way. + + `I thought it would,' said the Cat, and vanished again. + + Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it +did not appear, and after a minute or two she walked on in the +direction in which the March Hare was said to live. `I've seen +hatters before,' she said to herself; `the March Hare will be +much the most interesting, and perhaps as this is May it won't be +raving mad--at least not so mad as it was in March.' As she said +this, she looked up, and there was the Cat again, sitting on a +branch of a tree. + + `Did you say pig, or fig?' said the Cat. + + `I said pig,' replied Alice; `and I wish you wouldn't keep +appearing and vanishing so suddenly: you make one quite giddy.' + + `All right,' said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, +beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, +which remained some time after the rest of it had gone. + + `Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin,' thought Alice; +`but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing I ever +saw in my life!' + + She had not gone much farther before she came in sight of the +house of the March Hare: she thought it must be the right house, +because the chimneys were shaped like ears and the roof was +thatched with fur. It was so large a house, that she did not +like to go nearer till she had nibbled some more of the lefthand +bit of mushroom, and raised herself to about two feet high: even +then she walked up towards it rather timidly, saying to herself +`Suppose it should be raving mad after all! I almost wish I'd +gone to see the Hatter instead!' + + + + CHAPTER VII + + A Mad Tea-Party + + + There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, +and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a +Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two +were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking +over its head. `Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,' thought Alice; +`only, as it's asleep, I suppose it doesn't mind.' + + The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded +together at one corner of it: `No room! No room!' they cried +out when they saw Alice coming. `There's PLENTY of room!' said +Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one +end of the table. + + `Have some wine,' the March Hare said in an encouraging tone. + + Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it +but tea. `I don't see any wine,' she remarked. + + `There isn't any,' said the March Hare. + + `Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it,' said Alice +angrily. + + `It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being +invited,' said the March Hare. + + `I didn't know it was YOUR table,' said Alice; `it's laid for a +great many more than three.' + + `Your hair wants cutting,' said the Hatter. He had been +looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was +his first speech. + + `You should learn not to make personal remarks,' Alice said +with some severity; `it's very rude.' + + The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all +he SAID was, `Why is a raven like a writing-desk?' + + `Come, we shall have some fun now!' thought Alice. `I'm glad +they've begun asking riddles.--I believe I can guess that,' she +added aloud. + + `Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?' +said the March Hare. + + `Exactly so,' said Alice. + + `Then you should say what you mean,' the March Hare went on. + + `I do,' Alice hastily replied; `at least--at least I mean what +I say--that's the same thing, you know.' + + `Not the same thing a bit!' said the Hatter. `You might just +as well say that "I see what I eat" is the same thing as "I eat +what I see"!' + + `You might just as well say,' added the March Hare, `that "I +like what I get" is the same thing as "I get what I like"!' + + `You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse, who seemed to +be talking in his sleep, `that "I breathe when I sleep" is the +same thing as "I sleep when I breathe"!' + + `It IS the same thing with you,' said the Hatter, and here the +conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, +while Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and +writing-desks, which wasn't much. + + The Hatter was the first to break the silence. `What day of +the month is it?' he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his +watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking +it every now and then, and holding it to his ear. + + Alice considered a little, and then said `The fourth.' + + `Two days wrong!' sighed the Hatter. `I told you butter +wouldn't suit the works!' he added looking angrily at the March +Hare. + + `It was the BEST butter,' the March Hare meekly replied. + + `Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,' the Hatter +grumbled: `you shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife.' + + The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then +he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he +could think of nothing better to say than his first remark, `It +was the BEST butter, you know.' + + Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. +`What a funny watch!' she remarked. `It tells the day of the +month, and doesn't tell what o'clock it is!' + + `Why should it?' muttered the Hatter. `Does YOUR watch tell +you what year it is?' + + `Of course not,' Alice replied very readily: `but that's +because it stays the same year for such a long time together.' + + `Which is just the case with MINE,' said the Hatter. + + Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to +have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. +`I don't quite understand you,' she said, as politely as she +could. + + `The Dormouse is asleep again,' said the Hatter, and he poured +a little hot tea upon its nose. + + The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without +opening its eyes, `Of course, of course; just what I was going to +remark myself.' + + `Have you guessed the riddle yet?' the Hatter said, turning to +Alice again. + + `No, I give it up,' Alice replied: `what's the answer?' + + `I haven't the slightest idea,' said the Hatter. + + `Nor I,' said the March Hare. + + Alice sighed wearily. `I think you might do something better +with the time,' she said, `than waste it in asking riddles that +have no answers.' + + `If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter, `you +wouldn't talk about wasting IT. It's HIM.' + + `I don't know what you mean,' said Alice. + + `Of course you don't!' the Hatter said, tossing his head +contemptuously. `I dare say you never even spoke to Time!' + + `Perhaps not,' Alice cautiously replied: `but I know I have to +beat time when I learn music.' + + `Ah! that accounts for it,' said the Hatter. `He won't stand +beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do +almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose +it were nine o'clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: +you'd only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the +clock in a twinkling! Half-past one, time for dinner!' + + (`I only wish it was,' the March Hare said to itself in a +whisper.) + + `That would be grand, certainly,' said Alice thoughtfully: +`but then--I shouldn't be hungry for it, you know.' + + `Not at first, perhaps,' said the Hatter: `but you could keep +it to half-past one as long as you liked.' + + `Is that the way YOU manage?' Alice asked. + + The Hatter shook his head mournfully. `Not I!' he replied. +`We quarrelled last March--just before HE went mad, you know--' +(pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) `--it was at the +great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing + + "Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! + How I wonder what you're at!" + +You know the song, perhaps?' + + `I've heard something like it,' said Alice. + + `It goes on, you know,' the Hatter continued, `in this way:-- + + "Up above the world you fly, + Like a tea-tray in the sky. + Twinkle, twinkle--"' + +Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep +`Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle--' and went on so long that +they had to pinch it to make it stop. + + `Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse,' said the Hatter, +`when the Queen jumped up and bawled out, "He's murdering the +time! Off with his head!"' + + `How dreadfully savage!' exclaimed Alice. + + `And ever since that,' the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, +`he won't do a thing I ask! It's always six o'clock now.' + + A bright idea came into Alice's head. `Is that the reason so +many tea-things are put out here?' she asked. + + `Yes, that's it,' said the Hatter with a sigh: `it's always +tea-time, and we've no time to wash the things between whiles.' + + `Then you keep moving round, I suppose?' said Alice. + + `Exactly so,' said the Hatter: `as the things get used up.' + + `But what happens when you come to the beginning again?' Alice +ventured to ask. + + `Suppose we change the subject,' the March Hare interrupted, +yawning. `I'm getting tired of this. I vote the young lady +tells us a story.' + + `I'm afraid I don't know one,' said Alice, rather alarmed at +the proposal. + + `Then the Dormouse shall!' they both cried. `Wake up, +Dormouse!' And they pinched it on both sides at once. + + The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. `I wasn't asleep,' he +said in a hoarse, feeble voice: `I heard every word you fellows +were saying.' + + `Tell us a story!' said the March Hare. + + `Yes, please do!' pleaded Alice. + + `And be quick about it,' added the Hatter, `or you'll be asleep +again before it's done.' + + `Once upon a time there were three little sisters,' the +Dormouse began in a great hurry; `and their names were Elsie, +Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of a well--' + + `What did they live on?' said Alice, who always took a great +interest in questions of eating and drinking. + + `They lived on treacle,' said the Dormouse, after thinking a +minute or two. + + `They couldn't have done that, you know,' Alice gently +remarked; `they'd have been ill.' + + `So they were,' said the Dormouse; `VERY ill.' + + Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary ways +of living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went +on: `But why did they live at the bottom of a well?' + + `Take some more tea,' the March Hare said to Alice, very +earnestly. + + `I've had nothing yet,' Alice replied in an offended tone, `so +I can't take more.' + + `You mean you can't take LESS,' said the Hatter: `it's very +easy to take MORE than nothing.' + + `Nobody asked YOUR opinion,' said Alice. + + `Who's making personal remarks now?' the Hatter asked +triumphantly. + + Alice did not quite know what to say to this: so she helped +herself to some tea and bread-and-butter, and then turned to the +Dormouse, and repeated her question. `Why did they live at the +bottom of a well?' + + The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and +then said, `It was a treacle-well.' + + `There's no such thing!' Alice was beginning very angrily, but +the Hatter and the March Hare went `Sh! sh!' and the Dormouse +sulkily remarked, `If you can't be civil, you'd better finish the +story for yourself.' + + `No, please go on!' Alice said very humbly; `I won't interrupt +again. I dare say there may be ONE.' + + `One, indeed!' said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he +consented to go on. `And so these three little sisters--they +were learning to draw, you know--' + + `What did they draw?' said Alice, quite forgetting her promise. + + `Treacle,' said the Dormouse, without considering at all this +time. + + `I want a clean cup,' interrupted the Hatter: `let's all move +one place on.' + + He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the +March Hare moved into the Dormouse's place, and Alice rather +unwillingly took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter was the +only one who got any advantage from the change: and Alice was a +good deal worse off than before, as the March Hare had just upset +the milk-jug into his plate. + + Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began +very cautiously: `But I don't understand. Where did they draw +the treacle from?' + + `You can draw water out of a water-well,' said the Hatter; `so +I should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well--eh, +stupid?' + + `But they were IN the well,' Alice said to the Dormouse, not +choosing to notice this last remark. + + `Of course they were', said the Dormouse; `--well in.' + + This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse +go on for some time without interrupting it. + + `They were learning to draw,' the Dormouse went on, yawning and +rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; `and they drew +all manner of things--everything that begins with an M--' + + `Why with an M?' said Alice. + + `Why not?' said the March Hare. + + Alice was silent. + + The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going +off into a doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up +again with a little shriek, and went on: `--that begins with an +M, such as mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness-- +you know you say things are "much of a muchness"--did you ever +see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?' + + `Really, now you ask me,' said Alice, very much confused, `I +don't think--' + + `Then you shouldn't talk,' said the Hatter. + + This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got +up in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep +instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her +going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that +they would call after her: the last time she saw them, they were +trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot. + + `At any rate I'll never go THERE again!' said Alice as she +picked her way through the wood. `It's the stupidest tea-party I +ever was at in all my life!' + + Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a +door leading right into it. `That's very curious!' she thought. +`But everything's curious today. I think I may as well go in at once.' +And in she went. + + Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the +little glass table. `Now, I'll manage better this time,' +she said to herself, and began by taking the little golden key, +and unlocking the door that led into the garden. Then she went +to work nibbling at the mushroom (she had kept a piece of it +in her pocket) till she was about a foot high: then she walked down +the little passage: and THEN--she found herself at last in the +beautiful garden, among the bright flower-beds and the cool fountains. + + + + CHAPTER VIII + + The Queen's Croquet-Ground + + + A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the +roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at +it, busily painting them red. Alice thought this a very curious +thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and just as she came up +to them she heard one of them say, `Look out now, Five! Don't go +splashing paint over me like that!' + + `I couldn't help it,' said Five, in a sulky tone; `Seven jogged +my elbow.' + + On which Seven looked up and said, `That's right, Five! Always +lay the blame on others!' + + `YOU'D better not talk!' said Five. `I heard the Queen say only +yesterday you deserved to be beheaded!' + + `What for?' said the one who had spoken first. + + `That's none of YOUR business, Two!' said Seven. + + `Yes, it IS his business!' said Five, `and I'll tell him--it +was for bringing the cook tulip-roots instead of onions.' + + Seven flung down his brush, and had just begun `Well, of all +the unjust things--' when his eye chanced to fall upon Alice, as +she stood watching them, and he checked himself suddenly: the +others looked round also, and all of them bowed low. + + `Would you tell me,' said Alice, a little timidly, `why you are +painting those roses?' + + Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began in a +low voice, `Why the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to +have been a RED rose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake; +and if the Queen was to find it out, we should all have our heads +cut off, you know. So you see, Miss, we're doing our best, afore +she comes, to--' At this moment Five, who had been anxiously +looking across the garden, called out `The Queen! The Queen!' +and the three gardeners instantly threw themselves flat upon +their faces. There was a sound of many footsteps, and Alice +looked round, eager to see the Queen. + + First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these were all shaped +like the three gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and +feet at the corners: next the ten courtiers; these were +ornamented all over with diamonds, and walked two and two, as the +soldiers did. After these came the royal children; there were +ten of them, and the little dears came jumping merrily along hand +in hand, in couples: they were all ornamented with hearts. Next +came the guests, mostly Kings and Queens, and among them Alice +recognised the White Rabbit: it was talking in a hurried nervous +manner, smiling at everything that was said, and went by without +noticing her. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, carrying the +King's crown on a crimson velvet cushion; and, last of all this +grand procession, came THE KING AND QUEEN OF HEARTS. + + Alice was rather doubtful whether she ought not to lie down on +her face like the three gardeners, but she could not remember +ever having heard of such a rule at processions; `and besides, +what would be the use of a procession,' thought she, `if people +had all to lie down upon their faces, so that they couldn't see it?' +So she stood still where she was, and waited. + + When the procession came opposite to Alice, they all stopped +and looked at her, and the Queen said severely `Who is this?' +She said it to the Knave of Hearts, who only bowed and smiled in reply. + + `Idiot!' said the Queen, tossing her head impatiently; and, +turning to Alice, she went on, `What's your name, child?' + + `My name is Alice, so please your Majesty,' said Alice very +politely; but she added, to herself, `Why, they're only a pack of +cards, after all. I needn't be afraid of them!' + + `And who are THESE?' said the Queen, pointing to the three +gardeners who were lying round the rosetree; for, you see, as +they were lying on their faces, and the pattern on their backs +was the same as the rest of the pack, she could not tell whether +they were gardeners, or soldiers, or courtiers, or three of her +own children. + + `How should I know?' said Alice, surprised at her own courage. +`It's no business of MINE.' + + The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her +for a moment like a wild beast, screamed `Off with her head! +Off--' + + `Nonsense!' said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the +Queen was silent. + + The King laid his hand upon her arm, and timidly said +`Consider, my dear: she is only a child!' + + The Queen turned angrily away from him, and said to the Knave +`Turn them over!' + + The Knave did so, very carefully, with one foot. + + `Get up!' said the Queen, in a shrill, loud voice, and the +three gardeners instantly jumped up, and began bowing to the +King, the Queen, the royal children, and everybody else. + + `Leave off that!' screamed the Queen. `You make me giddy.' +And then, turning to the rose-tree, she went on, `What HAVE you +been doing here?' + + `May it please your Majesty,' said Two, in a very humble tone, +going down on one knee as he spoke, `we were trying--' + + `I see!' said the Queen, who had meanwhile been examining the +roses. `Off with their heads!' and the procession moved on, +three of the soldiers remaining behind to execute the unfortunate +gardeners, who ran to Alice for protection. + + `You shan't be beheaded!' said Alice, and she put them into a +large flower-pot that stood near. The three soldiers wandered +about for a minute or two, looking for them, and then quietly +marched off after the others. + + `Are their heads off?' shouted the Queen. + + `Their heads are gone, if it please your Majesty!' the soldiers +shouted in reply. + + `That's right!' shouted the Queen. `Can you play croquet?' + + The soldiers were silent, and looked at Alice, as the question +was evidently meant for her. + + `Yes!' shouted Alice. + + `Come on, then!' roared the Queen, and Alice joined the +procession, wondering very much what would happen next. + + `It's--it's a very fine day!' said a timid voice at her side. +She was walking by the White Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously +into her face. + + `Very,' said Alice: `--where's the Duchess?' + + `Hush! Hush!' said the Rabbit in a low, hurried tone. He +looked anxiously over his shoulder as he spoke, and then raised +himself upon tiptoe, put his mouth close to her ear, and +whispered `She's under sentence of execution.' + + `What for?' said Alice. + + `Did you say "What a pity!"?' the Rabbit asked. + + `No, I didn't,' said Alice: `I don't think it's at all a pity. +I said "What for?"' + + `She boxed the Queen's ears--' the Rabbit began. Alice gave a +little scream of laughter. `Oh, hush!' the Rabbit whispered in a +frightened tone. `The Queen will hear you! You see, she came +rather late, and the Queen said--' + + `Get to your places!' shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder, +and people began running about in all directions, tumbling up +against each other; however, they got settled down in a minute or +two, and the game began. Alice thought she had never seen such a +curious croquet-ground in her life; it was all ridges and +furrows; the balls were live hedgehogs, the mallets live +flamingoes, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and to +stand on their hands and feet, to make the arches. + + The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her +flamingo: she succeeded in getting its body tucked away, +comfortably enough, under her arm, with its legs hanging down, +but generally, just as she had got its neck nicely straightened +out, and was going to give the hedgehog a blow with its head, it +WOULD twist itself round and look up in her face, with such a +puzzled expression that she could not help bursting out laughing: +and when she had got its head down, and was going to begin again, +it was very provoking to find that the hedgehog had unrolled +itself, and was in the act of crawling away: besides all this, +there was generally a ridge or furrow in the way wherever she +wanted to send the hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-up soldiers +were always getting up and walking off to other parts of the +ground, Alice soon came to the conclusion that it was a very +difficult game indeed. + + The players all played at once without waiting for turns, +quarrelling all the while, and fighting for the hedgehogs; and in +a very short time the Queen was in a furious passion, and went +stamping about, and shouting `Off with his head!' or `Off with +her head!' about once in a minute. + + Alice began to feel very uneasy: to be sure, she had not as +yet had any dispute with the Queen, but she knew that it might +happen any minute, `and then,' thought she, `what would become of +me? They're dreadfully fond of beheading people here; the great +wonder is, that there's any one left alive!' + + She was looking about for some way of escape, and wondering +whether she could get away without being seen, when she noticed a +curious appearance in the air: it puzzled her very much at +first, but, after watching it a minute or two, she made it out to +be a grin, and she said to herself `It's the Cheshire Cat: now I +shall have somebody to talk to.' + + `How are you getting on?' said the Cat, as soon as there was +mouth enough for it to speak with. + + Alice waited till the eyes appeared, and then nodded. `It's no +use speaking to it,' she thought, `till its ears have come, or at +least one of them.' In another minute the whole head appeared, +and then Alice put down her flamingo, and began an account of the +game, feeling very glad she had someone to listen to her. The +Cat seemed to think that there was enough of it now in sight, and +no more of it appeared. + + `I don't think they play at all fairly,' Alice began, in rather +a complaining tone, `and they all quarrel so dreadfully one can't +hear oneself speak--and they don't seem to have any rules in +particular; at least, if there are, nobody attends to them--and +you've no idea how confusing it is all the things being alive; +for instance, there's the arch I've got to go through next +walking about at the other end of the ground--and I should have +croqueted the Queen's hedgehog just now, only it ran away when it +saw mine coming!' + + `How do you like the Queen?' said the Cat in a low voice. + + `Not at all,' said Alice: `she's so extremely--' Just then +she noticed that the Queen was close behind her, listening: so +she went on, `--likely to win, that it's hardly worth while +finishing the game.' + + The Queen smiled and passed on. + + `Who ARE you talking to?' said the King, going up to Alice, and +looking at the Cat's head with great curiosity. + + `It's a friend of mine--a Cheshire Cat,' said Alice: `allow me +to introduce it.' + + `I don't like the look of it at all,' said the King: +`however, it may kiss my hand if it likes.' + + `I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked. + + `Don't be impertinent,' said the King, `and don't look at me +like that!' He got behind Alice as he spoke. + + `A cat may look at a king,' said Alice. `I've read that in +some book, but I don't remember where.' + + `Well, it must be removed,' said the King very decidedly, and +he called the Queen, who was passing at the moment, `My dear! I +wish you would have this cat removed!' + + The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great +or small. `Off with his head!' she said, without even looking +round. + + `I'll fetch the executioner myself,' said the King eagerly, and +he hurried off. + + Alice thought she might as well go back, and see how the game +was going on, as she heard the Queen's voice in the distance, +screaming with passion. She had already heard her sentence three +of the players to be executed for having missed their turns, and +she did not like the look of things at all, as the game was in +such confusion that she never knew whether it was her turn or +not. So she went in search of her hedgehog. + + The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog, +which seemed to Alice an excellent opportunity for croqueting one +of them with the other: the only difficulty was, that her +flamingo was gone across to the other side of the garden, where +Alice could see it trying in a helpless sort of way to fly up +into a tree. + + By the time she had caught the flamingo and brought it back, +the fight was over, and both the hedgehogs were out of sight: +`but it doesn't matter much,' thought Alice, `as all the arches +are gone from this side of the ground.' So she tucked it away +under her arm, that it might not escape again, and went back for +a little more conversation with her friend. + + When she got back to the Cheshire Cat, she was surprised to +find quite a large crowd collected round it: there was a dispute +going on between the executioner, the King, and the Queen, who +were all talking at once, while all the rest were quite silent, +and looked very uncomfortable. + + The moment Alice appeared, she was appealed to by all three to +settle the question, and they repeated their arguments to her, +though, as they all spoke at once, she found it very hard indeed +to make out exactly what they said. + + The executioner's argument was, that you couldn't cut off a +head unless there was a body to cut it off from: that he had +never had to do such a thing before, and he wasn't going to begin +at HIS time of life. + + The King's argument was, that anything that had a head could be +beheaded, and that you weren't to talk nonsense. + + The Queen's argument was, that if something wasn't done about +it in less than no time she'd have everybody executed, all round. +(It was this last remark that had made the whole party look so +grave and anxious.) + + Alice could think of nothing else to say but `It belongs to the +Duchess: you'd better ask HER about it.' + + `She's in prison,' the Queen said to the executioner: `fetch +her here.' And the executioner went off like an arrow. + + The Cat's head began fading away the moment he was gone, and, +by the time he had come back with the Dutchess, it had entirely +disappeared; so the King and the executioner ran wildly up and down +looking for it, while the rest of the party went back to the game. + + + + CHAPTER IX + + The Mock Turtle's Story + + + `You can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old +thing!' said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately +into Alice's, and they walked off together. + + Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and +thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had +made her so savage when they met in the kitchen. + + `When I'M a Duchess,' she said to herself, (not in a very +hopeful tone though), `I won't have any pepper in my kitchen AT +ALL. Soup does very well without--Maybe it's always pepper that +makes people hot-tempered,' she went on, very much pleased at +having found out a new kind of rule, `and vinegar that makes them +sour--and camomile that makes them bitter--and--and barley-sugar +and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish +people knew that: then they wouldn't be so stingy about it, you +know--' + + She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a +little startled when she heard her voice close to her ear. +`You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you +forget to talk. I can't tell you just now what the moral of that +is, but I shall remember it in a bit.' + + `Perhaps it hasn't one,' Alice ventured to remark. + + `Tut, tut, child!' said the Duchess. `Everything's got a +moral, if only you can find it.' And she squeezed herself up +closer to Alice's side as she spoke. + + Alice did not much like keeping so close to her: first, +because the Duchess was VERY ugly; and secondly, because she was +exactly the right height to rest her chin upon Alice's shoulder, +and it was an uncomfortably sharp chin. However, she did not +like to be rude, so she bore it as well as she could. + + `The game's going on rather better now,' she said, by way of +keeping up the conversation a little. + + `'Tis so,' said the Duchess: `and the moral of that is--"Oh, +'tis love, 'tis love, that makes the world go round!"' + + `Somebody said,' Alice whispered, `that it's done by everybody +minding their own business!' + + `Ah, well! It means much the same thing,' said the Duchess, +digging her sharp little chin into Alice's shoulder as she added, +`and the moral of THAT is--"Take care of the sense, and the +sounds will take care of themselves."' + + `How fond she is of finding morals in things!' Alice thought to +herself. + + `I dare say you're wondering why I don't put my arm round your +waist,' the Duchess said after a pause: `the reason is, that I'm +doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the +experiment?' + + `HE might bite,' Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all +anxious to have the experiment tried. + + `Very true,' said the Duchess: `flamingoes and mustard both +bite. And the moral of that is--"Birds of a feather flock +together."' + + `Only mustard isn't a bird,' Alice remarked. + + `Right, as usual,' said the Duchess: `what a clear way you +have of putting things!' + + `It's a mineral, I THINK,' said Alice. + + `Of course it is,' said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree +to everything that Alice said; `there's a large mustard-mine near +here. And the moral of that is--"The more there is of mine, the +less there is of yours."' + + `Oh, I know!' exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to this +last remark, `it's a vegetable. It doesn't look like one, but it +is.' + + `I quite agree with you,' said the Duchess; `and the moral of +that is--"Be what you would seem to be"--or if you'd like it put +more simply--"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than +what it might appear to others that what you were or might have +been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared +to them to be otherwise."' + + `I think I should understand that better,' Alice said very +politely, `if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it +as you say it.' + + `That's nothing to what I could say if I chose,' the Duchess +replied, in a pleased tone. + + `Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any longer than that,' +said Alice. + + `Oh, don't talk about trouble!' said the Duchess. `I make you +a present of everything I've said as yet.' + + `A cheap sort of present!' thought Alice. `I'm glad they don't +give birthday presents like that!' But she did not venture to +say it out loud. + + `Thinking again?' the Duchess asked, with another dig of her +sharp little chin. + + `I've a right to think,' said Alice sharply, for she was +beginning to feel a little worried. + + `Just about as much right,' said the Duchess, `as pigs have to fly; +and the m--' + + But here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess's voice died +away, even in the middle of her favourite word `moral,' and the +arm that was linked into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up, +and there stood the Queen in front of them, with her arms folded, +frowning like a thunderstorm. + + `A fine day, your Majesty!' the Duchess began in a low, weak +voice. + + `Now, I give you fair warning,' shouted the Queen, stamping on +the ground as she spoke; `either you or your head must be off, +and that in about half no time! Take your choice!' + + The Duchess took her choice, and was gone in a moment. + + `Let's go on with the game,' the Queen said to Alice; and Alice +was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly followed her +back to the croquet-ground. + + The other guests had taken advantage of the Queen's absence, +and were resting in the shade: however, the moment they saw her, +they hurried back to the game, the Queen merely remarking that a +moment's delay would cost them their lives. + + All the time they were playing the Queen never left off +quarrelling with the other players, and shouting `Off with his +head!' or `Off with her head!' Those whom she sentenced were +taken into custody by the soldiers, who of course had to leave +off being arches to do this, so that by the end of half an hour +or so there were no arches left, and all the players, except the +King, the Queen, and Alice, were in custody and under sentence of +execution. + + Then the Queen left off, quite out of breath, and said to +Alice, `Have you seen the Mock Turtle yet?' + + `No,' said Alice. `I don't even know what a Mock Turtle is.' + + `It's the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made from,' said the Queen. + + `I never saw one, or heard of one,' said Alice. + + `Come on, then,' said the Queen, `and he shall tell you his +history,' + + As they walked off together, Alice heard the King say in a low +voice, to the company generally, `You are all pardoned.' `Come, +THAT'S a good thing!' she said to herself, for she had felt quite +unhappy at the number of executions the Queen had ordered. + + They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the +sun. (IF you don't know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.) +`Up, lazy thing!' said the Queen, `and take this young lady to +see the Mock Turtle, and to hear his history. I must go back and +see after some executions I have ordered'; and she walked off, +leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon. Alice did not quite like +the look of the creature, but on the whole she thought it would +be quite as safe to stay with it as to go after that savage +Queen: so she waited. + + The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the +Queen till she was out of sight: then it chuckled. `What fun!' +said the Gryphon, half to itself, half to Alice. + + `What IS the fun?' said Alice. + + `Why, SHE,' said the Gryphon. `It's all her fancy, that: they +never executes nobody, you know. Come on!' + + `Everybody says "come on!" here,' thought Alice, as she went +slowly after it: `I never was so ordered about in all my life, +never!' + + They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the +distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, +as they came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart +would break. She pitied him deeply. `What is his sorrow?' she +asked the Gryphon, and the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the +same words as before, `It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got +no sorrow, you know. Come on!' + + So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with +large eyes full of tears, but said nothing. + + `This here young lady,' said the Gryphon, `she wants for to +know your history, she do.' + + `I'll tell it her,' said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow +tone: `sit down, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've +finished.' + + So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice +thought to herself, `I don't see how he can EVEN finish, if he +doesn't begin.' But she waited patiently. + + `Once,' said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, `I was +a real Turtle.' + + These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only +by an occasional exclamation of `Hjckrrh!' from the Gryphon, and +the constant heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very +nearly getting up and saying, `Thank you, sir, for your +interesting story,' but she could not help thinking there MUST be +more to come, so she sat still and said nothing. + + `When we were little,' the Mock Turtle went on at last, more +calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, `we went to +school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle--we used to call +him Tortoise--' + + `Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?' Alice asked. + + `We called him Tortoise because he taught us,' said the Mock +Turtle angrily: `really you are very dull!' + + `You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple +question,' added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and +looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth. At +last the Gryphon said to the Mock Turtle, `Drive on, old fellow! +Don't be all day about it!' and he went on in these words: + + `Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn't believe +it--' + + `I never said I didn't!' interrupted Alice. + + `You did,' said the Mock Turtle. + + `Hold your tongue!' added the Gryphon, before Alice could speak +again. The Mock Turtle went on. + + `We had the best of educations--in fact, we went to school +every day--' + + `I'VE been to a day-school, too,' said Alice; `you needn't be +so proud as all that.' + + `With extras?' asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously. + + `Yes,' said Alice, `we learned French and music.' + + `And washing?' said the Mock Turtle. + + `Certainly not!' said Alice indignantly. + + `Ah! then yours wasn't a really good school,' said the Mock +Turtle in a tone of great relief. `Now at OURS they had at the +end of the bill, "French, music, AND WASHING--extra."' + + `You couldn't have wanted it much,' said Alice; `living at the +bottom of the sea.' + + `I couldn't afford to learn it.' said the Mock Turtle with a +sigh. `I only took the regular course.' + + `What was that?' inquired Alice. + + `Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,' the Mock +Turtle replied; `and then the different branches of Arithmetic-- +Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.' + + `I never heard of "Uglification,"' Alice ventured to say. `What is it?' + + The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. `What! Never +heard of uglifying!' it exclaimed. `You know what to beautify is, +I suppose?' + + `Yes,' said Alice doubtfully: `it means--to--make--anything--prettier.' + + `Well, then,' the Gryphon went on, `if you don't know what to +uglify is, you ARE a simpleton.' + + Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about +it, so she turned to the Mock Turtle, and said `What else had you +to learn?' + + `Well, there was Mystery,' the Mock Turtle replied, counting +off the subjects on his flappers, `--Mystery, ancient and modern, +with Seaography: then Drawling--the Drawling-master was an old +conger-eel, that used to come once a week: HE taught us +Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in Coils.' + + `What was THAT like?' said Alice. + + `Well, I can't show it you myself,' the Mock Turtle said: `I'm +too stiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it.' + + `Hadn't time,' said the Gryphon: `I went to the Classics +master, though. He was an old crab, HE was.' + + `I never went to him,' the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: `he +taught Laughing and Grief, they used to say.' + + `So he did, so he did,' said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn; +and both creatures hid their faces in their paws. + + `And how many hours a day did you do lessons?' said Alice, in a +hurry to change the subject. + + `Ten hours the first day,' said the Mock Turtle: `nine the +next, and so on.' + + `What a curious plan!' exclaimed Alice. + + `That's the reason they're called lessons,' the Gryphon +remarked: `because they lessen from day to day.' + + This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a +little before she made her next remark. `Then the eleventh day +must have been a holiday?' + + `Of course it was,' said the Mock Turtle. + + `And how did you manage on the twelfth?' Alice went on eagerly. + + `That's enough about lessons,' the Gryphon interrupted in a +very decided tone: `tell her something about the games now.' + + + + CHAPTER X + + The Lobster Quadrille + + + The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of one flapper +across his eyes. He looked at Alice, and tried to speak, but for +a minute or two sobs choked his voice. `Same as if he had a bone +in his throat,' said the Gryphon: and it set to work shaking him +and punching him in the back. At last the Mock Turtle recovered +his voice, and, with tears running down his cheeks, he went on +again:-- + + `You may not have lived much under the sea--' (`I haven't,' said Alice)-- +`and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster--' +(Alice began to say `I once tasted--' but checked herself hastily, +and said `No, never') `--so you can have no idea what a delightful +thing a Lobster Quadrille is!' + + `No, indeed,' said Alice. `What sort of a dance is it?' + + `Why,' said the Gryphon, `you first form into a line along the sea-shore--' + + `Two lines!' cried the Mock Turtle. `Seals, turtles, salmon, and so on; +then, when you've cleared all the jelly-fish out of the way--' + + `THAT generally takes some time,' interrupted the Gryphon. + + `--you advance twice--' + + `Each with a lobster as a partner!' cried the Gryphon. + + `Of course,' the Mock Turtle said: `advance twice, set to +partners--' + + `--change lobsters, and retire in same order,' continued the +Gryphon. + + `Then, you know,' the Mock Turtle went on, `you throw the--' + + `The lobsters!' shouted the Gryphon, with a bound into the air. + + `--as far out to sea as you can--' + + `Swim after them!' screamed the Gryphon. + + `Turn a somersault in the sea!' cried the Mock Turtle, +capering wildly about. + + `Change lobster's again!' yelled the Gryphon at the top of its voice. + + `Back to land again, and that's all the first figure,' said the +Mock Turtle, suddenly dropping his voice; and the two creatures, +who had been jumping about like mad things all this time, sat +down again very sadly and quietly, and looked at Alice. + + `It must be a very pretty dance,' said Alice timidly. + + `Would you like to see a little of it?' said the Mock Turtle. + + `Very much indeed,' said Alice. + + `Come, let's try the first figure!' said the Mock Turtle to the +Gryphon. `We can do without lobsters, you know. Which shall +sing?' + + `Oh, YOU sing,' said the Gryphon. `I've forgotten the words.' + + So they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice, every now +and then treading on her toes when they passed too close, and +waving their forepaws to mark the time, while the Mock Turtle +sang this, very slowly and sadly:-- + + +`"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail. +"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my + tail. +See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! +They are waiting on the shingle--will you come and join the +dance? + +Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the +dance? +Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the +dance? + + +"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be +When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to + sea!" +But the snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look + askance-- +Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the + dance. + Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join + the dance. + Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join + the dance. + +`"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied. +"There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. +The further off from England the nearer is to France-- +Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. + + Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the + dance? + Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the + dance?"' + + + + `Thank you, it's a very interesting dance to watch,' said +Alice, feeling very glad that it was over at last: `and I do so +like that curious song about the whiting!' + + `Oh, as to the whiting,' said the Mock Turtle, `they--you've +seen them, of course?' + + `Yes,' said Alice, `I've often seen them at dinn--' she +checked herself hastily. + + `I don't know where Dinn may be,' said the Mock Turtle, `but +if you've seen them so often, of course you know what they're +like.' + + `I believe so,' Alice replied thoughtfully. `They have their +tails in their mouths--and they're all over crumbs.' + + `You're wrong about the crumbs,' said the Mock Turtle: +`crumbs would all wash off in the sea. But they HAVE their tails +in their mouths; and the reason is--' here the Mock Turtle +yawned and shut his eyes.--`Tell her about the reason and all +that,' he said to the Gryphon. + + `The reason is,' said the Gryphon, `that they WOULD go with +the lobsters to the dance. So they got thrown out to sea. So +they had to fall a long way. So they got their tails fast in +their mouths. So they couldn't get them out again. That's all.' + + `Thank you,' said Alice, `it's very interesting. I never knew +so much about a whiting before.' + + `I can tell you more than that, if you like,' said the +Gryphon. `Do you know why it's called a whiting?' + + `I never thought about it,' said Alice. `Why?' + + `IT DOES THE BOOTS AND SHOES.' the Gryphon replied very +solemnly. + + Alice was thoroughly puzzled. `Does the boots and shoes!' she +repeated in a wondering tone. + + `Why, what are YOUR shoes done with?' said the Gryphon. `I +mean, what makes them so shiny?' + + Alice looked down at them, and considered a little before she +gave her answer. `They're done with blacking, I believe.' + + `Boots and shoes under the sea,' the Gryphon went on in a deep +voice, `are done with a whiting. Now you know.' + + `And what are they made of?' Alice asked in a tone of great +curiosity. + + `Soles and eels, of course,' the Gryphon replied rather +impatiently: `any shrimp could have told you that.' + + `If I'd been the whiting,' said Alice, whose thoughts were +still running on the song, `I'd have said to the porpoise, "Keep +back, please: we don't want YOU with us!"' + + `They were obliged to have him with them,' the Mock Turtle +said: `no wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.' + + `Wouldn't it really?' said Alice in a tone of great surprise. + + `Of course not,' said the Mock Turtle: `why, if a fish came +to ME, and told me he was going a journey, I should say "With +what porpoise?"' + + `Don't you mean "purpose"?' said Alice. + + `I mean what I say,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended +tone. And the Gryphon added `Come, let's hear some of YOUR +adventures.' + + `I could tell you my adventures--beginning from this morning,' +said Alice a little timidly: `but it's no use going back to +yesterday, because I was a different person then.' + + `Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle. + + `No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an +impatient tone: `explanations take such a dreadful time.' + + So Alice began telling them her adventures from the time when +she first saw the White Rabbit. She was a little nervous about +it just at first, the two creatures got so close to her, one on +each side, and opened their eyes and mouths so VERY wide, but she +gained courage as she went on. Her listeners were perfectly +quiet till she got to the part about her repeating `YOU ARE OLD, +FATHER WILLIAM,' to the Caterpillar, and the words all coming +different, and then the Mock Turtle drew a long breath, and said +`That's very curious.' + + `It's all about as curious as it can be,' said the Gryphon. + + `It all came different!' the Mock Turtle repeated +thoughtfully. `I should like to hear her try and repeat +something now. Tell her to begin.' He looked at the Gryphon as +if he thought it had some kind of authority over Alice. + + `Stand up and repeat "'TIS THE VOICE OF THE SLUGGARD,"' said +the Gryphon. + + `How the creatures order one about, and make one repeat +lessons!' thought Alice; `I might as well be at school at once.' +However, she got up, and began to repeat it, but her head was so +full of the Lobster Quadrille, that she hardly knew what she was +saying, and the words came very queer indeed:-- + + `'Tis the voice of the Lobster; I heard him declare, + "You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair." + As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose + Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.' + + [later editions continued as follows + When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, + And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark, + But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, + His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.] + + `That's different from what I used to say when I was a child,' +said the Gryphon. + + `Well, I never heard it before,' said the Mock Turtle; `but it +sounds uncommon nonsense.' + + Alice said nothing; she had sat down with her face in her +hands, wondering if anything would EVER happen in a natural way +again. + + `I should like to have it explained,' said the Mock Turtle. + + `She can't explain it,' said the Gryphon hastily. `Go on with +the next verse.' + + `But about his toes?' the Mock Turtle persisted. `How COULD +he turn them out with his nose, you know?' + + `It's the first position in dancing.' Alice said; but was +dreadfully puzzled by the whole thing, and longed to change the +subject. + + `Go on with the next verse,' the Gryphon repeated impatiently: +`it begins "I passed by his garden."' + + Alice did not dare to disobey, though she felt sure it would +all come wrong, and she went on in a trembling voice:-- + + `I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye, + How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie--' + + [later editions continued as follows + The Panther took pie-crust, and gravy, and meat, + While the Owl had the dish as its share of the treat. + When the pie was all finished, the Owl, as a boon, + Was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon: + While the Panther received knife and fork with a growl, + And concluded the banquet--] + + `What IS the use of repeating all that stuff,' the Mock Turtle +interrupted, `if you don't explain it as you go on? It's by far +the most confusing thing I ever heard!' + + `Yes, I think you'd better leave off,' said the Gryphon: and +Alice was only too glad to do so. + + `Shall we try another figure of the Lobster Quadrille?' the +Gryphon went on. `Or would you like the Mock Turtle to sing you +a song?' + + `Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind,' +Alice replied, so eagerly that the Gryphon said, in a rather +offended tone, `Hm! No accounting for tastes! Sing her +"Turtle Soup," will you, old fellow?' + + The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes +choked with sobs, to sing this:-- + + + `Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, + Waiting in a hot tureen! + Who for such dainties would not stoop? + Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! + Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! + Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! + Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! + Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, + Beautiful, beautiful Soup! + + `Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, + Game, or any other dish? + Who would not give all else for two p + ennyworth only of beautiful Soup? + Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup? + Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! + Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! + Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, + Beautiful, beauti--FUL SOUP!' + + `Chorus again!' cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had +just begun to repeat it, when a cry of `The trial's beginning!' +was heard in the distance. + + `Come on!' cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand, +it hurried off, without waiting for the end of the song. + + `What trial is it?' Alice panted as she ran; but the Gryphon +only answered `Come on!' and ran the faster, while more and more +faintly came, carried on the breeze that followed them, the +melancholy words:-- + + `Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, + Beautiful, beautiful Soup!' + + + + CHAPTER XI + + Who Stole the Tarts? + + + The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when +they arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them--all sorts +of little birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: +the Knave was standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on +each side to guard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, +with a trumpet in one hand, and a scroll of parchment in the +other. In the very middle of the court was a table, with a large +dish of tarts upon it: they looked so good, that it made Alice +quite hungry to look at them--`I wish they'd get the trial done,' +she thought, `and hand round the refreshments!' But there seemed +to be no chance of this, so she began looking at everything about +her, to pass away the time. + + Alice had never been in a court of justice before, but she had +read about them in books, and she was quite pleased to find that +she knew the name of nearly everything there. `That's the +judge,' she said to herself, `because of his great wig.' + + The judge, by the way, was the King; and as he wore his crown +over the wig, (look at the frontispiece if you want to see how he +did it,) he did not look at all comfortable, and it was certainly +not becoming. + + `And that's the jury-box,' thought Alice, `and those twelve +creatures,' (she was obliged to say `creatures,' you see, because +some of them were animals, and some were birds,) `I suppose they +are the jurors.' She said this last word two or three times over +to herself, being rather proud of it: for she thought, and +rightly too, that very few little girls of her age knew the +meaning of it at all. However, `jury-men' would have done just +as well. + + The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates. +`What are they doing?' Alice whispered to the Gryphon. `They +can't have anything to put down yet, before the trial's begun.' + + `They're putting down their names,' the Gryphon whispered in +reply, `for fear they should forget them before the end of the +trial.' + + `Stupid things!' Alice began in a loud, indignant voice, but +she stopped hastily, for the White Rabbit cried out, `Silence in +the court!' and the King put on his spectacles and looked +anxiously round, to make out who was talking. + + Alice could see, as well as if she were looking over their +shoulders, that all the jurors were writing down `stupid things!' +on their slates, and she could even make out that one of them +didn't know how to spell `stupid,' and that he had to ask his +neighbour to tell him. `A nice muddle their slates'll be in +before the trial's over!' thought Alice. + + One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course, +Alice could not stand, and she went round the court and got +behind him, and very soon found an opportunity of taking it +away. She did it so quickly that the poor little juror (it was +Bill, the Lizard) could not make out at all what had become of +it; so, after hunting all about for it, he was obliged to write +with one finger for the rest of the day; and this was of very +little use, as it left no mark on the slate. + + `Herald, read the accusation!' said the King. + + On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and +then unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows:-- + + `The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, + All on a summer day: + The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts, + And took them quite away!' + + `Consider your verdict,' the King said to the jury. + + `Not yet, not yet!' the Rabbit hastily interrupted. `There's +a great deal to come before that!' + + `Call the first witness,' said the King; and the White Rabbit +blew three blasts on the trumpet, and called out, `First +witness!' + + The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup in +one hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. `I beg +pardon, your Majesty,' he began, `for bringing these in: but I +hadn't quite finished my tea when I was sent for.' + + `You ought to have finished,' said the King. `When did you +begin?' + + The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into +the court, arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. `Fourteenth of March, I +think it was,' he said. + + `Fifteenth,' said the March Hare. + + `Sixteenth,' added the Dormouse. + + `Write that down,' the King said to the jury, and the jury +eagerly wrote down all three dates on their slates, and then +added them up, and reduced the answer to shillings and pence. + + `Take off your hat,' the King said to the Hatter. + + `It isn't mine,' said the Hatter. + + `Stolen!' the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who +instantly made a memorandum of the fact. + + `I keep them to sell,' the Hatter added as an explanation; +`I've none of my own. I'm a hatter.' + + Here the Queen put on her spectacles, and began staring at the +Hatter, who turned pale and fidgeted. + + `Give your evidence,' said the King; `and don't be nervous, or +I'll have you executed on the spot.' + + This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he kept +shifting from one foot to the other, looking uneasily at the +Queen, and in his confusion he bit a large piece out of his +teacup instead of the bread-and-butter. + + Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation, which +puzzled her a good deal until she made out what it was: she was +beginning to grow larger again, and she thought at first she +would get up and leave the court; but on second thoughts she +decided to remain where she was as long as there was room for +her. + + `I wish you wouldn't squeeze so.' said the Dormouse, who was +sitting next to her. `I can hardly breathe.' + + `I can't help it,' said Alice very meekly: `I'm growing.' + + `You've no right to grow here,' said the Dormouse. + + `Don't talk nonsense,' said Alice more boldly: `you know +you're growing too.' + + `Yes, but I grow at a reasonable pace,' said the Dormouse: +`not in that ridiculous fashion.' And he got up very sulkily +and crossed over to the other side of the court. + + All this time the Queen had never left off staring at the +Hatter, and, just as the Dormouse crossed the court, she said to +one of the officers of the court, `Bring me the list of the +singers in the last concert!' on which the wretched Hatter +trembled so, that he shook both his shoes off. + + `Give your evidence,' the King repeated angrily, `or I'll have +you executed, whether you're nervous or not.' + + `I'm a poor man, your Majesty,' the Hatter began, in a +trembling voice, `--and I hadn't begun my tea--not above a week +or so--and what with the bread-and-butter getting so thin--and +the twinkling of the tea--' + + `The twinkling of the what?' said the King. + + `It began with the tea,' the Hatter replied. + + `Of course twinkling begins with a T!' said the King sharply. +`Do you take me for a dunce? Go on!' + + `I'm a poor man,' the Hatter went on, `and most things +twinkled after that--only the March Hare said--' + + `I didn't!' the March Hare interrupted in a great hurry. + + `You did!' said the Hatter. + + `I deny it!' said the March Hare. + + `He denies it,' said the King: `leave out that part.' + + `Well, at any rate, the Dormouse said--' the Hatter went on, +looking anxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but the +Dormouse denied nothing, being fast asleep. + + `After that,' continued the Hatter, `I cut some more bread- +and-butter--' + + `But what did the Dormouse say?' one of the jury asked. + + `That I can't remember,' said the Hatter. + + `You MUST remember,' remarked the King, `or I'll have you +executed.' + + The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter, +and went down on one knee. `I'm a poor man, your Majesty,' he +began. + + `You're a very poor speaker,' said the King. + + Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered, and was immediately +suppressed by the officers of the court. (As that is rather a +hard word, I will just explain to you how it was done. They had +a large canvas bag, which tied up at the mouth with strings: +into this they slipped the guinea-pig, head first, and then sat +upon it.) + + `I'm glad I've seen that done,' thought Alice. `I've so often +read in the newspapers, at the end of trials, "There was some +attempts at applause, which was immediately suppressed by the +officers of the court," and I never understood what it meant +till now.' + + `If that's all you know about it, you may stand down,' +continued the King. + + `I can't go no lower,' said the Hatter: `I'm on the floor, as +it is.' + + `Then you may SIT down,' the King replied. + + Here the other guinea-pig cheered, and was suppressed. + + `Come, that finished the guinea-pigs!' thought Alice. `Now we +shall get on better.' + + `I'd rather finish my tea,' said the Hatter, with an anxious +look at the Queen, who was reading the list of singers. + + `You may go,' said the King, and the Hatter hurriedly left the +court, without even waiting to put his shoes on. + + `--and just take his head off outside,' the Queen added to one +of the officers: but the Hatter was out of sight before the +officer could get to the door. + + `Call the next witness!' said the King. + + The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the +pepper-box in her hand, and Alice guessed who it was, even before +she got into the court, by the way the people near the door began +sneezing all at once. + + `Give your evidence,' said the King. + + `Shan't,' said the cook. + + The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said in a +low voice, `Your Majesty must cross-examine THIS witness.' + + `Well, if I must, I must,' the King said, with a melancholy +air, and, after folding his arms and frowning at the cook till +his eyes were nearly out of sight, he said in a deep voice, `What +are tarts made of?' + + `Pepper, mostly,' said the cook. + + `Treacle,' said a sleepy voice behind her. + + `Collar that Dormouse,' the Queen shrieked out. `Behead that +Dormouse! Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch +him! Off with his whiskers!' + + For some minutes the whole court was in confusion, getting the +Dormouse turned out, and, by the time they had settled down +again, the cook had disappeared. + + `Never mind!' said the King, with an air of great relief. +`Call the next witness.' And he added in an undertone to the +Queen, `Really, my dear, YOU must cross-examine the next witness. +It quite makes my forehead ache!' + + Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list, +feeling very curious to see what the next witness would be like, +`--for they haven't got much evidence YET,' she said to herself. +Imagine her surprise, when the White Rabbit read out, at the top +of his shrill little voice, the name `Alice!' + + + + CHAPTER XII + + Alice's Evidence + + + `Here!' cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the +moment how large she had grown in the last few minutes, and she +jumped up in such a hurry that she tipped over the jury-box with +the edge of her skirt, upsetting all the jurymen on to the heads +of the crowd below, and there they lay sprawling about, reminding +her very much of a globe of goldfish she had accidentally upset +the week before. + + `Oh, I BEG your pardon!' she exclaimed in a tone of great +dismay, and began picking them up again as quickly as she could, +for the accident of the goldfish kept running in her head, and +she had a vague sort of idea that they must be collected at once +and put back into the jury-box, or they would die. + + `The trial cannot proceed,' said the King in a very grave +voice, `until all the jurymen are back in their proper places-- +ALL,' he repeated with great emphasis, looking hard at Alice as +he said do. + + Alice looked at the jury-box, and saw that, in her haste, she +had put the Lizard in head downwards, and the poor little thing +was waving its tail about in a melancholy way, being quite unable +to move. She soon got it out again, and put it right; `not that +it signifies much,' she said to herself; `I should think it +would be QUITE as much use in the trial one way up as the other.' + + As soon as the jury had a little recovered from the shock of +being upset, and their slates and pencils had been found and +handed back to them, they set to work very diligently to write +out a history of the accident, all except the Lizard, who seemed +too much overcome to do anything but sit with its mouth open, +gazing up into the roof of the court. + + `What do you know about this business?' the King said to +Alice. + + `Nothing,' said Alice. + + `Nothing WHATEVER?' persisted the King. + + `Nothing whatever,' said Alice. + + `That's very important,' the King said, turning to the jury. +They were just beginning to write this down on their slates, when +the White Rabbit interrupted: `UNimportant, your Majesty means, +of course,' he said in a very respectful tone, but frowning and +making faces at him as he spoke. + + `UNimportant, of course, I meant,' the King hastily said, and +went on to himself in an undertone, `important--unimportant-- +unimportant--important--' as if he were trying which word +sounded best. + + Some of the jury wrote it down `important,' and some +`unimportant.' Alice could see this, as she was near enough to +look over their slates; `but it doesn't matter a bit,' she +thought to herself. + + At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily +writing in his note-book, cackled out `Silence!' and read out +from his book, `Rule Forty-two. ALL PERSONS MORE THAN A MILE +HIGH TO LEAVE THE COURT.' + + Everybody looked at Alice. + + `I'M not a mile high,' said Alice. + + `You are,' said the King. + + `Nearly two miles high,' added the Queen. + + `Well, I shan't go, at any rate,' said Alice: `besides, +that's not a regular rule: you invented it just now.' + + `It's the oldest rule in the book,' said the King. + + `Then it ought to be Number One,' said Alice. + + The King turned pale, and shut his note-book hastily. +`Consider your verdict,' he said to the jury, in a low, trembling +voice. + + `There's more evidence to come yet, please your Majesty,' said +the White Rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry; `this paper has +just been picked up.' + + `What's in it?' said the Queen. + + `I haven't opened it yet,' said the White Rabbit, `but it seems +to be a letter, written by the prisoner to--to somebody.' + + `It must have been that,' said the King, `unless it was +written to nobody, which isn't usual, you know.' + + `Who is it directed to?' said one of the jurymen. + + `It isn't directed at all,' said the White Rabbit; `in fact, +there's nothing written on the OUTSIDE.' He unfolded the paper +as he spoke, and added `It isn't a letter, after all: it's a set +of verses.' + + `Are they in the prisoner's handwriting?' asked another of +they jurymen. + + `No, they're not,' said the White Rabbit, `and that's the +queerest thing about it.' (The jury all looked puzzled.) + + `He must have imitated somebody else's hand,' said the King. +(The jury all brightened up again.) + + `Please your Majesty,' said the Knave, `I didn't write it, and +they can't prove I did: there's no name signed at the end.' + + `If you didn't sign it,' said the King, `that only makes the +matter worse. You MUST have meant some mischief, or else you'd +have signed your name like an honest man.' + + There was a general clapping of hands at this: it was the +first really clever thing the King had said that day. + + `That PROVES his guilt,' said the Queen. + + `It proves nothing of the sort!' said Alice. `Why, you don't +even know what they're about!' + + `Read them,' said the King. + + The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. `Where shall I begin, +please your Majesty?' he asked. + + `Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, `and go on +till you come to the end: then stop.' + + These were the verses the White Rabbit read:-- + + `They told me you had been to her, + And mentioned me to him: + She gave me a good character, + But said I could not swim. + + He sent them word I had not gone + (We know it to be true): + If she should push the matter on, + What would become of you? + + I gave her one, they gave him two, + You gave us three or more; + They all returned from him to you, + Though they were mine before. + + If I or she should chance to be + Involved in this affair, + He trusts to you to set them free, + Exactly as we were. + + My notion was that you had been + (Before she had this fit) + An obstacle that came between + Him, and ourselves, and it. + + Don't let him know she liked them best, + For this must ever be + A secret, kept from all the rest, + Between yourself and me.' + + `That's the most important piece of evidence we've heard yet,' +said the King, rubbing his hands; `so now let the jury--' + + `If any one of them can explain it,' said Alice, (she had +grown so large in the last few minutes that she wasn't a bit +afraid of interrupting him,) `I'll give him sixpence. _I_ don't +believe there's an atom of meaning in it.' + + The jury all wrote down on their slates, `SHE doesn't believe +there's an atom of meaning in it,' but none of them attempted to +explain the paper. + + `If there's no meaning in it,' said the King, `that saves a +world of trouble, you know, as we needn't try to find any. And +yet I don't know,' he went on, spreading out the verses on his +knee, and looking at them with one eye; `I seem to see some +meaning in them, after all. "--SAID I COULD NOT SWIM--" you +can't swim, can you?' he added, turning to the Knave. + + The Knave shook his head sadly. `Do I look like it?' he said. +(Which he certainly did NOT, being made entirely of cardboard.) + + `All right, so far,' said the King, and he went on muttering +over the verses to himself: `"WE KNOW IT TO BE TRUE--" that's +the jury, of course-- "I GAVE HER ONE, THEY GAVE HIM TWO--" why, +that must be what he did with the tarts, you know--' + + `But, it goes on "THEY ALL RETURNED FROM HIM TO YOU,"' said +Alice. + + `Why, there they are!' said the King triumphantly, pointing to +the tarts on the table. `Nothing can be clearer than THAT. +Then again--"BEFORE SHE HAD THIS FIT--" you never had fits, my +dear, I think?' he said to the Queen. + + `Never!' said the Queen furiously, throwing an inkstand at the +Lizard as she spoke. (The unfortunate little Bill had left off +writing on his slate with one finger, as he found it made no +mark; but he now hastily began again, using the ink, that was +trickling down his face, as long as it lasted.) + + `Then the words don't FIT you,' said the King, looking round +the court with a smile. There was a dead silence. + + `It's a pun!' the King added in an offended tone, and +everybody laughed, `Let the jury consider their verdict,' the +King said, for about the twentieth time that day. + + `No, no!' said the Queen. `Sentence first--verdict afterwards.' + + `Stuff and nonsense!' said Alice loudly. `The idea of having +the sentence first!' + + `Hold your tongue!' said the Queen, turning purple. + + `I won't!' said Alice. + + `Off with her head!' the Queen shouted at the top of her voice. +Nobody moved. + + `Who cares for you?' said Alice, (she had grown to her full +size by this time.) `You're nothing but a pack of cards!' + + At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying +down upon her: she gave a little scream, half of fright and half +of anger, and tried to beat them off, and found herself lying on +the bank, with her head in the lap of her sister, who was gently +brushing away some dead leaves that had fluttered down from the +trees upon her face. + + `Wake up, Alice dear!' said her sister; `Why, what a long +sleep you've had!' + + `Oh, I've had such a curious dream!' said Alice, and she told +her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange +Adventures of hers that you have just been reading about; and +when she had finished, her sister kissed her, and said, `It WAS a +curious dream, dear, certainly: but now run in to your tea; it's +getting late.' So Alice got up and ran off, thinking while she +ran, as well she might, what a wonderful dream it had been. + + But her sister sat still just as she left her, leaning her +head on her hand, watching the setting sun, and thinking of +little Alice and all her wonderful Adventures, till she too began +dreaming after a fashion, and this was her dream:-- + + First, she dreamed of little Alice herself, and once again the +tiny hands were clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes +were looking up into hers--she could hear the very tones of her +voice, and see that queer little toss of her head to keep back +the wandering hair that WOULD always get into her eyes--and +still as she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole place +around her became alive the strange creatures of her little +sister's dream. + + The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried +by--the frightened Mouse splashed his way through the +neighbouring pool--she could hear the rattle of the teacups as +the March Hare and his friends shared their never-ending meal, +and the shrill voice of the Queen ordering off her unfortunate +guests to execution--once more the pig-baby was sneezing on the +Duchess's knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it--once +more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard's +slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs, +filled the air, mixed up with the distant sobs of the miserable +Mock Turtle. + + So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in +Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and +all would change to dull reality--the grass would be only +rustling in the wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the +reeds--the rattling teacups would change to tinkling sheep- +bells, and the Queen's shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd +boy--and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and +all thy other queer noises, would change (she knew) to the +confused clamour of the busy farm-yard--while the lowing of the +cattle in the distance would take the place of the Mock Turtle's +heavy sobs. + + Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of +hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how +she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and +loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about +her other little children, and make THEIR eyes bright and eager +with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of +Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their +simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, +remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days. + + THE END diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/gutenberg/crsto10.txt" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/gutenberg/crsto10.txt" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..477f77a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/gutenberg/crsto10.txt" @@ -0,0 +1,62040 @@ +The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Count of Monte Cristo by Dumas +#2 in our series by Alexandre Dumas [Pere] + + +Copyright laws are changing all over the world, be sure to check +the copyright laws for your country before posting these files!! + +Please take a look at the important information in this header. +We encourage you to keep this file on your own disk, keeping an +electronic path open for the next readers. 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FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN ETEXTS*Ver.04.29.93*END* + + + + + +The Count of Monte Cristo + +by Alexandre Dumas [Pere] + + + + +Chapter 1 +Marseilles -- The Arrival. + +On the 24th of February, 1810, the look-out at Notre-Dame de +la Garde signalled the three-master, the Pharaon from +Smyrna, Trieste, and Naples. + +As usual, a pilot put off immediately, and rounding the +Chateau d'If, got on board the vessel between Cape Morgion +and Rion island. + +Immediately, and according to custom, the ramparts of Fort +Saint-Jean were covered with spectators; it is always an +event at Marseilles for a ship to come into port, especially +when this ship, like the Pharaon, has been built, rigged, +and laden at the old Phocee docks, and belongs to an owner +of the city. + +The ship drew on and had safely passed the strait, which +some volcanic shock has made between the Calasareigne and +Jaros islands; had doubled Pomegue, and approached the +harbor under topsails, jib, and spanker, but so slowly and +sedately that the idlers, with that instinct which is the +forerunner of evil, asked one another what misfortune could +have happened on board. However, those experienced in +navigation saw plainly that if any accident had occurred, it +was not to the vessel herself, for she bore down with all +the evidence of being skilfully handled, the anchor +a-cockbill, the jib-boom guys already eased off, and +standing by the side of the pilot, who was steering the +Pharaon towards the narrow entrance of the inner port, was a +young man, who, with activity and vigilant eye, watched +every motion of the ship, and repeated each direction of the +pilot. + +The vague disquietude which prevailed among the spectators +had so much affected one of the crowd that he did not await +the arrival of the vessel in harbor, but jumping into a +small skiff, desired to be pulled alongside the Pharaon, +which he reached as she rounded into La Reserve basin. + +When the young man on board saw this person approach, he +left his station by the pilot, and, hat in hand, leaned over +the ship's bulwarks. + +He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow of eighteen or +twenty, with black eyes, and hair as dark as a raven's wing; +and his whole appearance bespoke that 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 misfortune, for me especially! Off Civita Vecchia +we lost our brave Captain Leclere." + +"And the cargo?" inquired the owner, eagerly. + +"Is all safe, M. Morrel; and I think you will be satisfied +on that head. But poor Captain Leclere -- " + +"What happened to him?" asked the owner, with an air of +considerable resignation. "What happened to the worthy +captain?" + +"He died." + +"Fell into the sea?" + +"No, sir, he died of brain-fever in dreadful agony." Then +turning to the crew, he said, "Bear a hand there, to take in +sail!" + +All hands obeyed, and at once the eight or ten seamen who +composed the crew, sprang to their respective stations at +the spanker brails and outhaul, topsail sheets and halyards, +the jib downhaul, and the topsail clewlines and buntlines. +The young sailor gave a look to see that his orders were +promptly and accurately obeyed, and then turned again to the +owner. + +"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 smile, "to 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 owner, who appeared more +comforted at every moment, "we 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." + +Then, as they were just passing the Round Tower, the young +man shouted: "Stand by there to lower the topsails and jib; +brail up the spanker!" + +The order was executed as promptly as it would have been on +board a man-of-war. + +"Let go -- and clue up!" At this last command all the sails +were lowered, and the vessel moved almost imperceptibly +onwards. + +"Now, if you will come on board, M. Morrel," said Dantes, +observing the owner's impatience, "here is your supercargo, +M. Danglars, coming out of his cabin, who will furnish you +with every particular. As for me, I must look after the +anchoring, and dress the ship in mourning." + +The owner did not wait for a second invitation. He seized a +rope which Dantes flung to him, and with an activity that +would have done credit to a sailor, climbed up the side of +the ship, while the young man, going to his task, left the +conversation to Danglars, who now came towards the owner. He +was a man of twenty-five or twenty-six years of age, of +unprepossessing countenance, obsequious to his superiors, +insolent to his subordinates; and this, in addition to his +position as responsible agent on board, which is always +obnoxious to the sailors, made him as much disliked by the +crew as Edmond Dantes was beloved by them. + +"Well, M. Morrel," said Danglars, "you have heard of the +misfortune that has 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 owner, glancing after Dantes, who was +watching the anchoring of his vessel, "it seems to me that a +sailor needs not be so old as you say, Danglars, to +understand his business, for our friend Edmond seems to +understand it thoroughly, and not to require instruction +from any one." + +"Yes," said Danglars, darting at Edmond a look gleaming with +hate. "Yes, he is young, and youth is invariably +self-confident. Scarcely was the captain's breath out of his +body when he assumed the command without consulting any one, +and he caused us to lose a day and a half at the Island of +Elba, instead of making for Marseilles direct." + +"As to taking command of the vessel," replied Morrel, "that +was his duty as 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 +else." + +"Dantes," said the shipowner, turning towards the young man, +"come this way!" + +"In a moment, sir," answered Dantes, "and I'm with you." +Then calling to the crew, he said -- "Let go!" + +The anchor was instantly dropped, and the chain ran rattling +through the port-hole. Dantes continued at his post in spite +of the presence of the pilot, until this manoeuvre was +completed, and then he added, "Half-mast the colors, and +square the yards!" + +"You see," said Danglars, "he fancies himself captain +already, upon my word." + +"And so, in fact, he is," said the owner. + +"Except your signature and your partner's, M. Morrel." + +"And why should he not have this?" asked the owner; "he is +young, it is true, but he seems to me a thorough seaman, and +of full experience." + +A cloud passed over Danglars' brow. "Your pardon, M. +Morrel," said Dantes, approaching, "the vessel now rides at +anchor, and I am at your service. You hailed me, I 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?" + +"Who?" + +"The marshal." + +"Yes." + +Morrel looked around him, and then, drawing Dantes on one +side, he 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 Dantes, with a +smile. + +"And what did he say to you?" + +"Asked me questions about the vessel, the time she left +Marseilles, the course she had taken, and what was her +cargo. I believe, if she had not been laden, and I had been +her master, he would have bought her. But I told him I was +only mate, and that she belonged to the firm of Morrel & +Son. `Ah, yes,' he said, `I know them. The Morrels have been +shipowners from father to son; and there was a Morrel who +served in the same regiment with me when I was in garrison +at Valence.'" + +"Pardieu, and that is true!" cried the owner, greatly +delighted. "And that was Policar Morrel, my uncle, who was +afterwards a captain. Dantes, you must tell my uncle that +the emperor remembered him, and you will see it will bring +tears into the old soldier's eyes. Come, come," continued +he, patting Edmond's shoulder kindly, "you did very right, +Dantes, to follow Captain Leclere's instructions, and touch +at Elba, although if it were known that you had conveyed a +packet to the marshal, and had conversed with the emperor, +it might bring you into trouble." + +"How could that bring me into trouble, sir?" asked Dantes; +"for I did not even know of what I was the bearer; and the +emperor merely made such inquiries as he would of the first +comer. But, pardon me, here are the health officers and the +customs inspectors coming alongside." And the young man went +to the gangway. As he departed, Danglars approached, and +said, -- + +"Well, it appears that he has given you satisfactory reasons +for his landing at Porto-Ferrajo?" + +"Yes, most satisfactory, my dear Danglars." + +"Well, so much the better," said the supercargo; "for it is +not pleasant to think that a comrade has not done his duty." + +"Dantes has done his," replied the owner, "and that is not +saying much. It was Captain Leclere who gave orders for this +delay." + +"Talking of Captain Leclere, has not Dantes given you a +letter from him?" + +"To me? -- no -- was there one?" + +"I believe that, besides the packet, Captain Leclere +confided a letter to his 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. "Then, M. Morrel, I beg of +you," said he, "not to say a word to Dantes on the subject. +I may have been mistaken." + +At this moment the young man returned; Danglars withdrew. + +"Well, my dear Dantes, are you now free?" inquired the +owner. + +"Yes, sir." + +"You have not been long detained." + +"No. I gave the custom-house officers a copy of our bill of +lading; and as to 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 +son." + +"And," inquired Dantes, with some hesitation, "do you know +how my father is?" + +"Well, I believe, my dear Edmond, though I have not seen him +lately." + +"Yes, he likes to keep himself shut up in his little room." + +"That proves, at least, that he has wanted for nothing +during your absence." + +Dantes smiled. "My father is proud, sir, and if he had not a +meal left, I doubt if he would have asked anything from +anyone, except from Heaven." + +"Well, then, after this first visit has been made we shall +count on you." + +"I must again excuse myself, M. Morrel, for after this first +visit has been 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 shipowner, "I 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 sailor, gravely; +"she is my betrothed." + +"Sometimes one and the same thing," said Morrel, with a +smile. + +"Not with us, sir," replied Dantes. + +"Well, well, my dear Edmond," continued the owner, "don't +let me detain you. 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' +wages." + +"You are a careful fellow, Edmond." + +"Say I have a poor father, sir." + +"Yes, yes, I know how good a son you are, so now hasten away +to see your father. I have a son too, and I should be very +wroth with those who detained him from me after a three +months' voyage." + +"Then I have your leave, sir?" + +"Yes, if you have nothing more to say to me." + +"Nothing." + +"Captain Leclere did not, before he died, give you a letter +for me?" + +"He was unable to write, sir. But that reminds me that I +must ask your leave of absence for some days." + +"To get married?" + +"Yes, first, and then to go to Paris." + +"Very good; have what time you require, Dantes. It will take +quite six weeks to unload the cargo, and we cannot get you +ready for sea until three months after that; only be back +again in three months, for the Pharaon," added the owner, +patting the young sailor on the back, "cannot sail without +her captain." + +"Without her captain!" cried Dantes, his eyes sparkling with +animation; "pray mind what you say, for you are touching on +the most secret wishes of my heart. Is it really your +intention to make me captain of the Pharaon?" + +"If I were sole owner we'd shake hands on it now, my dear +Dantes, and call it 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 seaman, with tears in +his eyes, and grasping the owner's hand, "M. 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 +voyage?" + +"That is according to the sense you attach to the question, +sir. Do you mean is he a good comrade? No, for I think he +never liked me since the day when I was 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' +confidence." + +"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?" + +"Certainly." + +"Then, for the present, M. Morrel, farewell, and a thousand +thanks!" + +"I hope soon to see you again, my dear Edmond. Good luck to +you." + +The young sailor jumped into the skiff, and sat down in the +stern sheets, with the order that he be put ashore at La +Canebiere. The two oarsmen bent to their work, and the +little boat glided away as rapidly as possible in the midst +of the thousand vessels which choke up the narrow way which +leads between the two rows of ships from the mouth of the +harbor to the Quai d'Orleans. + +The shipowner, smiling, followed him with his eyes until he +saw him spring out on the quay and disappear in the midst of +the throng, which from five o'clock in the morning until +nine o'clock at night, swarms in the famous street of La +Canebiere, -- a street of which the modern Phocaeans are so +proud that they say with all the gravity in the world, and +with that accent which gives so much character to what is +said, "If Paris had La Canebiere, Paris would be a second +Marseilles." On turning round the owner saw Danglars behind +him, apparently awaiting orders, but 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 comrade, and follow Dantes, +who, after having traversed La Canebiere, took the Rue de +Noailles, and entering a small house, on the left of the +Allees de Meillan, rapidly ascended four flights of a dark +staircase, holding the baluster with one hand, while with +the other he repressed the beatings of his heart, and paused +before a half-open door, from which he could see the whole +of a small room. + +This room was occupied by Dantes' father. The news of the +arrival of the Pharaon had not yet reached the old man, who, +mounted on a chair, was amusing himself by training with +trembling hand the nasturtiums and sprays of clematis that +clambered over the trellis at his window. Suddenly, he felt +an arm thrown around his body, and a well-known voice behind +him exclaimed, "Father -- dear father!" + +The old man uttered a cry, and turned round; then, seeing +his son, he fell into his arms, pale and trembling. + +"What ails you, my dearest father? Are you ill?" inquired +the young man, much 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 +happy." + +"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? Come, tell me all the good fortune that has +befallen you." + +"God forgive me," said the young man, "for rejoicing at +happiness derived from the misery of others, but, Heaven +knows, I did not seek this good fortune; it 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 man, "it is very +fortunate." + +"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 him, and he fell +backwards. + +"Come, come," said the young man, "a 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 man, "there is no wine." + +"What, no wine?" said Dantes, turning pale, and looking +alternately at the hollow cheeks of the old man and the +empty cupboards. "What, no wine? Have you wanted money, +father?" + +"I want nothing now that I have you," said the old man. + +"Yet," stammered Dantes, wiping the perspiration from his +brow, -- "yet I gave you two hundred francs when I left, +three months ago." + +"Yes, yes, Edmond, that is true, but you forgot at that time +a little debt to 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" +-- + +"Well?" + +"Why, I paid him." + +"But," cried Dantes, "it was a hundred and forty francs I +owed Caderousse." + +"Yes," stammered the old man. + +"And you paid him out of the two hundred francs I left you?" + +The old man nodded. + +"So that you have lived for three months on sixty francs," +muttered Edmond. + +"You know how little I require," said the old man. + +"Heaven pardon me," cried Edmond, falling on his knees +before his father. + +"What are you doing?" + +"You have wounded me to the heart." + +"Never mind it, for I see you once more," said the old man; +"and now it's all over -- everything is all right again." + +"Yes, here I am," said the young man, "with 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 table, the contents +consisting of a dozen gold pieces, five or six five-franc +pieces, and some smaller coin. The countenance of old Dantes +brightened. + +"Whom does this belong to?" he inquired. + +"To me, to you, to us! Take it; buy some provisions; be +happy, and to-morrow we shall have more." + +"Gently, gently," said the old man, with a smile; "and by +your leave I will use your purse moderately, for they would +say, if they saw me buy too many things at a time, that I +had been obliged to await your return, in 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. "But, never mind, he is a +neighbor who has done us a service on a time, so he's +welcome." + +As Edmond paused, the black and bearded head of Caderousse +appeared at the door. He was a man of twenty-five or six, +and held a piece of cloth, which, being a tailor, he was +about to make into a coat-lining. + +"What, is it you, Edmond, back again?" said he, with a broad +Marseillaise accent, and a grin that displayed his +ivory-white teeth. + +"Yes, as you see, neighbor Caderousse; and ready to be +agreeable to you in any and every way," replied Dantes, but +ill-concealing his coldness under this cloak of civility. + +"Thanks -- thanks; but, fortunately, I do not want for +anything; and it chances that at times there are others who +have need of me." Dantes made a gesture. "I do not allude to +you, my boy. No! -- no! I lent you money, and you returned +it; that's like good neighbors, and we are quits." + +"We are never quits with those who oblige us," was Dantes' +reply; "for when we do not owe them money, we owe them +gratitude." + +"What's the use of mentioning that? What is done is done. +Let us talk of your 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 +again.' + +"`And where is the dear boy, our little Edmond?' + +"`Why, with his father, no 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 man, "he is so much +attached to us." + +"Yes, to be sure I am. I love and esteem you, because honest +folks are so rare. But it seems you have come back rich, my +boy," continued the tailor, looking 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 absence, and to +convince me he emptied his purse on the table. Come, father" +added Dantes, "put 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 God, my living is suited to my means. Keep your money +-- keep it, I say; -- one never has too much; -- but, at the +same time, my boy, I am as much obliged by your offer as if +I took advantage of it." + +"It was offered with good will," said Dantes. + +"No doubt, my boy; no doubt. Well, you stand well with M. +Morrel I hear, -- you insinuating dog, you!" + +"M. Morrel has always been exceedingly kind to me," replied +Dantes. + +"Then you were wrong to refuse to dine with him." + +"What, did you refuse to dine with him?" said old Dantes; +"and did he invite you to dine?" + +"Yes, my dear father," replied Edmond, smiling at his +father's astonishment at the excessive honor paid to his +son. + +"And why did you refuse, my son?" inquired the old man. + +"That I might the sooner see you again, my dear father," +replied the young man. "I was most anxious to see you." + +"But it must have vexed M. Morrel, good, worthy man," said +Caderousse. "And 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 +Dantes, "and 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 +Catalans." + +"Go, my dear boy," said old Dantes: "and heaven bless you in +your wife, as it has blessed me in my son!" + +"His wife!" said Caderousse; "why, how fast you go on, +father Dantes; she is not his wife yet, as it seems to me." + +"So, but according to all probability she soon will be," +replied Edmond. + +"Yes -- yes," said Caderousse; "but you were right to return +as soon as possible, my boy." + +"And why?" + +"Because Mercedes is a very fine girl, and fine girls never +lack followers; she particularly has them by dozens." + +"Really?" answered Edmond, with a smile which had in it +traces of slight uneasiness. + +"Ah, yes," continued Caderousse, "and capital offers, too; +but you know, you will be captain, and who could refuse you +then?" + +"Meaning to say," replied Dantes, with a smile which but +ill-concealed his trouble, "that if I were not a captain" -- + +"Eh -- eh!" said Caderousse, shaking his head. + +"Come, come," said the sailor, "I have a better opinion than +you of women in 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 +prospects." + +"I will go directly," was Edmond's reply; and, embracing his +father, and nodding to Caderousse, he left the apartment. + +Caderousse lingered for a moment, then taking leave of old +Dantes, he went downstairs to rejoin Danglars, who awaited +him at the corner of the Rue Senac. + +"Well," said Danglars, "did you see him?" + +"I have just left him," answered Caderousse. + +"Did he allude to his hope of being captain?" + +"He spoke of it as a thing already decided." + +"Indeed!" said Danglars, "he is in too much hurry, it +appears to me." + +"Why, it seems M. Morrel has promised him the thing." + +"So that he is quite elated about it?" + +"Why, yes, he is actually insolent over the matter -- has +already offered me 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 Danglars, "he is not one yet." + +"Ma foi, it will be as well if he is not," answered +Caderousse; "for if he should be, there will be really no +speaking to him." + +"If we choose," replied Danglars, "he 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 +Infirmeries." + +"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 place, they called for a bottle of wine, and two +glasses. + +Pere Pamphile had seen Dantes pass not ten minutes before; +and assured that he was at the Catalans, they sat down under +the budding foliage of the planes and sycamores, in the +branches of which the birds were singing their welcome to +one of the first days of spring. + + + +Chapter 3 +The Catalans. + +Beyond a bare, weather-worn wall, about a hundred paces from +the spot where the two friends sat looking and listening as +they drank their wine, was the village of the Catalans. Long +ago this mysterious colony quitted Spain, and settled on the +tongue of land on which it is to this day. Whence it came no +one knew, and it spoke an unknown tongue. One of its chiefs, +who understood Provencal, begged the commune of Marseilles +to give them this bare and barren promontory, where, like +the sailors of old, they had run their boats ashore. The +request was granted; and three months afterwards, around the +twelve or fifteen small vessels which had brought these +gypsies of the sea, a small village sprang up. This village, +constructed in a singular and picturesque manner, half +Moorish, half Spanish, still remains, and is inhabited by +descendants of the first comers, who speak the language of +their fathers. For three or four centuries they have +remained upon this small promontory, on which they had +settled like a flight of seabirds, without mixing with the +Marseillaise population, intermarrying, and 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 village, and enter with us one of the houses, which +is sunburned to the beautiful dead-leaf color peculiar to +the buildings of the country, and within coated with +whitewash, like a Spanish posada. A young and beautiful +girl, with hair as black as jet, her eyes as velvety as the +gazelle's, was leaning with her back against the wainscot, +rubbing in her slender delicately moulded fingers a bunch of +heath blossoms, the flowers of which she was picking off and +strewing on the floor; her arms, bare to the elbow, brown, +and modelled after those of the Arlesian Venus, moved with a +kind of restless impatience, and she tapped the earth with +her arched and supple foot, so as to display the pure and +full shape of her well-turned leg, in its red cotton, gray +and blue clocked, stocking. At three paces from her, seated +in a chair which he balanced on two legs, leaning his elbow +on an old worm-eaten table, was a tall young man of twenty, +or two-and-twenty, who was looking at her with an air in +which vexation and uneasiness were mingled. He questioned +her with his eyes, but the firm and steady gaze of the young +girl controlled his look. + +"You see, Mercedes," said the young man, "here is Easter +come round again; tell me, is this the moment for a +wedding?" + +"I have answered you a hundred times, Fernand, and really +you must be very 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 +existence!" + +"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 +affection, for my heart is another's.' Is not this true, +Fernand?" + +"Yes, that is very true, Mercedes," replied the young man, +"Yes, you have been cruelly frank with me; but do you forget +that it is among the Catalans a sacred law to intermarry?" + +"You mistake, Fernand; it is not a law, but merely a custom, +and, I pray of you, do not cite this custom in your favor. +You are included in the conscription, 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 Mercedes, shaking her head, "a woman +becomes a bad manager, and who shall say she will remain an +honest woman, when she loves another man 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 Fernand, "you 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 Mercedes, with an angry glance, -- +"what do you mean? I do not understand you?" + +"I mean, Mercedes, that you are thus harsh and cruel with +me, because you are 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 Mercedes, "I 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 you, Fernand; you would be +revenged on him because I do not love you; you would cross +your Catalan knife with his dirk. What end would that +answer? To lose you my friendship if he were conquered, and +see that friendship changed into hate if you were victor. +Believe me, to seek a quarrel with a man is a bad method of +pleasing the woman who loves that man. No, Fernand, you will +not thus give way to evil thoughts. Unable to have me for +your wife, you will content yourself with having me for your +friend and sister; and besides," she added, her eyes +troubled and moistened with tears, "wait, wait, Fernand; you +said just now that the sea was treacherous, and he has been +gone four months, and during these four months there have +been some terrible storms." + +Fernand made no reply, nor did he attempt to check the tears +which flowed down the cheeks of Mercedes, although for each +of these tears he would have shed his heart's blood; but +these tears flowed for another. He arose, paced a while up +and down the hut, and then, suddenly stopping before +Mercedes, with his eyes glowing and his hands clinched, -- +"Say, Mercedes," he said, "once for all, is this your final +determination?" + +"I love Edmond Dantes," the young girl calmly replied, "and +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 man, heaved a sigh +that was like a groan, and then suddenly looking her full in +the face, with clinched teeth and expanded nostrils, said, +-- "But if he is dead" -- + +"If he is dead, I shall die too." + +"If he has forgotten you" -- + +"Mercedes!" called a joyous voice from without, -- +"Mercedes!" + +"Ah," exclaimed the young girl, blushing with delight, and +fairly leaping in excess of love, "you see he has not +forgotten me, for here he is!" And rushing towards the door, +she opened it, saying, "Here, Edmond, here I am!" + +Fernand, pale and trembling, drew back, like a traveller at +the sight of a serpent, and fell into a chair beside him. +Edmond and Mercedes were clasped in each other's arms. The +burning Marseilles sun, which shot into the room through the +open door, covered them with a flood of light. At first they +saw nothing around them. Their intense happiness isolated +them from all the rest of the world, and they only spoke in +broken words, which are the tokens of a joy so extreme that +they seem rather the expression of sorrow. Suddenly Edmond +saw the gloomy, pale, and threatening countenance of +Fernand, as it was defined in the shadow. By a movement for +which he could scarcely account to himself, the young +Catalan placed his hand on the knife at his belt. + +"Ah, your pardon," said Dantes, frowning in his turn; "I did +not perceive that there were three of us." Then, turning to +Mercedes, he inquired, "Who is this 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 Dantes, and without relinquishing Mercedes hand +clasped in one of his own, he extended the other to the +Catalan with a cordial air. But Fernand, instead of +responding to this amiable gesture, remained mute and +trembling. Edmond then cast his eyes scrutinizingly at the +agitated and embarrassed Mercedes, and then again on the +gloomy and menacing Fernand. This look told him all, and his +anger waxed hot. + +"I did not know, when I came with such haste to you, that I +was to meet an enemy here." + +"An enemy!" cried Mercedes, with an angry look at her +cousin. "An enemy in my house, do you say, Edmond! If I +believed that, I would place my arm under yours and go with +you to Marseilles, leaving the house to return to it no +more." + +Fernand's eye darted lightning. "And should any misfortune +occur to you, dear 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 you, I would ascend the highest +point of the Cape de Morgion and cast myself headlong from +it." + +Fernand became deadly pale. "But you are deceived, Edmond," +she continued. "You have no enemy here -- there is no one +but Fernand, my brother, who will grasp your hand as a +devoted friend." + +And at these words the young girl fixed her imperious look +on the Catalan, who, as if fascinated by it, came slowly +towards Edmond, and offered him his hand. His hatred, like a +powerless though furious wave, was broken against the strong +ascendancy which Mercedes exercised over him. Scarcely, +however, had he touched Edmond's hand than he felt he had +done all he could do, and rushed hastily out of the house. + +"Oh," he exclaimed, running furiously and tearing his hair +-- "Oh, who 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 suddenly, looked around him, and +perceived Caderousse sitting at table with Danglars, under +an arbor. + +"Well", said Caderousse, "why 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 air, but did not say a word. + +"He seems besotted," said Danglars, pushing Caderousse with +his knee. "Are we mistaken, and 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 man, said, "Well, Catalan, +can't you make up your mind?" + +Fernand wiped away the perspiration steaming from his brow, +and slowly entered the arbor, whose shade seemed to restore +somewhat of calmness to his senses, and whose coolness +somewhat of refreshment to his exhausted body. + +"Good-day," said he. "You called me, didn't you?" And he +fell, rather than sat down, on 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 +Caderousse, laughing. "Why, when a man has friends, they are +not only to offer him a glass of wine, but, moreover, to +prevent his swallowing three or four pints of water +unnecessarily!" + +Fernand gave a groan, which resembled a sob, and dropped his +head into his hands, his elbows leaning on the table. + +"Well, Fernand, I must say," said Caderousse, beginning the +conversation, with that brutality of the common people in +which curiosity destroys all diplomacy, "you look uncommonly +like a rejected lover;" and he burst into a hoarse laugh. + +"Bah!" said Danglars, "a lad of his make was not born to be +unhappy in love. You are laughing at him, Caderousse." + +"No," he replied, "only hark how he sighs! Come, come, +Fernand," said Caderousse, "hold 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 Fernand, clinching his +hands without raising his head. + +"Ah, you see, Danglars," said Caderousse, winking at his +friend, "this 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 Fernand, lifting 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 person, is she? Is she not free to love whomsoever she +will?" + +"Oh, if you take it in that sense," said Caderousse, "it 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 +said. + +"Poor fellow!" remarked Danglars, affecting to pity the +young man from the bottom of his heart. "Why, you see, he +did not expect to see Dantes return so suddenly -- he +thought he was dead, perhaps; or perchance faithless! These +things always come on us more severely when they come +suddenly." + +"Ah, ma foi, under any circumstances," said Caderousse, who +drank as he spoke, and 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 he, Danglars?" + +"No, you are right -- and I should say that would bring him +ill-luck." + +"Well, never mind," answered Caderousse, pouring out a glass +of wine for Fernand, and filling his own for the eighth or +ninth time, while 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 man, on 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 Caderousse, "as surely as Dantes +will be captain of the Pharaon -- eh, Danglars?" + +Danglars shuddered at this unexpected attack, and turned to +Caderousse, whose countenance he scrutinized, to 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 he, filling the glasses, "let 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 wall, in the direction of the Catalans? Look, +Fernand, your 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 side, and hand in hand. Heaven +forgive me, they do not know that we can see them, and they +are actually embracing!" + +Danglars did not lose one pang that Fernand endured. + +"Do you know them, Fernand?" he said. + +"Yes," was the reply, in a low voice. "It is Edmond and +Mercedes!" + +"Ah, see there, now!" said Caderousse; "and I did not +recognize them! Hallo, Dantes! hello, lovely damsel! Come +this way, and let us know when the wedding is to be, for +Fernand here is so obstinate he will not tell us." + +"Hold your tongue, will you?" said Danglars, pretending to +restrain Caderousse, who, with the tenacity of drunkards, +leaned out of the arbor. "Try to stand upright, and let the +lovers make love without interruption. See, look at Fernand, +and follow his example; he is well-behaved!" + +Fernand, probably excited beyond bearing, pricked by +Danglars, as the bull is by the bandilleros, was about to +rush out; for he had risen from his seat, and seemed to be +collecting himself to dash headlong upon his rival, when +Mercedes, smiling and graceful, lifted up her lovely head, +and looked at them with her clear and bright eyes. At this +Fernand recollected her threat of dying if Edmond died, and +dropped again heavily on his seat. Danglars looked at the +two men, one after the other, the 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 wrath, and 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 Spaniards, Sicilians, and +Calabrians, and the other has fists big enough to crush an +ox at one blow. Unquestionably, Edmond's star is in the +ascendant, and he will marry the splendid girl -- he will be +captain, too, and laugh at us all, unless" -- a sinister +smile passed over Danglars' lips -- "unless I take a hand in +the affair," he added. + +"Hallo!" continued Caderousse, half-rising, and with his +fist on the table, "hallo, Edmond! do you not see your +friends, or are you too proud to speak to them?" + +"No, my dear fellow!" replied Dantes, "I 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 gravely, and said -- "That is not my +name, and in my country it bodes ill fortune, they say, to +call a young girl by the name of her betrothed before he +becomes her husband. So call me Mercedes, if you please." + +"We must excuse our worthy neighbor, Caderousse," said +Dantes, "he is so easily mistaken." + +"So, then, the wedding is to take place immediately, M. +Dantes," said Danglars, bowing 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, +too, is invited!" + +"My wife's brother is my brother," said Edmond; "and we, +Mercedes and I, should be very sorry if he were absent at +such a time." + +Fernand opened his mouth to reply, but his voice died on his +lips, and 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 Edmond, smiling, "I 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 +luck." + +"Your pardon," replied Danglars, "I 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?" + +"Yes." + +"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 Danglars, and then in a low +tone, he added, "To 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 Edmond, who was walking away, +"A pleasant journey," he cried. + +"Thank you," said Edmond with a friendly nod, and the two +lovers continued on their way, as calm and joyous as if they +were the very elect of heaven. + + + +Chapter 4 +Conspiracy. + +Danglars followed Edmond and Mercedes with his eyes until +the two lovers disappeared behind one of the angles of Fort +Saint Nicolas, then turning round, he perceived Fernand, who +had fallen, pale and trembling, into his chair, while +Caderousse stammered out the words of a drinking-song. + +"Well, my dear sir," said Danglars to Fernand, "here 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." + +"What?" + +"I would stab the man, but the woman told me that if any +misfortune happened to her betrothed, she would kill +herself." + +"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 +not, what matter, provided Dantes is not captain?" + +"Before Mercedes should die," replied Fernand, with the +accents of unshaken resolution, "I would die myself!" + +"That's what I call love!" said Caderousse with a voice more +tipsy than ever. "That's love, or I don't know what love +is." + +"Come," said Danglars, "you appear to me a good sort of +fellow, and hang me, I should like to help you, but" -- + +"Yes," said Caderousse, "but how?" + +"My dear fellow," replied Danglars, "you 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 Pamphile, more wine!" and Caderousse +rattled his glass upon the table. + +"You were saving, sir" -- said Fernand, awaiting 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 Danglars, who is a wide-awake, clever, deep 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 would, indeed, be a pity he should. +Dantes is a good fellow; I like Dantes. Dantes, your +health." + +Fernand rose impatiently. "Let him run on," said Danglars, +restraining the young man; "drunk as he is, he is not much +out in what he says. Absence severs as well as death, and if +the walls of a prison were between Edmond and Mercedes they +would be as effectually separated as if he lay under a +tombstone." + +"Yes; but one gets out of prison," said Caderousse, who, +with what sense was left him, listened eagerly to the +conversation, "and 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; +Dantes, your health!" and he swallowed another glass of +wine. + +Danglars saw in the muddled look of the tailor the progress +of his intoxication, and turning towards Fernand, said, +"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 Fernand, seizing 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 Fernand, restraining him, "stay! 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." + +Caderousse, who had let his head drop on the table, now +raised it, and looking at Fernand with his dull and fishy +eyes, he said, -- "Kill Dantes! who talks of killing Dantes? +I won't have him killed -- I won't! He's my friend, and this +morning offered to share his money with me, as 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 Caderousse, emptying +his glass, "here'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 Spaniards, that the Spaniards ruminate, while the +French invent." + +"Do you invent, then," said Fernand impatiently. + +"Waiter," said Danglars, "pen, 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 Caderousse, letting his hand drop on +the paper, "there is here wherewithal to kill a man more +sure than if we waited at the corner of a wood to +assassinate him! I have always had more dread of a pen, a +bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper, than of a sword or +pistol." + +"The fellow is not so drunk as he appears to be," said +Danglars. "Give him some more wine, Fernand." Fernand filled +Caderousse's glass, who, like the confirmed toper he was, +lifted his hand from the paper and seized the glass. + +The Catalan watched him until Caderousse, almost overcome by +this fresh assault on his senses, rested, or rather dropped, +his glass upon the table. + +"Well!" resumed the Catalan, as 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 take, as I now do, this pen, dip +it into this ink, and write with the left hand (that the +writing may not be recognized) the denunciation we propose." +And Danglars, uniting practice with theory, wrote with his +left hand, and in a writing reversed from his usual style, +and totally unlike it, the following lines, which he handed +to Fernand, and 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-sense, for in no way can it revert to yourself, and +the matter will thus work its own way; there is nothing to +do now but fold the letter as I am doing, and 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 Caderousse, who, by +a last effort of intellect, had followed the reading of the +letter, and instinctively comprehended all the misery which +such a denunciation must entail. "Yes, and that's all +settled; only it will be an infamous shame;" and he +stretched out his hand to reach the letter. + +"Yes," said Danglars, taking it from beyond his reach; "and +as what I say and do is merely in jest, and I, amongst the +first and foremost, should be sorry if anything happened to +Dantes -- the worthy Dantes -- look here!" And taking the +letter, he squeezed it up in his hands and threw it into a +corner of the arbor. + +"All right!" said Caderousse. "Dantes is my friend, and I +won't have him ill-used." + +"And who thinks of using him ill? Certainly neither I nor +Fernand," said Danglars, rising and looking at the young +man, who still remained seated, but whose eye was fixed on +the denunciatory sheet of paper flung into the corner. + +"In this case," replied Caderousse, "let's have some more +wine. I wish to drink to the health of Edmond and the lovely +Mercedes." + +"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 Caderousse, rising with all the offended dignity +of a drunken man, "I 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 Danglars, "I'll take your bet; but to-morrow -- +to-day it is time to return. Give me your arm, and let us +go." + +"Very well, let us go," said Caderousse; "but I don't want +your arm at all. Come, Fernand, won'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 +moment, to take him off towards Marseilles by the Porte +Saint-Victor, staggering as he went. + +When they had advanced about twenty yards, Danglars looked +back and saw Fernand stoop, pick up the crumpled paper, and +putting it into his pocket then rush out of the arbor +towards Pillon. + +"Well," said Caderousse, "why, 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 Caderousse, "I should have said not -- how +treacherous wine is!" + +"Come, come," said Danglars to himself, "now the thing is at +work and it will effect its purpose unassisted." + + + +Chapter 5 +The Marriage-Feast. + +The morning's sun rose clear and resplendent, touching the +foamy waves into a network of ruby-tinted light. + +The feast had been made ready on the second floor at La +Reserve, with whose arbor the reader is already familiar. +The apartment destined for the purpose was spacious and +lighted by a number of windows, over 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'clock, an hour previous to that time the balcony was +filled with impatient and expectant guests, consisting of +the favored part of the crew of the Pharaon, and other +personal friends of the bride-groom, the whole of whom had +arrayed themselves in their choicest costumes, in 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. + +Danglars, however, who now made his appearance, accompanied +by Caderousse, effectually confirmed the report, stating +that he had recently conversed with M. Morrel, who had +himself assured him of his intention to dine at La Reserve. + +In fact, a moment later M. Morrel appeared and was saluted +with an enthusiastic burst of applause from the crew of the +Pharaon, who 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 +vessel, the 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. Morrel, Danglars 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 sensation, and 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 them, composed of the betrothed +pair, a party of young girls in attendance on the bride, by +whose side walked Dantes' father; the whole brought up by +Fernand, whose 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 +other. + +Having acquitted themselves of their errand, and exchanged a +hearty shake of the hand with Edmond, Danglars 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 buttons, beautifully cut and polished. +His thin but wiry legs were arrayed in a pair of richly +embroidered clocked stockings, evidently of English +manufacture, while from his three-cornered hat depended a +long streaming knot of white and blue ribbons. Thus he came +along, supporting himself on a curiously carved stick, his +aged countenance lit up with happiness, looking for all the +world like one of the aged dandies of 1796, parading the +newly opened gardens of the Tuileries and Luxembourg. Beside +him glided Caderousse, whose desire to partake of the good +things provided for the wedding-party had induced him to +become reconciled to the Dantes, father and son, although +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 lover, he cast on +him a look of deep meaning, while Fernand, as he slowly +paced behind the happy pair, who seemed, in their own +unmixed content, to have entirely forgotten that such a +being as himself existed, was pale and abstracted; +occasionally, however, a deep flush would overspread his +countenance, and a nervous contraction distort his features, +while, with an agitated and restless gaze, he would glance +in the direction of Marseilles, like one who either +anticipated or foresaw some great and important event. + +Dantes himself was simply, but becomingly, clad in the dress +peculiar to the merchant service -- a costume somewhat +between a military and a civil garb; and with his fine +countenance, radiant with joy and happiness, a more perfect +specimen of manly beauty could scarcely be imagined. + +Lovely as the Greek girls of Cyprus or Chios, Mercedes +boasted the same bright flashing eyes of jet, and ripe, +round, coral lips. She moved with the light, free step of an +Arlesienne or an Andalusian. One more practiced in the arts +of great cities would have hid her blushes beneath a veil, +or, at least, have cast down her thickly fringed lashes, so +as to have concealed the liquid lustre of her animated eyes; +but, on the contrary, the delighted girl looked around her +with a smile that seemed to say: "If you are my friends, +rejoice with me, for I am very happy." + +As soon as the bridal party came in sight of La Reserve, M. +Morrel descended and came forth to meet it, followed by the +soldiers and sailors there assembled, to whom he had +repeated the promise already given, that Dantes should be +the successor to the late Captain Leclere. Edmond, at the +approach of his patron, respectfully placed the arm of his +affianced bride within that of M. Morrel, who, forthwith +conducting her up the flight of wooden steps leading to the +chamber in which the feast was prepared, was gayly followed +by the guests, beneath whose heavy tread the slight +structure creaked and groaned for the space of several +minutes. + +"Father," said Mercedes, stopping when she had reached the +centre of the table, "sit, 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 +him, for his lips became ghastly pale, and even beneath the +dark hue of his complexion the blood might be seen +retreating as though some sudden pang drove it back to the +heart. + +During this time, Dantes, at the opposite side of the table, +had been occupied in similarly placing his most honored +guests. M. Morrel was seated at his right hand, Danglars at +his left; while, at a sign from Edmond, the rest of the +company ranged themselves as they found it most agreeable. + +Then they began to pass around the dusky, piquant, Arlesian +sausages, and lobsters in their dazzling red cuirasses, +prawns of large size and brilliant color, the echinus with +its prickly outside and dainty morsel within, the clovis, +esteemed by the epicures of the South as more than rivalling +the exquisite flavor of the oyster, -- all the delicacies, +in fact, that are cast up by the wash of waters on the sandy +beach, and styled by the grateful fishermen "fruits of the +sea." + +"A pretty silence truly!" said the old father of the +bride-groom, as he carried to his lips a glass of wine of +the hue and brightness of the topaz, and which had just been +placed before Mercedes herself. "Now, would anybody think +that this room contained a happy, merry party, who desire +nothing better than to laugh and dance the hours away?" + +"Ah," sighed Caderousse, "a man cannot always feel happy +because he is about to be married." + +"The truth is," replied Dantes, "that 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 Fernand, whose 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 childhood, where fierce, fiery dragons +defend the entrance and approach; and monsters of all shapes +and kinds, requiring 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 Caderousse, smiling, "you 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 blushed, while Fernand, restless and uneasy, +seemed to start at every fresh sound, and 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 watch, "in an hour and a half she will be." + +A general exclamation of surprise ran round the table, with +the exception of the elder Dantes, whose laugh displayed the +still perfect beauty of his large white teeth. Mercedes +looked pleased and gratified, while Fernand grasped the +handle of his knife with a convulsive clutch. + +"In an hour?" inquired Danglars, turning pale. "How is that, +my friend?" + +"Why, thus it is," replied Dantes. "Thanks to the influence +of M. Morrel, to whom, next to my father, I owe every +blessing I enjoy, every 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. Now, as a quarter-past one +has already struck, I do not consider I have asserted too +much in saying, that, in another hour and thirty minutes +Mercedes will have become Madame Dantes." + +Fernand closed his eyes, a burning sensation passed across +his brow, and he was compelled to support himself by the +table to prevent his falling from his chair; but in spite of +all his efforts, he could not refrain from uttering a deep +groan, which, however, was lost amid the noisy felicitations +of the company. + +"Upon my word," cried the old man, "you 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 Danglars, in a timid tone, "how did you manage +about the other formalities -- the contract -- the +settlement?" + +"The contract," answered Dantes, laughingly, "it 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 go, and the same to return, with one day +to discharge the commission intrusted to me, is all the time +I shall be absent. I shall be back here by the first of +March, and on the second I give my real marriage feast." + +This prospect of fresh festivity redoubled the hilarity of +the guests to such a degree, that the elder Dantes, who, at +the commencement of the repast, had commented upon the +silence that prevailed, now found it difficult, amid the +general din of voices, to obtain a moment's tranquillity in +which to drink to the health and prosperity of the bride and +bride-groom. + +Dantes, perceiving 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 +Edmond. + +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 unceremoniously, and sought out more agreeable +companions. Everybody talked at once, without 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 himself, he seemed to be enduring +the tortures of the damned; unable to rest, he was among the +first to quit the table, and, as though seeking to avoid the +hilarious mirth that rose in such deafening sounds, he +continued, in utter silence, to pace the farther end of the +salon. + +Caderousse approached him just as Danglars, whom Fernand +seemed most anxious to avoid, had joined him in a corner of +the room. + +"Upon my word," said Caderousse, from whose mind the +friendly treatment of Dantes, united with the effect of the +excellent wine he had partaken of, had effaced every feeling +of envy or jealousy at Dantes' good fortune, -- "upon my +word, Dantes is a downright good fellow, and 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 feelings, even so far as to become one of his +rival's attendants, I knew there was no further cause for +apprehension." Caderousse looked full at Fernand -- he was +ghastly pale. + +"Certainly," continued Danglars, "the 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 sweet, silvery voice of +Mercedes; "two o'clock has just struck, and you know we are +expected in a quarter of an hour." + +"To be sure! -- to be sure!" cried Dantes, eagerly quitting +the table; "let us go directly!" + +His words were re-echoed by the whole party, with vociferous +cheers. + +At this moment Danglars, who had been incessantly observing +every change in Fernand's look and manner, saw him stagger +and fall back, with an almost convulsive spasm, against a +seat placed near one of the open windows. At the same +instant his ear caught a sort of indistinct sound on the +stairs, followed by the measured tread of soldiery, with the +clanking of swords and military accoutrements; then came a +hum and buzz as of many voices, so as to deaden even the +noisy mirth of the bridal party, among whom a vague feeling +of curiosity and apprehension quelled every disposition to +talk, and 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 +consternation. + +"I demand admittance," said a loud voice outside the room, +"in the name of the law!" As no attempt was made to prevent +it, the door was opened, and a magistrate, wearing his +official scarf, presented himself, followed 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. Morrel, addressing the magistrate, whom he +evidently knew; "there is doubtless some mistake easily +explained." + +"If it be so," replied the magistrate, "rely 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 +who, spite of the agitation he could not but feel, advanced +with dignity, and said, in a firm voice, "I am he; what is +your pleasure with me?" + +"Edmond Dantes," replied the magistrate, "I arrest you in +the name of the law!" + +"Me!" repeated Edmond, slightly changing color, "and +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 law, and perfectly well knew that it would be as +unavailing to seek pity from a magistrate decked with his +official scarf, as to address a petition to some cold marble +effigy. Old Dantes, however, sprang 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 +moving, that even the officer was touched, and, although +firm in his duty, he kindly said, "My 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 +freight." + +"What is the meaning of all this?" inquired Caderousse, +frowningly, of Danglars, who had assumed an air of utter +surprise. + +"How can I tell you?" replied he; "I am, like yourself, +utterly bewildered at all that is going on, and cannot in +the least make out what it is about." Caderousse then looked +around for Fernand, but 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 he, in a hoarse and choking voice, to +Danglars, "this, 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 Danglars, "I 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 Caderousse, "you 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; "gone, as every prudent +man ought to be, to look after his own affairs, most likely. +Never mind where he is, let you and I go and see what is to +be done for our poor friends." + +During this conversation, Dantes, after having exchanged a +cheerful shake of the hand with all his sympathizing +friends, had surrendered himself to the officer sent to +arrest him, merely saying, "Make 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 Danglars, who had now approached +the group, "nothing more than a mistake, I feel quite +certain." + +Dantes descended the staircase, preceded by the magistrate, +and followed by the soldiers. A carriage awaited him at the +door; he got in, followed by two soldiers and the +magistrate, and the vehicle drove off towards Marseilles. + +"Adieu, adieu, dearest Edmond!" cried Mercedes, stretching +out her arms to him from the balcony. + +The prisoner heard the cry, which sounded like the sob of a +broken heart, and 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 +Nicholas. + +"Wait for me here, all of you!" cried M. Morrel; "I will +take the first conveyance I find, and hurry to Marseilles, +whence I will bring you word how all is going on." + +"That's right!" exclaimed a multitude of voices, "go, 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 apart, each absorbed in grief; but at length the two +poor victims of the same blow raised their eyes, and with a +simultaneous burst of feeling rushed into each other's arms. + +Meanwhile Fernand made his appearance, poured out for +himself a glass of water with a trembling hand; then hastily +swallowing it, went to sit down at the first vacant place, +and this was, by mere chance, placed next to the seat on +which poor Mercedes had fallen half fainting, when 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 Caderousse, who had never taken his eyes off +Fernand, to 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 Danglars, "one 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 party, turning +towards him, "of this event?" + +"Why," replied he, "I 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 coffee, and +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 absence, and discovered poor Dantes' +hidden treasures." + +Mercedes, however, paid no heed to this explanation of her +lover's arrest. Her grief, which she had hitherto tried to +restrain, now burst out in a violent fit of hysterical +sobbing. + +"Come, come," said the old man, "be comforted, my poor +child; there is still hope!" + +"Hope!" repeated Danglars. + +"Hope!" faintly murmured Fernand, but the word seemed to die +away on his pale agitated lips, and 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 doubt, now, we shall hear that our friend is +released!" + +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. Morrel, with a mournful shake +of his head, "the thing has assumed a more serious aspect +than I expected." + +"Oh, indeed -- indeed, sir, he is innocent!" sobbed forth +Mercedes. + +"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 Caderousse, "you 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 Danglars, grasping him by +the arm, "or 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 selfishness, Caderousse readily +perceived the solidity of this mode of reasoning; he gazed, +doubtfully, wistfully, on Danglars, and then caution +supplanted generosity. + +"Suppose we wait a while, and see what comes of it," said +he, casting a bewildered look on his companion. + +"To be sure!" answered Danglars. "Let us wait, by all means. +If he be innocent, of course he will be set at liberty; if +guilty, why, it is no use involving ourselves in a +conspiracy." + +"Let us go, then. I cannot stay here any longer." + +"With all my heart!" replied Danglars, pleased 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 departure, Fernand, who had now again become the +friend and protector of Mercedes, led 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. Morrel, as, on his return to the port +for the purpose of gleaning fresh tidings of Dantes, from M. +de Villefort, the assistant procureur, he overtook his +supercargo and Caderousse. "Could you have believed such a +thing possible?" + +"Why, you know I told you," replied Danglars, "that 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 +myself?" + +"Certainly not!" returned Danglars. Then added in a low +whisper, "You 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 +also." + +"The hypocrite!" murmured Danglars. + +"Poor Dantes!" said Caderousse. "No one can deny his being a +noble-hearted young fellow." + +"But meanwhile," continued M. Morrel, "here is the Pharaon +without a captain." + +"Oh," replied Danglars, "since 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 services, that +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 +business." + +"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 +ambitions, and that's rather against him." + +"Well, well," returned M. Morrel, "we shall see. But now +hasten on board, I will join you there ere long." So saying, +the worthy shipowner quitted the two allies, and proceeded +in the direction of the Palais de Justice. + +"You see," said Danglars, addressing Caderousse, "the 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 Caderousse, "that 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 +conspiracy?" + +"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 Caderousse, "I 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 Caderousse, waving his hand in token of +adieu to Danglars, and bending his steps towards the Allees +de Meillan, moving his head to and fro, and muttering as he +went, after the manner of one whose mind was overcharged +with one absorbing idea. + +"So far, then," said Danglars, mentally, "all 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 saying, he leaped into a boat, +desiring to be rowed on board the Pharaon, where 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 fountain, a second +marriage feast was being celebrated, almost at the same hour +with the nuptial repast given by Dantes. In this case, +however, although the occasion of the entertainment was +similar, the company was strikingly dissimilar. Instead of a +rude mixture of sailors, soldiers, and those belonging to +the humblest grade of life, the 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 +families, brought up to hate and execrate the man whom five +years of exile would convert into a martyr, and fifteen of +restoration elevate to the rank of a god. + +The guests were still at table, and the heated and energetic +conversation that prevailed betrayed the violent and +vindictive passions that then agitated each dweller of the +South, where unhappily, for five centuries religious strife +had long given increased bitterness to the violence of party +feeling. + +The emperor, now king of the petty Island of Elba, after +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 Napoleons" of a hundred and twenty millions of human +beings, uttered in ten different languages, -- was looked +upon here as a ruined man, separated 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 Leipsic, while the women commented on the divorce of +Josephine. It was not over the downfall of the man, but over +the defeat of the Napoleonic idea, that they rejoiced, and +in this they foresaw for themselves the bright and cheering +prospect of a revivified political existence. + +An old man, decorated with the cross of Saint Louis, now +rose and proposed the health of King Louis XVIII. It was the +Marquis de Saint-Meran. This toast, recalling at once the +patient exile of Hartwell and the peace-loving King of +France, excited universal enthusiasm; glasses were elevated +in the air a l'Anglais, and the ladies, snatching their +bouquets from their fair bosoms, strewed the table with +their floral treasures. In a word, an almost poetical fervor +prevailed. + +"Ah," said the Marquise de Saint-Meran, a woman with a +stern, forbidding eye, though still noble and distinguished +in appearance, despite her fifty years -- "ah, these +revolutionists, who have driven us from those very +possessions they afterwards purchased for a mere trifle +during the Reign of Terror, would be compelled to own, were +they here, that all true devotion was on our side, since we +were content to follow the fortunes of a falling monarch, +while they, on the contrary, made their fortune by +worshipping the rising sun; yes, yes, they could not help +admitting that the king, for whom we sacrificed rank, +wealth, and station was truly our `Louis the well-beloved,' +while their wretched usurper his been, and ever will be, to +them their evil genius, their `Napoleon the accursed.' Am I +not right, Villefort?" + +"I beg your pardon, madame. I really must pray you to excuse +me, but -- in truth -- I was not attending to the +conversation." + +"Marquise, marquise!" interposed the old nobleman who had +proposed the toast, "let 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 hair, and 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 marquise, with a look of +tenderness that seemed out of keeping with her harsh dry +features; but, however all other feelings may be withered in +a woman's nature, there is always one bright smiling spot in +the desert of her heart, and that is the shrine of maternal +love. "I forgive you. What I was saying, Villefort, was, +that the Bonapartists had not our sincerity, enthusiasm, or +devotion." + +"They had, however, what supplied the place of those fine +qualities," replied the young man, "and 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 +equality." + +"He!" cried the marquise: "Napoleon the type of equality! +For mercy's sake, then, what would you call Robespierre? +Come, come, do not strip the latter of his just rights to +bestow them on the Corsican, who, to my mind, has 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 Villefort, smiling, "I 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 he, "that 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 marquise, without 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 +senator." + +"Dear mother," interposed Renee, "you know very well it was +agreed that all these disagreeable reminiscences should +forever be laid aside." + +"Suffer me, also, madame," replied Villefort, "to 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! Come, now, I have hopes of obtaining what I have been +for years endeavoring to persuade the marquise to promise; +namely, a 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 is, that +Villefort will be firm and inflexible for the future in his +political principles. Remember, also, Villefort, that we +have pledged ourselves to his majesty for your fealty and +strict loyalty, and that at our recommendation the king +consented to forget the past, as I do" (and here she +extended to him her hand) -- "as I now do at your entreaty. +But bear in mind, that should there fall in your way any one +guilty of conspiring against the government, you will be so +much the more bound to visit the offence with rigorous +punishment, as it is known you belong to a suspected +family." + +"Alas, madame," returned Villefort, "my 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 Salvieux, one +of M. de Saint-Meran's oldest friends, and chamberlain to +the Comte d'Artois, "that 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 +him?" + +"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 Villefort, "there are the treaties of +1814, and we cannot molest Napoleon without breaking those +compacts." + +"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 marquise, "it 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. Tbe 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 Villefort, "the 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 Salvieux, and the cherished friend +of Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran, "do 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 man, "inasmuch 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 Renee, becoming 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 Renee, becoming +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 word, you killed him +ere the executioner had laid his hand upon him." + +"Oh, as for parricides, and such dreadful people as that," +interposed Renee, "it 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 +intrigues" -- + +"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; "but, M. +de Villefort, you have promised me -- have you not? -- +always to show mercy to those I plead for." + +"Make yourself quite easy on that point," answered +Villefort, with one of his sweetest smiles; "you and I will +always consult upon our verdicts." + +"My love," said the marquise, "attend 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 Renee, "I 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 Villefort, as he gazed with +unutterable tenderness on the lovely speaker. + +"Let us hope, my child," cried the marquis, "that 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 Villefort, with a mournful smile, "I 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 speech, Villefort looked +carefully around to mark the effect of his oratory, much as +he would have done had he been addressing the bench in open +court. + +"Do you know, my dear Villefort," cried the Comte de +Salvieux, "that 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 +it.'" + +"Is it possible the king could have condescended so far as +to express himself so favorably of me?" asked the enraptured +Villefort. + +"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 +daughter." + +"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. Now, then, were a conspirator to fall into your hands, +he would be most welcome." + +"For my part, dear mother." interposed Renee, "I 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 +contented." + +"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 moment, and as though the utterance of Villefort's +wish had sufficed to effect its accomplishment, a servant +entered the room, and whispered a few words in his ear. +Villefort immediately rose from table and quitted the room +upon the plea of urgent business; he soon, however, +returned, his whole face beaming with delight. Renee +regarded him with fond affection; and certainly his handsome +features, lit up as they then were with more than usual fire +and animation, seemed formed to excite the innocent +admiration with which she gazed on her graceful and +intelligent lover. + +"You were wishing just now," said Villefort, addressing 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 +betrothal." + +"And wherefore were you called away just now?" asked +Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran, with an air of deep interest. + +"For a very serious matter, which bids fair to make work for +the executioner." + +"How dreadful!" exclaimed Renee, turning 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 Renee, "this 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 +marquise. + +"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 +it, if the letter is found, he will not be likely to be +trusted abroad again, unless 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 marquise, "do 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 Renee, clasping her hands, and looking +towards her lover with piteous earnestness, "be merciful on +this the day of our betrothal." + +The young man passed round to the side of the table where +the fair pleader sat, and leaning over her chair said +tenderly, -- + +"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 +shuddered. + +"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 +Villefort, who, while imprinting a son-in-law's respectful +salute on it, looked at Renee, as much as to say, "I must +try and fancy 'tis your dear hand I kiss, as it should have +been." + +"These are mournful auspices to accompany a betrothal," +sighed poor Renee. + +"Upon my word, child!" exclaimed the angry marquise, "your +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 betrothed, which seemed to say, "Fear not, for +your dear sake my justice shall be tempered with mercy," and +receiving a sweet and approving smile in return, Villefort +quitted the room. + + + +Chapter 7 +The Examination. + +No sooner had Villefort left the salon, than he assumed the +grave air of a man who holds the balance of life and death +in his hands. Now, in spite of the mobility of his +countenance, the command of which, like a finished actor, he +had carefully studied before the glass, it 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 +adopted, and which might interfere, unless he acted with the +greatest prudence, with his own career, Gerard de Villefort +was as happy as a man could be. Already rich, he held a high +official situation, though only twenty-seven. He was about +to marry a young and charming woman, whom he loved, not +passionately, but reasonably, as became a deputy attorney of +the king; and besides her personal attractions, which were +very great, Mademoiselle de Saint-Meran's family possessed +considerable political influence, which they would, of +course, exert in his favor. The dowry of his wife amounted +to fifty thousand crowns, and he had, besides, the 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 police, who was waiting +for him. The sight of this officer recalled Villefort from +the third heaven to earth; he composed his face, as we have +before described, and said, "I 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 +conspiracy." + +"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 +Marseilles." + +"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 moment, and as Villefort had arrived at the corner +of the Rue des Conseils, a man, who seemed to have been +waiting for him, approached; it was M. Morrel. + +"Ah, M. de Villefort," cried he, "I 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 Villefort, "and I am now +going to examine him." + +"Oh," said Morrel, carried away by his friendship, "you 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 +him." + +Villefort, as we have seen, belonged to the aristocratic +party at Marseilles, Morrel to the plebeian; the first was a +royalist, the other suspected of Bonapartism. Villefort +looked disdainfully at Morrel, and 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 words, as if he wished +to apply them to the owner himself, while his eyes seemed to +plunge into the heart of one who, interceding for another, +had himself need of indulgence. Morrel reddened, for his own +conscience was not quite clear on politics; besides, what +Dantes had told him of his interview with the grand-marshal, +and what the emperor had said to him, embarrassed him. He +replied, however, -- + +"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 he, "is 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 house, which +adjoined the Palais de Justice, he entered, after having, +coldly saluted the shipowner, who stood, as if petrified, on +the spot where Villefort had left him. The ante-chamber was +full of police agents and gendarmes, in the midst of whom, +carefully watched, but calm and smiling, stood the prisoner. +Villefort traversed the ante-chamber, cast a side glance at +Dantes, and taking a packet which a gendarme offered him, +disappeared, saying, "Bring in the prisoner." + +Rapid as had been Villefort's glance, it had served to give +him an idea of the man he was about to interrogate. He had +recognized intelligence in the high forehead, courage in the +dark eye and bent brow, and 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 impulses, that he applied the maxim to the impression, +forgetting the difference between the two words. He stifled, +therefore, the feelings of compassion that were rising, +composed his features, and sat down, grim and sombre, at his +desk. An instant after Dantes entered. He was pale, but calm +and collected, and saluting his judge with easy politeness, +looked round for a seat, as 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, +who, while seeming to read the thoughts of others, betrays +nothing of his own. + +"Who and what are you?" demanded Villefort, turning over a +pile of papers, containing information relative to the +prisoner, that a police agent had given to him on his entry, +and that, already, in an hour's time, had swelled to +voluminous proportions, thanks 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 Pharaon, belonging 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 man, his voice slightly tremulous, so 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 +Mercedes. + +"You were at the festival of your marriage?" said the +deputy, shuddering in spite of himself. + +"Yes, monsieur; I am on the point of marrying a young girl I +have been attached to for three years." Villefort, impassive +as he was, was struck with this coincidence; and the +tremulous voice of Dantes, surprised in the midst of his +happiness, struck a sympathetic chord in his own bosom -- he +also was on the point of being married, and 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 questions, the antithesis by +which orators often create a reputation for eloquence. When +this speech was arranged, Villefort turned to Dantes. + +"Go on, sir," said he. + +"What would you have me say?" + +"Give all the information in your power." + +"Tell me on which point you desire information, and I will +tell all I know; only," added he, with a smile, "I warn you +I know very little." + +"Have you served under the usurper?" + +"I was about to be mustered into the Royal Marines when he +fell." + +"It is reported your political opinions are extreme," said +Villefort, who had never heard anything of the kind, but was +not sorry to make this inquiry, as if it were an accusation. + +"My political opinions!" replied Dantes. "Alas, sir, I never +had any opinions. I am hardly nineteen; I know nothing; I +have no part to play. If I obtain the situation I desire, I +shall owe it to M. Morrel. Thus all my opinions -- I will +not say public, but private -- are confined to these three +sentiment, -- I love my father, I respect M. Morrel, and I +adore Mercedes. This, sir, is all I can tell you, and you +see how uninteresting it is." As Dantes spoke, Villefort +gazed at his ingenuous and open countenance, and recollected +the words of Renee, who, without knowing who the culprit +was, had besought his indulgence for him. With the deputy's +knowledge of crime and criminals, every word the young man +uttered convinced him more and more of his innocence. This +lad, for he was scarcely a man, -- simple, natural, eloquent +with that eloquence of the heart never found when sought +for; full of affection for everybody, because he was happy, +and because happiness renders even the wicked good -- +extended his affection even to his judge, spite of +Villefort's severe look and stern accent. Dantes seemed full +of kindness. + +"Pardieu," said Villefort, "he 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 idea, Villefort's face became so joyous, that when he +turned to Dantes, the latter, who had watched the change on +his physiognomy, was smiling also. + +"Sir," said Villefort, "have you any enemies, at least, that +you know." + +"I have enemies?" replied Dantes; "my position is not +sufficiently elevated for that. As for my disposition, that +is, perhaps, somewhat too hasty; but I have striven to +repress it. I have had ten or twelve sailors under me, and +if you question them, they will tell you that they love and +respect me, not as a father, for I am too young, but as an +elder brother." + +"But you may have excited jealousy. You are about to become +captain at nineteen -- an elevated post; you are about to +marry a pretty girl, who loves you; and 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 spoke, Villefort drew the letter from +his pocket, and 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 he, looking gratefully at Villefort, "to +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 forth, Villefort saw how much energy lay hid +beneath this mildness. + +"Now," said the deputy, "answer 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. Then, internally, "If +Renee could see me, I hope she would be satisfied, and would +no longer call me a decapitator." + +"Well, when we quitted Naples, Captain Leclere was attacked +with a brain fever. As we had no doctor on board, and he was +so anxious to arrive at Elba, that he would not touch at any +other port, his disorder rose to such a height, that at 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 +importance.' + +"`I swear, captain,' 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 it, captain; 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 +unjust." + +"Ah," said Villefort, "this 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 +friends. + +"I am free, then, sir?" cried Dantes joyfully. + +"Yes; but first give me this letter." + +"You have it already, for it was taken from me with some +others which I see in that packet." + +"Stop a moment," said the deputy, as Dantes took his hat and +gloves. "To whom is it addressed?" + +"To Monsieur Noirtier, Rue Coq-Heron, Paris." Had a +thunderbolt fallen into the room, Villefort could not have +been more stupefied. He sank into his seat, and hastily +turning over the packet, drew forth the fatal letter, at +which he glanced with an expression of terror. + +"M. Noirtier, Rue Coq-Heron, No. 13," murmured he, growing +still paler. + +"Yes," said Dantes; "do you know him?" + +"No," replied Villefort; "a faithful servant of the king +does not know conspirators." + +"It is a conspiracy, then?" asked Dantes, who after +believing himself free, now began to feel a tenfold alarm. +"I have, however, already told you, sir, I was 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 +it." + +"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 more, his white lips and +clinched teeth filled Dantes with apprehension. After +reading the letter, Villefort covered his face with his +hands. + +"Oh," said Dantes timidly, "what is the matter?" Villefort +made no answer, but raised his head at the expiration of a +few seconds, and again perused the letter. + +"And you say that you are ignorant of the contents of this +letter?" + +"I give you my word of honor, sir," said Dantes; "but what +is the matter? You are ill -- shall I ring for assistance? +-- shall I call?" + +"No," said Villefort, rising hastily; "stay where you are. +It is for me to give orders here, and not you." + +"Monsieur," replied Dantes proudly, "it was only to summon +assistance for you." + +"I want none; it was a temporary indisposition. Attend to +yourself; answer me." Dantes waited, expecting a question, +but in vain. Villefort fell back on his chair, passed his +hand over his brow, moist with perspiration, and, for the +third time, read the letter. + +"Oh, if he knows the contents of this!" murmured he, "and +that Noirtier is the father of Villefort, I am lost!" And he +fixed his eyes upon Edmond as if he would have penetrated +his thoughts. + +"Oh, it is impossible to doubt it," cried he, suddenly. + +"In heaven's name!" cried the unhappy young man, "if you +doubt me, question me; I will answer you." Villefort made a +violent effort, and in a tone he strove to render firm, -- + +"Sir," said he, "I am no longer able, as I had hoped, to +restore you immediately to liberty; before doing so, I must +consult the trial justice; what my own feeling is you +already know." + +"Oh, monsieur," cried Dantes, "you have been rather a friend +than a judge." + +"Well, I must detain you some time longer, but I will strive +to make it as short as possible. The principal charge +against you is this letter, and you see" -- Villefort +approached the fire, cast it in, and waited until it was +entirely consumed. + +"You see, I destroy it?" + +"Oh," exclaimed Dantes, "you are goodness itself." + +"Listen," continued Villefort; "you can now have confidence +in me after what I have done." + +"Oh, command, and I will obey." + +"Listen; this is not a command, but advice I give you." + +"Speak, and I will follow your advice." + +"I shall detain you until this evening in the Palais de +Justice. Should any one else interrogate you, say to him +what you have said to me, but do not breathe a word of this +letter." + +"I promise." It was Villefort who seemed to entreat, and the +prisoner who reassured him. + +"You see," continued he, glancing toward the grate, where +fragments of burnt paper fluttered in the flames, "the +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 ear, to 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 he, "if 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 face, a smile played round +his set mouth, and his haggard eyes were fixed in thought. + +"This will do," said he, "and 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 gone, the deputy procureur hastened to the +house of his betrothed. + + + +Chapter 8 +The Chateau D'If. + +The commissary of police, as he traversed the ante-chamber, +made a sign to two gendarmes, who placed themselves one on +Dantes' right and the other on his left. A door that +communicated with the Palais de Justice was opened, and they +went through a long range of gloomy corridors, whose +appearance might have made even the boldest shudder. The +Palais de Justice communicated with the prison, -- a sombre +edifice, that 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 thrice, every blow seeming to +Dantes as if struck on his heart. The door opened, the two +gendarmes gently pushed him forward, and the door closed +with a loud sound behind him. The air he inhaled was no +longer pure, but thick and mephitic, -- he was in prison. He +was conducted to a tolerably neat chamber, but grated and +barred, and its appearance, therefore, did not greatly alarm +him; besides, the words of Villefort, who seemed to interest +himself so much, resounded still in his ears like a promise +of freedom. It was four o'clock when Dantes was placed in +this chamber. It was, as we have said, the 1st of March, and +the prisoner was soon buried in darkness. The obscurity +augmented the acuteness of his hearing; at the slightest +sound he rose and hastened to the door, convinced they were +about to liberate him, but the sound died away, and Dantes +sank again into his seat. At last, about ten o'clock, and +just as Dantes began to despair, steps were heard in the +corridor, a key turned in the lock, the bolts creaked, the +massy oaken door flew open, and 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 first, but 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 +calmly, and placed himself in the centre of the escort. A +carriage waited at the door, the 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 +forward, and having neither the power nor the intention to +resist, he mounted the steps, and was in an instant seated +inside between two gendarmes; the two others took their +places opposite, and the carriage rolled heavily over the +stones. + +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 grating, however, Dantes saw +they were passing through the Rue Caisserie, and by the Rue +Saint-Laurent and the Rue Taramis, to the port. Soon he saw +the lights of La Consigne. + +The carriage stopped, the officer descended, approached the +guardhouse, a dozen soldiers came out and formed themselves +in order; Dantes saw the reflection of their muskets by the +light of the lamps on the quay. + +"Can all this force be summoned on my account?" thought he. + +The officer opened the door, which was locked, and, without +speaking a word, answered Dantes' question; for he saw +between the ranks of the soldiers a passage formed from the +carriage to the port. The two gendarmes who were opposite to +him descended first, then he was ordered to alight and the +gendarmes on each side of him followed his example. They +advanced towards a boat, which a custom-house officer held +by a chain, near the quay. + +The soldiers looked at Dantes with an air of stupid +curiosity. In an instant he was placed in the stern-sheets +of the boat, between the gendarmes, while the 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 boat, the chain that closes the +mouth of the port was lowered and in a second they were, as +Dantes knew, in the Frioul and outside the inner harbor. + +The prisoner's first feeling was of joy at again breathing +the pure air -- for air is freedom; but he soon sighed, for +he passed before La Reserve, where he had that morning been +so happy, and now through the open windows came the laughter +and revelry of a ball. Dantes folded his hands, raised his +eyes to heaven, and prayed fervently. + +The boat continued her voyage. They had passed the Tete de +Morte, were now off the Anse du Pharo, and about to double +the battery. This manoeuvre was 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 discipline, knew that nothing would be more +absurd than to question subordinates, who 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, +perhaps, they were going to leave him on some distant point. +He was not bound, nor had they made any attempt to handcuff +him; this seemed a good augury. Besides, had not the deputy, +who had been so kind to him, told him that provided he did +not pronounce the dreaded name of Noirtier, he had nothing +to apprehend? Had not Villefort in his presence destroyed +the fatal letter, the only proof against him? + +He waited silently, striving to pierce through the darkness. + +They had left the Ile Ratonneau, where the lighthouse stood, +on the right, and were now opposite the Point des Catalans. +It seemed to the prisoner that he could distinguish a +feminine form on the beach, for 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 silent, his eyes fixed upon the light; the boat +went on, but 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 thought, they had shipped their oars and +hoisted sail; the boat was now moving with the wind. + +In spite of his repugnance to address the guards, Dantes +turned to the nearest gendarme, and taking his hand, -- + +"Comrade," said he, "I adjure you, as a Christian and a +soldier, to tell me 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 companion, who +returned for answer a sign that said, "I see no great harm +in telling him now," and the gendarme replied, -- + +"You are a native of Marseilles, and a sailor, and yet you +do not know where 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 forward, when +he saw rise within a hundred yards of him the black and +frowning rock on which stands the Chateau d'If. This gloomy +fortress, which has for more than three hundred years +furnished food for so many wild legends, seemed to Dantes +like a scaffold to a malefactor. + +"The Chateau d'If?" cried he, "what are we going there for?" +The gendarme 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 +d'If?" + +"There are only," said the gendarme, "a 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 he, "that I am taken to the Chateau +d'If to be imprisoned there?" + +"It is probable; but there is no occasion to squeeze so +hard." + +"Without any inquiry, without any formality?" + +"All the formalities have been gone through; the inquiry is +already made." + +"And so, in spite of M. de Villefort's promises?" + +"I do not know what M. de Villefort promised you," said the +gendarme, "but I know we are taking you to the Chateau d'If. +But what are you doing? Help, comrades, help!" + +By a rapid movement, which the gendarme's practiced eye had +perceived, Dantes 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 +rage. + +"Good!" said the gendarme, placing his knee on his chest; +"believe soft-spoken gentlemen again! Harkye, my friend, I +have disobeyed my first order, but I will not disobey the +second; and if you move, I will blow your brains out." And +he levelled his carbine at Dantes, who felt the muzzle +against his temple. + +For a moment the idea of struggling crossed his mind, and of +so ending the unexpected evil that had overtaken him. But he +bethought him of M. de Villefort's promise; and, besides, +death in a boat from the hand of a gendarme seemed too +terrible. He remained motionless, but gnashing his teeth and +wringing his hands with fury. + +At this moment the boat came to a landing with a violent +shock. One of the sailors leaped on shore, a cord creaked as +it ran through a pulley, and Dantes guessed they were at the +end of the voyage, and that they were mooring the boat. + +His guards, taking him by the arms and coat-collar, forced +him to rise, and dragged him towards the steps that lead to +the gate of the fortress, while 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 door, and that the door closed +behind him; but all this indistinctly as through a mist. He +did not even see the ocean, that terrible barrier against +freedom, which the prisoners look upon with utter despair. + +They halted for a minute, during which he strove to collect +his thoughts. He looked around; he was in a court surrounded +by high walls; he heard the measured tread of sentinels, and +as they passed before the light he saw the barrels of their +muskets shine. + +They waited upwards of ten minutes. Certain Dantes could not +escape, the 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 gendarmes, thrusting Dantes forward. + +The prisoner followed his guide, who led him into a room +almost under ground, whose bare and reeking walls seemed as +though impregnated with tears; a lamp placed on a stool +illumined the apartment faintly, and showed Dantes the +features of his conductor, an under-jailer, ill-clothed, and +of sullen appearance. + +"Here is your chamber for to-night," said he. "It is late, +and the governor is asleep. To-morrow, perhaps, he may +change you. In the meantime there is bread, water, and fresh +straw; and that is all a prisoner can wish for. Goodnight." +And before Dantes could open his mouth -- before he had +noticed where the jailer placed his bread or the water -- +before he had glanced towards the corner where the straw +was, the jailer disappeared, taking with him the lamp and +closing the door, leaving 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 returned, with orders to +leave Dantes where he was. He found the prisoner in the same +position, as if fixed there, his eyes swollen with weeping. +He had passed the night standing, and 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 eyes, and 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 bitterly, and asking himself what crime he had +committed that he was thus punished. + +The day passed thus; he scarcely tasted food, but walked +round and round the cell like a wild beast in its cage. One +thought in particular tormented him: namely, that during his +journey hither he had sat so still, whereas he might, a +dozen times, have plunged into the sea, and, thanks to his +powers of swimming, for which he was famous, have gained the +shore, concealed himself until the arrival of a Genoese or +Spanish vessel, escaped to Spain or Italy, where Mercedes +and his father could have joined him. He had no fears as to +how he should live -- good seamen are welcome everywhere. He +spoke Italian like a Tuscan, and Spanish like a Castilian; +he would have been free, and happy with Mercedes and his +father, whereas he was now confined in the Chateau d'If, +that impregnable fortress, ignorant of the future destiny of +his father and Mercedes; and all this because he had trusted +to Villefort's promise. The thought was maddening, and +Dantes threw himself furiously down on his straw. The next +morning at the same hour, the jailer came again. + +"Well," said the jailer, "are you more reasonable to-day?" +Dantes made no reply. + +"Come, cheer up; is there anything that I can do for you?" + +"I wish to see the governor." + +"I have already told you it was impossible." + +"Why so?" + +"Because it is against prison rules, and prisoners must not +even ask for it." + +"What is allowed, then?" + +"Better fare, if you pay for it, books, and leave to walk +about." + +"I do not want books, I am satisfied with my food, and do +not care to walk 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 Edmond, "if you do not, I shall die of +hunger -- that is all." + +The jailer saw by his tone he would be happy to die; and as +every prisoner is worth ten sous a day to his jailer, he +replied in a more subdued tone. + +"What you ask is impossible; but if you are very well +behaved you will be allowed to walk about, and some day you +will meet the governor, and if he chooses to reply, that is +his affair." + +"But," asked Dantes, "how long shall I have to wait?" + +"Ah, a month -- six months -- a year." + +"It is too long a time. I wish to see him at once." + +"Ah," said the jailer, "do not always brood over what is +impossible, or you 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 abbe, I am not mad; +perhaps I shall be, but at present, unfortunately, I am not. +I will make you another offer." + +"What is that?" + +"I do not offer you a million, because I have it not; but I +will give you a 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 Dantes, "mark 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 jailer, retreating and putting himself +on the defensive; "you are certainly going mad. The abbe +began like you, and in three days you will be like him, mad +enough to tie up; but, fortunately, there are dungeons +here." Dantes whirled the stool round his head. + +"All right, all right," said the jailer; "all right, since +you will have it so. I will send word to the governor." + +"Very well," returned Dantes, dropping the stool and sitting +on it as if he were in reality mad. The jailer went out, and +returned in an instant with a corporal and four soldiers. + +"By the governor's orders," said he, "conduct the prisoner +to the tier beneath." + +"To the dungeon, then," said the corporal. + +"Yes; we must put the madman with the madmen." The soldiers +seized Dantes, who followed passively. + +He descended fifteen steps, and the door of a dungeon was +opened, and he was thrust in. The door closed, and 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 had, as we have said, hastened back to Madame de +Saint-Meran's in the Place du Grand Cours, and on entering +the house found that the guests whom he had left at table +were taking coffee in the salon. Renee was, with all the +rest of the company, anxiously awaiting him, and 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 +another. + +"Has the Corsican ogre broken loose?" cried a third. + +"Marquise," said Villefort, approaching his future +mother-in-law, "I request your pardon for thus leaving you. +Will the marquis honor me by a few moments' private +conversation?" + +"Ah, it is really a serious matter, then?" asked the +marquis, remarking the cloud on Villefort's brow. + +"So serious that I must take leave of you for a few days; +so," added he, turning to Renee, "judge for yourself if it +be not important." + +"You are going to leave us?" cried Renee, unable to hide her +emotion at this unexpected announcement. + +"Alas," returned Villefort, "I must!" + +"Where, then, are you going?" asked the marquise. + +"That, madame, is an official secret; but if you have any +commissions for Paris, a friend of mine is going there +to-night, and will with pleasure undertake 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 arm, and they left the salon. + +"Well," asked he, as soon as they were by themselves, "tell +me what it is?" + +"An affair of the greatest importance, that demands my +immediate presence in 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 +all." + +"But how can I sell out here?" + +"You have it broker, have you not?" + +"Yes." + +"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 marquis, "let us lose no +time, then!" + +And, sitting down, he wrote a letter to his broker, ordering +him to sell out at the market price. + +"Now, then," said Villefort, placing the letter in his +pocketbook, "I must have another!" + +"To whom?" + +"To the king." + +"To the king?" + +"Yes." + +"I dare not write to his majesty." + +"I do not ask you to write to his majesty, but ask M. de +Salvieux to do so. I 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 +him." + +"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 +regret." + +"You will find them both here, and can make your farewells +in person." + +"A thousand thanks -- and now for the letter." + +The marquis rang, a servant entered. + +"Say to the Comte de Salvieux that I would like to see him." + +"Now, then, go," said the marquis. + +"I shall be gone only a few moments." + +Villefort hastily quitted the apartment, but reflecting that +the sight of the deputy procureur running through the +streets would be enough to throw the whole city into +confusion, he resumed his ordinary pace. At his door he +perceived a figure in the shadow that seemed to wait for +him. It was Mercedes, who, hearing no news of her lover, had +come unobserved to inquire after him. + +As Villefort drew near, she advanced and stood before him. +Dantes had spoken of Mercedes, and Villefort instantly +recognized her. Her beauty and high bearing surprised him, +and when she inquired what had become of her lover, it +seemed to him that she was the judge, and he the accused. + +"The young man you speak of," said Villefort abruptly, "is a +great criminal. and I can do nothing for him, mademoiselle." +Mercedes burst into tears, and, as Villefort strove to pass +her, again 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 +Villefort. + +And desirous of putting an end to the interview, he pushed +by her, and closed the door, as if to exclude the pain he +felt. But remorse is not thus banished; like Virgil's +wounded hero, he carried the arrow in his wound, and, +arrived at the salon, Villefort uttered a sigh that was +almost a sob, and sank into a chair. + +Then the first pangs of an unending torture seized upon his +heart. The man he sacrificed to his ambition, that innocent +victim immolated on the altar of his father's faults, +appeared to him pale and threatening, leading his affianced +bride by the hand, and bringing with him remorse, not such +as the ancients figured, furious and terrible, but 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 criminals, and owing to his irresistible eloquence they +had been condemned, and yet the slightest shadow of remorse +had never clouded Villefort's brow, because they were +guilty; at least, he believed so; but here was an innocent +man whose happiness he had destroyed: in this case he was +not the judge, but the executioner. + +As he thus reflected, he felt the sensation we have +described, and which had hitherto been unknown to him, arise +in his bosom, and 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 healed, but +Villefort's was one of those that never close, or if they +do, only close to reopen more agonizing than ever. If at +this moment the sweet voice of Renee had sounded in his ears +pleading for mercy, or the fair Mercedes had entered and +said, "In the name of God, I conjure you to restore me my +affianced husband," his cold and trembling hands would have +signed his release; but no voice broke the stillness of the +chamber, and the door was opened only by Villefort's valet, +who came to tell him that the travelling carriage was in +readiness. + +Villefort rose, or rather sprang, from his chair, hastily +opened one of the drawers of his desk, emptied all the gold +it contained into his pocket, stood motionless an instant, +his hand pressed to his head, muttered a few inarticulate +sounds, and then, perceiving that his servant had placed his +cloak on his shoulders, he sprang into the carriage, +ordering the postilions to drive to M. de Saint-Meran's. The +hapless Dantes was doomed. + +As the marquis had promised, Villefort found the marquise +and Renee in waiting. He started when he saw Renee, for he +fancied she was again about to plead for Dantes. Alas, her +emotions were wholly personal: she was thinking only of +Villefort's departure. + +She loved Villefort, and he left her at the moment he was +about to become her husband. Villefort knew not when he +should return, and Renee, far 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 +Catalans, and had despairingly cast herself on her couch. +Fernand, kneeling by her side, took her hand, and covered it +with kisses that Mercedes did not even feel. She passed the +night thus. The lamp went out for want of oil, but she paid +no heed to the darkness, and dawn came, but 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 she, at length, turning towards +Fernand. + +"I have not quitted you since yesterday," returned Fernand +sorrowfully. + +M. Morrel had not readily given up the fight. He had learned +that Dantes had been taken to prison, and he had gone to all +his friends, and 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 +impossible, he met with nothing but refusal, and had +returned home in despair, declaring that the matter was +serious and that nothing more could be done. + +Caderousse was equally restless and uneasy, but instead of +seeking, like M. Morrel, to aid Dantes, he had shut himself +up with two bottles of black currant brandy, in the hope of +drowning reflection. But he did not succeed, and became too +intoxicated to fetch any more drink, and yet not so +intoxicated as to forget what had happened. With his elbows +on the table he sat between the two empty bottles, while +spectres danced in the light of the unsnuffed candle -- +spectres such as Hoffmann strews over his punch-drenched +pages, like black, fantastic dust. + +Danglars alone was content and joyous -- he had got rid of +an enemy and made his own situation on the Pharaon secure. +Danglars was one of those men born with a pen behind the +ear, and an inkstand in place of a heart. Everything with +him was multiplication or subtraction. The life of a man was +to him of far less value than a numeral, especially when, by +taking it away, he could increase the sum total of his own +desires. He went to bed at his usual hour, and slept in +peace. + +Villefort, after having received M. de Salvieux' letter, +embraced Renee, kissed the marquise's hand, and shaken that +of the marquis, started for Paris along 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 Paris, travelling -- +thanks to trebled fees -- with all speed, and passing +through two or three apartments, enter at the Tuileries the +little room with the arched window, so well known as having +been the favorite closet of Napoleon and Louis XVIII., and +now of Louis Philippe. + +There, seated before a walnut table he had brought with him +from Hartwell, and to which, from one of those fancies not +uncommon to great people, he was particularly attached, the +king, Louis XVIII., was carelessly listening to a man of +fifty or fifty-two years of age, with gray hair, +aristocratic bearing, and exceedingly gentlemanly attire, +and meanwhile making a marginal note in a volume of +Gryphius's rather inaccurate, but much sought-after, edition +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 +feared." + +"Then of what other scourge are you afraid, my dear Blacas?" + +"Sire, I have every reason to believe that a storm is +brewing in the south." + +"Well, my dear duke," replied Louis XVIII., "I think you are +wrongly informed, and know positively that, on the contrary, +it is very fine weather in that direction." Man of ability +as he was, Louis XVIII. liked a pleasant jest. + +"Sire," continued M. de Blacas, "if it only be to reassure a +faithful servant, will your majesty send into Languedoc, +Provence, and Dauphine, trusty men, who will bring you back +a faithful report as to the feeling in these three +provinces?" + +"Caninus surdis," replied the king, continuing the +annotations in his Horace. + +"Sire," replied the courtier, laughing, in order that he +might seem to comprehend the quotation, "your 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 king, "you with your alarms +prevent me from working." + +"And you, sire, prevent me from sleeping with your +security." + +"Wait, my dear sir, wait a moment; for I have such a +delightful note on the Pastor quum traheret -- wait, and I +will listen to you afterwards." + +There was a brief pause, during which Louis XVIII. wrote, in +a hand as small as possible, another note on the margin of +his Horace, and then looking at the duke with the air of a +man who thinks he has an idea of his own, while he is only +commenting upon the idea of another, said, -- + +"Go on, my dear duke, go on -- I listen." + +"Sire," said Blacas, who had for a moment the hope of +sacrificing Villefort to his own profit, "I am compelled to +tell you that these are not mere rumors 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 +annotating. + +"Does your majesty wish me to drop the subject?" + +"By no means, my dear duke; but just stretch out your hand." + +"Which?" + +"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. Dandre, announced by the +chamberlain-in-waiting, entered. + +"Come in," said Louis XVIII., with repressed smile, "come +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 hands, and +said, -- + +"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 duke, "all 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., who, employed in writing a note, did not +even raise his head. "Bonaparte," continued the baron, "is +mortally wearied, and passes whole days in watching his +miners at work at Porto-Longone." + +"And scratches himself for amusement," added the king. + +"Scratches himself?" inquired the duke, "what 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 +police, "we are almost assured that, in a very short time, +the usurper will be insane." + +"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. Villefort, who did not choose to +reveal the whole secret, lest another should reap all the +benefit of the disclosure, had 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 duke, looking at +the king and Dandre, who spoke alternately, like 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 minister, with the +gravest air in the world: "Napoleon lately had a review, and +as two or three of his old veterans expressed a desire to +return to France, he gave them their dismissal, and exhorted +them to `serve the good king.' These were his own words, of +that I am certain." + +"Well, Blacas, what think you of this?" inquired the king +triumphantly, and 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 minister, "we 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 +predictions." + +"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 +minutes." + +"And I, sire," said M. de Blacas, "will go and find my +messenger." + +"Wait, sir, wait," said Louis XVIII. "Really, M. de Blacas, +I must change your armorial bearings; I will give you an +eagle with outstretched wings, holding in its claws a prey +which tries in vain to escape, and bearing this device -- +Tenax." + +"Sire, I listen," said De Blacas, biting his nails with +impatience. + +"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? Well, then, +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 king, "is 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 +king, betraying 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 +father." + +"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 alone, and turning +his eyes on his half-opened Horace, muttered, -- + +"Justum et tenacem propositi virum." + +M. de Blacas returned as speedily as he had departed, but in +the ante-chamber he was forced to appeal to the king's +authority. Villefort's dusty garb, his costume, which was +not of courtly cut, excited the susceptibility of M. de +Breze, who was all astonishment at finding that this young +man had the audacity to enter before the king in such +attire. The duke, however, overcame all difficulties with a +word -- his majesty's order; and, in spite of the +protestations which the master of ceremonies made for the +honor of his office and principles, Villefort was +introduced. + +The king was seated in the same place where the duke had +left him. On opening the door, Villefort found himself +facing him, and the young magistrate's first impulse was to +pause. + +"Come in, M. de Villefort," said the king, "come in." +Villefort bowed, and advancing a few steps, waited until the +king should interrogate him. + +"M. de Villefort," said Louis XVIII., "the Duc de Blacas +assures me you have some interesting information to +communicate. + +"Sire, the duke is right, and 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 king, who +began to give way to the emotion which had showed itself in +Blacas's face and affected Villefort's voice. "Speak, sir, +and pray begin at the beginning; I like order in +everything." + +"Sire," said Villefort, "I 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 exordium, assured +Villefort of the benignity of his august auditor, and 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 king, much agitated; "and recently we +have had information that the Bonapartist clubs have had +meetings in the Rue Saint-Jacques. But proceed, I 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 +devotion." + +"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 +conspiracy." + +"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 door, pale, +trembling, and as if ready to faint. Villefort was about to +retire, but M. de Blacas, taking his hand, restrained 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 me, and M. de Villefort has just confirmed?" +M. de Blacas moved suddenly towards the baron, but the +fright of the courtier pleaded for the forbearance of the +statesman; and besides, as matters were, it 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 +police, giving way to an impulse of despair, was 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 alarm, and then drew himself up as +if this sudden blow had struck him at the same moment in +heart and countenance. + +"In France!" he cried, "the 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 Blacas, "M. 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 Villefort, and then suddenly checking himself, +he was silent; then he continued, "Your pardon, sire," he +said, bowing, "my 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 +remedy." + +"Sire," said Villefort, "the 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 king, of 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 Louis, "he 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 added, with a withering smile. + +"Sire, it was impossible to learn; the despatch simply +stated the fact of the landing and the route taken by the +usurper." + +"And how did this despatch reach you?" inquired the king. +The minister bowed his head, and while a deep color +overspread his cheeks, he stammered out, -- + +"By the telegraph, sire." -- Louis XVIII. advanced a step, +and folded his arms over his chest as Napoleon would have +done. + +"So then," he exclaimed, turning pale with anger, "seven +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 minister, feeling that +the pressure of circumstances, however light a thing to +destiny, was 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 +fatality!" + +The minister quailed before this outburst of sarcasm. M. de +Blacas wiped the moisture from his brow. Villefort smiled +within himself, for he felt his increased importance. + +"To fall," continued King Louis, who at the first glance had +sounded the abyss on which the monarchy hung suspended, -- +"to fall, and learn of that fall by telegraph! Oh, I would +rather mount the scaffold of my brother, Louis XVI., than +thus descend the staircase at the Tuileries driven away by +ridicule. Ridicule, sir -- why, you know not its power in +France, and yet you ought to know it!" + +"Sire, sire," murmured the minister, "for pity's" -- + +"Approach, M. de Villefort," resumed the king, addressing +the young man, who, motionless and breathless, was listening +to a conversation on which depended the destiny of a +kingdom. "Approach, and 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 Villefort, who +bent his head in modest triumph. + +"I do not mean that for you, Blacas," continued Louis +XVIII.; "for if you have discovered nothing, at 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 insignificant, or 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 chance, and I +have profited by that chance, like a good and devoted +servant -- that's all. Do not attribute to me more than I +deserve, sire, that 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 look, and Villefort understood that he had +succeeded in his design; that is to say, that without +forfeiting the gratitude of the king, he had made a friend +of one on whom, in case of necessity, he might rely. + +"'Tis well," resumed the king. "And now, gentlemen," he +continued, turning towards M. de Blacas and the minister of +police, "I have no further occasion for you, and you may +retire; what now remains to do is in the department of the +minister of war." + +"Fortunately, sire," said M. de Blacas, "we 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. Then, suddenly pausing, he +added, "Your 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 police, "I 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 +majesty." + +"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 Quesnel, Villefort trembled. + +"Everything points to the conclusion, sire," said the +minister of police, "that 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 king, Villefort, +who looked as if his very life hung on the speaker's lips, +turned alternately red and pale. The king looked towards +him. + +"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 him, he +breathed again. + +"Continue to seek for this man, sir," said the king to the +minister of police; "for if, as I am all but convinced, +General Quesnel, who would have been so useful to us at this +moment, has been murdered, his assassins, Bonapartists or +not, shall 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 king, with 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 +persons.'" + +"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 replied, "I 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 Louis, smiling 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 +possible, and that is another sacrifice made to the royal +cause, and 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 +coat, near the cross of St. Louis, above the order of +Notre-Dame-du-Mont-Carmel and St. Lazare, and gave it to +Villefort) -- "in the meanwhile take this cross." + +"Sire," said Villefort, "your 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 said, "may 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 Villefort, bowing, "in 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. Baron, send for the minister of war. +Blacas, remain." + +"Ah, sir," said the minister of police to Villefort, as they +left the Tuileries, "you entered by luck's door -- your +fortune is made." + +"Will it be long first?" muttered Villefort, saluting the +minister, whose career was ended, and looking about him for +a hackney-coach. One passed at the moment, which he hailed; +he gave his address to the driver, and springing in, threw +himself on the seat, and gave loose to dreams of ambition. + +Ten minutes afterwards Villefort reached his hotel, ordered +horses to be ready in two hours, and 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 door, and Villefort heard some one speak his +name. + +"Who could know that I was here already?" said the young +man. The valet entered. + +"Well," said Villefort, "what 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?" + +"Yes." + +"Did he mention my name?" + +"Yes." + +"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 +eyebrows." + +"And how dressed?" asked Villefort quickly. + +"In a blue frock-coat, buttoned up close, decorated with the +Legion of Honor." + +"It is he!" said Villefort, turning pale. + +"Eh, pardieu," said the individual whose description we have +twice given, entering the door, "what a great deal of +ceremony! Is it the custom in Marseilles for sons to keep +their fathers waiting in their anterooms?" + +"Father!" cried Villefort, "then 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 chair, "allow +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 was, indeed, he who entered -- looked +after the servant until the door was closed, and then, +fearing, no doubt, that he might be overheard in the +ante-chamber, he opened the door again, nor was the +precaution useless, as appeared from the rapid retreat of +Germain, who 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 door, then that +of the bed-chamber, and 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 man, with +a very significant look, "do you know, you seem as if you +were not very glad to see me?" + +"My dear father," said Villefort, "I am, on the contrary, +delighted; but I so little expected your visit, that it has +somewhat overcome me." + +"But, my dear fellow," replied M. Noirtier, seating 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 Gerard, drawing +closer to M. Noirtier, "do not complain, for it is for you +that I came, and my journey will be your salvation." + +"Ah, indeed!" said M. Noirtier, stretching himself out at +his ease in the chair. "Really, pray 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 he, "will 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; "yes, I 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 +found" -- + +"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 Villefort, looking at his father with +astonishment, "you 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 Villefort, with 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 man, "one 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 +house." + +"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 why, then, +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 Noirtier, looking carelessly around him, "true, +if this person were not on his guard, as he is;" and he +added with a smile, "He will consequently make a few changes +in his personal appearance." At these words he rose, and put +off his frock-coat and cravat, went towards a table on which +lay his son's toilet articles, lathered his face, took a +razor, and, with a firm hand, cut off the compromising +whiskers. Villefort watched him with alarm not devoid of +admiration. + +His whiskers cut off, Noirtier gave another turn to his +hair; took, instead of his black cravat, a colored +neckerchief which lay at the top of an open portmanteau; put +on, in lieu of his blue and high-buttoned frock-coat, a coat +of Villefort's of dark brown, and cut away in front; tried +on before the glass a narrow-brimmed hat of his son's, which +appeared to fit him perfectly, and, leaving his cane in the +corner where he had deposited it, he took up a small bamboo +switch, cut the air with it once or twice, and walked about +with that easy swagger which was one of his principal +characteristics. + +"Well," he said, turning towards his wondering son, when +this disguise was completed, "well, do you think your police +will recognize me now." + +"No, father," stammered Villefort; "at least, I hope not." + +"And now, my dear boy," continued Noirtier, "I rely on your +prudence to remove all the things which I leave in your +care." + +"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?" + +"Perhaps." + +"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 smile, "one 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 finished, with the same +calmness that had characterized him during the whole of this +remarkable and trying conversation. Villefort, pale and +agitated, ran to the window, put aside the curtain, and saw +him pass, cool and collected, by two or three ill-looking +men at the corner of the street, who were there, perhaps, to +arrest a man with black whiskers, and a blue frock-coat, and +hat with broad brim. + +Villefort stood watching, breathless, until his father had +disappeared at the Rue Bussy. Then he turned to the various +articles he had left behind him, put the black cravat and +blue frock-coat at the bottom of the portmanteau, threw the +hat into a dark closet, broke the cane into small bits and +flung it in the fire, put on his travelling-cap, and calling +his valet, checked with a look the thousand questions he was +ready to ask, paid his bill, sprang into his carriage, which +was ready, learned at Lyons that Bonaparte had entered +Grenoble, and in the midst of the tumult which prevailed +along the road, at length reached Marseilles, a 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 prophet, and things progressed +rapidly, as he had predicted. Every one knows the history of +the famous return from Elba, a return which was +unprecedented in the past, and 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 foundation, and at a sign from +the emperor the incongruous structure of ancient prejudices +and new ideas fell to the ground. Villefort, therefore, +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 Honor, which he had the prudence not to wear, +although M. de Blacas had duly forwarded the brevet. + +Napoleon would, doubtless, have deprived Villefort of his +office had it not been for Noirtier, who was all powerful at +court, and 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 office, being suspected of +royalism. + +However, scarcely was the imperial power established -- that +is, scarcely 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 began, in spite of the authorities, +to rekindle the flames of civil war, always smouldering in +the south, and it required but little to excite the populace +to acts of far greater violence than the shouts and insults +with which they assailed the royalists whenever they +ventured abroad. + +Owing to this change, the worthy shipowner became at that +moment -- we will not say all powerful, because Morrel was a +prudent and rather a timid man, so much so, that 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 place, but his marriage was put off +until a more favorable opportunity. If the emperor remained +on the throne, Gerard required a different alliance to aid +his career; if Louis XVIII. returned, the influence of M. de +Saint-Meran, like his own, could be vastly increased, and +the marriage be still more suitable. The deputy-procureur +was, therefore, the first magistrate of Marseilles, when one +morning his door opened, and M. Morrel was announced. + +Any one else would have hastened to receive him; but +Villefort was a man of ability, and he knew this would be a +sign of weakness. He made Morrel wait in the ante-chamber, +although he had no one with him, for the simple reason that +the king's procureur always makes every one wait, and after +passing a quarter of an hour in reading the papers, he +ordered M. Morrel to be admitted. + +Morrel expected Villefort would be dejected; he found him as +he had found him six weeks before, calm, firm, and full of +that glacial politeness, that 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 +contrary, he felt a cold shudder all over him when he saw +Villefort sitting there with his elbow on his desk, and his +head leaning on his hand. He stopped at the door; Villefort +gazed at him as if he had some difficulty in recognizing +him; then, after a brief interval, during which the honest +shipowner turned his hat in his hands, -- + +"M. Morrel, I believe?" said Villefort. + +"Yes, sir." + +"Come nearer," said the magistrate, with a patronizing wave +of the hand, "and 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 Morrel, recovering his assurance as he +proceeded, "do 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 he, "Edmond Dantes." + +"Yes, monsieur." Villefort opened a large register, then +went to a table, from the table turned to his registers, and +then, turning to Morrel, -- + +"Are you quite sure you are not mistaken, monsieur?" said +he, in the most natural tone in the world. + +Had Morrel been a more quick-sighted man, or better versed +in these matters, he would have been surprised at the king's +procureur answering him on such a subject, instead of +referring him to the governors of the prison or the prefect +of the department. But Morrel, disappointed in his +expectations of exciting fear, was conscious only of the +other's condescension. Villefort had calculated rightly. + +"No," said Morrel; "I am not mistaken. I have known him for +ten years, the last four of which he was in my service. Do +not you recollect, I came about six weeks ago to plead for +clemency, as I come to-day to plead for justice. You +received me very coldly. Oh, the royalists were very severe +with the Bonapartists in those days." + +"Monsieur," returned Villefort, "I 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 +thus, and I augur well for Edmond from it." + +"Wait a moment," said Villefort, turning over the leaves of +a register; "I have it -- a sailor, who was about to marry a +young Catalan girl. I recollect now; it was a very serious +charge." + +"How so?" + +"You know that when he left here he was taken to the Palais +de Justice." + +"Well?" + +"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 +him?" + +"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 authority, and the +order for his liberation must proceed from the same source; +and, as Napoleon has scarcely been reinstated a fortnight, +the letters have not yet been forwarded." + +"But," said Morrel, "is there no way of expediting all these +formalities -- of releasing him from arrest?" + +"There has been no arrest." + +"How?" + +"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 suspicions, so much kindness would have dispelled +them. + +"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 inquiry, which, however improbable it might be, if it +did take place would leave him defenceless. + +"But how shall I address the minister?" + +"Sit down there," said Villefort, giving up his place to +Morrel, "and write what I dictate." + +"Will you be so good?" + +"Certainly. But lose no time; we have lost too much +already." + +"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 petition, in which, from an excellent +intention, no doubt, Dantes' patriotic services were +exaggerated, and 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 finished, Villefort read it aloud. + +"That will do," said he; "leave the rest to me." + +"Will the petition go soon?" + +"To-day." + +"Countersigned by you?" + +"The best thing I can do will be to certify the truth of the +contents of your petition." And, sitting down, Villefort +wrote the certificate at the bottom. + +"What more is to be done?" + +"I will do whatever is necessary." This assurance delighted +Morrel, who took leave of Villefort, and hastened to +announce to old Dantes that he would soon see his son. + +As for Villefort, instead of sending to Paris, he carefully +preserved the petition that so fearfully compromised Dantes, +in the hopes of an event that seemed not unlikely, -- that +is, a second restoration. Dantes remained a prisoner, and +heard not the noise of the fall of Louis XVIII.'s throne, or +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 Waterloo, and Morrel came no more; he had done all +that was in his power, and any fresh attempt would only +compromise himself uselessly. + +Louis XVIII. remounted the throne; Villefort, to whom +Marseilles had become filled with remorseful memories, +sought and obtained the situation of king's procureur at +Toulouse, and a fortnight afterwards he married Mademoiselle +de Saint-Meran, whose father now stood higher at court than +ever. + +And so Dantes, after the Hundred Days and after Waterloo, +remained in his dungeon, forgotten of earth and heaven. +Danglars comprehended the full extent of the wretched fate +that overwhelmed Dantes; and, when Napoleon returned to +France, he, after the manner of mediocre minds, termed the +coincidence, "a decree of Providence." But when Napoleon +returned to Paris, Danglars' heart failed him, and he lived +in constant fear of Dantes' return on a mission of +vengeance. He therefore informed M. Morrel of his wish to +quit the sea, and obtained a recommendation from him to a +Spanish merchant, into whose service he entered at the end +of March, that is, ten or twelve days after Napoleon's +return. He then left for Madrid, and was no more heard of. + +Fernand understood nothing except that Dantes was absent. +What had become of him he cared not to inquire. Only, during +the respite the absence of his rival afforded him, he +reflected, partly on the means of deceiving Mercedes as to +the cause of his absence, partly on plans of emigration and +abduction, as from time to time he sat sad and motionless on +the summit of Cape Pharo, at the spot from whence Marseilles +and the Catalans are visible, watching for the apparition of +a young and handsome man, who was for him also the messenger +of vengeance. Fernand's mind was made up; he would shoot +Dantes, and then kill himself. But Fernand was mistaken; a +man of his disposition never kills himself, for he +constantly hopes. + +During this time the empire made its last conscription, and +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 +away, his rival would perhaps return and marry Mercedes. Had +Fernand really meant to kill himself, he would have done so +when he parted from Mercedes. His devotion, and the +compassion he showed for her misfortunes, produced the +effect they always produce on noble minds -- Mercedes had +always had a sincere regard for Fernand, and this was now +strengthened by gratitude. + +"My brother," said she as she placed his knapsack on his +shoulders, "be 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 barren, and 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 statue, looking towards Marseilles, at other times gazing +on the sea, and debating as to whether it were not better to +cast herself into the abyss of the ocean, and 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 was, like Fernand, +enrolled in the army, but, being married and eight years +older, he was merely sent to the frontier. Old Dantes, who +was only sustained by hope, lost all hope at Napoleon's +downfall. Five months after he had been separated from his +son, and almost at the hour of his arrest, he breathed his +last in Mercedes' arms. M. Morrel paid the expenses of his +funeral, and a few small debts the poor old man had +contracted. + +There was more than benevolence in this action; there was +courage; the south was aflame, and to assist, even on his +death-bed, the father of so dangerous a Bonapartist as +Dantes, was stigmatized as a crime. + + + +Chapter 14 +The Two Prisoners. + +A year after Louis XVIII.'s restoration, a 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 +prisoner, who 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 world, that +he looked upon himself as dead. + +The inspector visited, one after another, the cells and +dungeons of several of the prisoners, whose good behavior or +stupidity recommended them to the clemency of the +government. He inquired how they were fed, and if they had +any request to make. The universal response was, that the +fare was detestable, and 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 +dungeons." + +"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 for, and the inspector +descended a stairway, so foul, so humid, so dark, as to be +loathsome to sight, smell, and respiration. + +"Oh," cried the inspector, "who 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?" + +"Certainly." + +"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 +turnkey. + +"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 was, as this remark shows, a man full of +philanthropy, and 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 distant, and to which +you descend by another stair, an abbe, formerly leader of a +party in Italy, who has been here since 1811, and in 1813 he +went mad, and the change is astonishing. He used to weep, he +now laughs; he grew thin, he now grows fat. You had better +see him, for 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 governor, and he signed to the +turnkey to open the door. At the sound of the key turning in +the lock, and the creaking of the hinges, Dantes, who was +crouched in a corner of the dungeon, whence he could see the +ray of light that came through a narrow iron grating above, +raised his head. Seeing a stranger, escorted by two turnkeys +holding torches and accompanied by two soldiers, and to whom +the governor spoke bareheaded, Dantes, who guessed the +truth, and that the moment to address himself to the +superior authorities was come, sprang forward with clasped +hands. + +The soldiers interposed their bayonets, for they thought +that he was about to attack the inspector, and the latter +recoiled two or three steps. Dantes saw that he was looked +upon as dangerous. Then, infusing all the humility he +possessed into his eyes and voice, he addressed the +inspector, and sought to inspire him with pity. + +The inspector listened attentively; then, turning to the +governor, observed, "He 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." Then, turning to +the prisoner, "What 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 +liberty." + +"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 day, for instance, when 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 +inspector. + +"The 28th of February, 1815, at half-past two in the +afternoon." + +"To-day is the 30th of July, 1816, -- why it is but +seventeen months." + +"Only seventeen months," replied Dantes. "Oh, you do not +know what is seventeen months in prison! -- seventeen ages +rather, especially to a man who, like me, had arrived at the +summit of his ambition -- to a man, who, like me, was on the +point of marrying a woman he adored, who saw an honorable +career opened before him, and who loses all in an instant -- +who sees his prospects destroyed, and is ignorant of the +fate of his affianced wife, and whether his aged father be +still living! Seventeen months captivity to a sailor +accustomed to the boundless ocean, is a worse punishment +than human crime ever merited. Have pity on me, then, and +ask for me, not intelligence, but a trial; not pardon, but a +verdict -- a trial, sir, I ask only for a trial; that, +surely, cannot be denied to one who is accused!" + +"We shall see," said the inspector; then, turning to the +governor, "On my word, the poor devil touches me. You must +show me the proofs against him." + +"Certainly; but you will find terrible charges." + +"Monsieur," continued Dantes, "I 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 Dantes, "I 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 +Toulouse." + +"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?" + +"Entirely." + +"That is well; wait patiently, then." Dantes fell on his +knees, and 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 governor, "or +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 cell, in a circle traced with a +fragment of plaster detached from the wall, sat a man whose +tattered garments scarcely covered him. He was drawing in +this circle geometrical lines, and 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 door, and continued his +calculations until the flash of the torches lighted up with +an unwonted glare the sombre walls of his cell; then, +raising his head, he perceived with astonishment the number +of persons present. He hastily seized the coverlet of his +bed, and 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 prison, and hear the +requests of the prisoners." + +"Oh, that is different," cried the abbe; "and we shall +understand each other, I hope." + +"There, now," whispered the governor, "it is just as I told +you." + +"Monsieur," continued the prisoner, "I 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 inspector, "you have not the latest news from +Italy?" + +"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 son, I presume that he has +realized the dream of Machiavelli and Caesar Borgia, which +was to make Italy a united kingdom." + +"Monsieur," returned the inspector, "providence has changed +this gigantic plan you advocate so warmly." + +"It is the only means of rendering Italy strong, happy, and +independent." + +"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 +importance." + +"We are coming to the point," whispered the governor. + +"It is for that reason I am delighted to see you," continued +the abbe, "although 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 abbe, "I would speak to you of a large sum, +amounting to five millions." + +"The very sum you named," whispered the inspector in his +turn. + +"However," continued Faria, seeing that the inspector was +about to depart, "it is not absolutely necessary for us to +be alone; the governor can be present." + +"Unfortunately," said the governor, "I 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 governor, "I 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 abbe, "that you are like those +of Holy Writ, who having ears hear not, and having eyes see +not." + +"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 he, "and 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 tone, "had I not +been told beforehand that this man was mad, I should believe +what he says." + +"I am not mad," replied Faria, with that acuteness of +hearing peculiar to prisoners. "The treasure I speak of +really exists, and I offer to sign an agreement with you, in +which I promise to lead you to the spot where you shall dig; +and if I deceive you, bring me here again, -- I ask no +more." + +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 +leagues, and 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 Faria, "to 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 +impatiently. + +"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 abbe, casting away his +coverlet, resumed his place, and 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 +them. + +"He was wealthy once, perhaps?" said the inspector. + +"Or dreamed he was, and awoke mad." + +"After all," said the inspector, "if he had been rich, he +would not have been here." So the matter ended for the Abbe +Faria. He remained in his cell, and this visit only +increased the belief in his insanity. + +Caligula or Nero, those treasure-seekers, those desirers of +the impossible, would have accorded to the poor wretch, in +exchange for his wealth, the liberty he so earnestly prayed +for. But the kings of modern times, restrained by the limits +of mere probability, have neither courage nor desire. They +fear the ear that hears their orders, and the eye that +scrutinizes their actions. Formerly they believed themselves +sprung from Jupiter, and 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 torture, so madness is always concealed in its cell, from +whence, should it depart, it is conveyed to some gloomy +hospital, where the doctor has no thought for man or mind in +the mutilated being the jailer delivers to him. The very +madness of the Abbe Faria, gone mad in prison, condemned him +to perpetual captivity. + +The inspector kept his word with Dantes; he examined the +register, and found the following note concerning him: -- + +Edmond Dantes: + +Violent Bonapartist; took an active part in the return from +Elba. + +The greatest watchfulness and care to be exercised. + +This note was in a different hand from the rest, which +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 had, till +then, forgotten the date; but now, with a fragment of +plaster, he wrote the date, 30th July, 1816, and made a mark +every day, in order not to lose his reckoning again. Days +and weeks passed away, then months -- Dantes still waited; +he at first expected to be freed in a fortnight. This +fortnight expired, he decided that the inspector would do +nothing until his return to Paris, and that he would not +reach there until his circuit was finished, he therefore +fixed three months; three months passed away, then six more. +Finally ten months and a half had gone by and no favorable +change had taken place, and Dantes began to fancy the +inspector's visit but a dream, an 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 subordinates, and 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 cell, and 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 innocence, which justified in +some measure the governor's belief in his mental alienation; +and then, relaxing his sentiment of pride, he addressed his +supplications, not to God, but to man. God is always the +last resource. Unfortunates, who ought to begin with God, do +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 change, however disadvantageous, was still a +change, and would afford him some amusement. He entreated to +be allowed to walk about, to have fresh air, books, and +writing materials. His requests were not granted, but he +went on asking all the same. He accustomed himself to +speaking to the new jailer, although the latter was, if +possible, more taciturn than the old one; but still, to +speak to a man, even though mute, was something. Dantes +spoke for the sake of hearing his own voice; he had tried to +speak when alone, but the sound of his voice terrified him. +Often, before his captivity, Dantes, mind had revolted at +the idea of assemblages of prisoners, made up of thieves, +vagabonds, and murderers. He now wished to be amongst them, +in order to see some other face besides that of his jailer; +he sighed for the galleys, with the infamous costume, the +chain, and the brand on the shoulder. The galley-slaves +breathed the fresh air of heaven, and saw each other. They +were very happy. He besought the jailer one day to let him +have a companion, were it even the mad abbe. + +The jailer, though rough and hardened by the constant sight +of so much suffering, was 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 escape, and +refused his request. Dantes had exhausted all human +resources, and he then turned to God. + +All the pious ideas that had been so long forgotten, +returned; he recollected the prayers his mother had taught +him, and discovered a new meaning in every word; for in +prosperity prayers seem but a mere medley of words, until +misfortune comes and the unhappy sufferer first understands +the meaning of the sublime language in which he invokes the +pity of heaven! He prayed, and prayed aloud, no longer +terrified at the sound of his own voice, for he fell into a +sort of ecstasy. He laid every action of his life before the +Almighty, proposed tasks to accomplish, and 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 +prayers, Dantes remained a prisoner. + +Then gloom settled heavily upon him. Dantes was a man of +great simplicity of thought, and without education; he could +not, therefore, in the solitude of his dungeon, traverse in +mental vision the history of the ages, bring to life the +nations that had perished, and rebuild the ancient cities so +vast and stupendous in the light of the imagination, and +that pass before the eye glowing with celestial colors in +Martin's Babylonian pictures. He could not do this, he whose +past life was so short, whose present so melancholy, and his +future so doubtful. Nineteen years of light to reflect upon +in eternal darkness! No distraction could come to his aid; +his energetic spirit, that would have exalted in thus +revisiting the past, was imprisoned like an eagle in a cage. +He clung to one idea -- that of his happiness, destroyed, +without apparent cause, by an unheard-of fatality; he +considered and reconsidered this idea, devoured 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 horror, dashed himself +furiously against the walls of his prison, wreaked his anger +upon everything, and chiefly upon himself, so that the least +thing, -- a grain of sand, a straw, or a breath of air that +annoyed him, led to paroxysms of fury. Then the letter that +Villefort had showed to him recurred to his mind, and 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 man, and not the vengeance of heaven, that +had thus plunged him into the deepest misery. He consigned +his unknown persecutors to the most horrible tortures he +could imagine, and found them all insufficient, because +after torture came death, and after death, if not repose, at +least the boon of unconsciousness. + +By dint of constantly dwelling on the idea that tranquillity +was death, and if punishment were the end in view other +tortures than death must be invented, he began to reflect on +suicide. Unhappy he, who, on the brink of misfortune, broods +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 ensnared, unless the protecting +hand of God snatch him thence, all is over, and his +struggles but tend to hasten his destruction. This state of +mental anguish is, however, less 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 abyss, at the bottom of which lie darkness +and obscurity. + +Edmond found some solace in these ideas. All his sorrows, +all his sufferings, with their train of gloomy spectres, +fled from his cell when the angel of death seemed about to +enter. Dantes reviewed his past life with composure, and, +looking forward with terror to his future existence, chose +that middle line that seemed to afford him a refuge. + +"Sometimes," said he, "in 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 composed, arranged his couch to the best of his +power, ate little and slept less, and found existence almost +supportable, because he felt that he could throw it off at +pleasure, like a worn-out garment. Two methods of +self-destruction were at his disposal. He could hang himself +with his handkerchief to the window bars, or refuse food and +die of starvation. But the first was repugnant to him. +Dantes had always entertained the greatest horror of +pirates, who are hung up to the yard-arm; he would not die +by what seemed an infamous death. He resolved to adopt the +second, and 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 said, "I wish to die," and had chosen the manner of +his death, and fearful of changing his mind, he 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 out, through the +barred aperture, the provisions his jailer brought him -- at +first gayly, then with deliberation, and at last with +regret. Nothing but the recollection of his oath gave him +strength to proceed. Hunger made viands once repugnant, now +acceptable; he held the plate in his hand for an hour at a +time, and gazed thoughtfully at the morsel of bad meat, of +tainted fish, of black and mouldy bread. It was the last +yearning for life contending with the resolution of despair; +then his dungeon seemed less sombre, his 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 door, and restore +him to liberty? Then he raised to his lips the repast that, +like a voluntary Tantalus, he refused himself; but he +thought of his oath, and he would not break it. He persisted +until, at last, he 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! + +Suddenly, about nine o'clock in the evening, Edmond heard a +hollow sound in the wall against which he was lying. + +So many loathsome animals inhabited the prison, that their +noise did not, in general, awake him; but whether abstinence +had quickened his faculties, or whether the noise was really +louder than usual, Edmond raised his head and listened. It +was a continual scratching, as if made by a huge claw, a +powerful tooth, or some iron instrument attacking the +stones. + +Although weakened, the 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 him, and 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 him, and striving to diminish the distance +that separated them. + +No, no, doubtless he was deceived, and 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 falling, and all was +silent. + +Some hours afterwards it began again, nearer and more +distinct. Edmond was intensely interested. Suddenly the +jailer entered. + +For a week since he had resolved to die, and during the four +days that he had been carrying out his purpose, Edmond had +not spoken to the attendant, had not answered him when he +inquired what was the matter with him, and 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 it, and so +destroy a ray of something like hope that soothed his last +moments. + +The jailer brought him his breakfast. Dantes raised himself +up and began to talk about everything; about the bad quality +of the food, about the coldness of his dungeon, grumbling +and complaining, in order to have an excuse for speaking +louder, and wearying the patience of his jailer, who out of +kindness of heart had brought broth and white bread for his +prisoner. + +Fortunately, he fancied that Dantes was delirious; and +placing the food on the rickety table, he withdrew. Edmond +listened, and 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. Oh, if I +were only there to help him!" Suddenly another idea took +possession of his mind, so used to misfortune, that 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 +noise, and 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? +Unfortunately, Edmond'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 brought, rose, staggered towards it, raised the +vessel to his lips, and 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 devour, and returned to his couch -- he did not +wish to die. He soon felt that his ideas became again +collected -- he could think, and strengthen his thoughts by +reasoning. Then he said to himself, "I 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 again, but this time his legs did not tremble, +and his sight was clear; he went to a corner of his dungeon, +detached a stone, and with it knocked against the wall where +the sound came. He struck thrice. At the first blow the +sound ceased, as if by magic. + +Edmond listened intently; an hour passed, two hours passed, +and no sound was heard from the wall -- all was silent +there. + +Full of hope, Edmond swallowed a few mouthfuls of bread and +water, and, thanks to the vigor of his constitution, found +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 sound, walking round and round +his cell, shaking the iron bars of the loophole, restoring +vigor and agility to his limbs by exercise, and so preparing +himself for his future destiny. At intervals he listened to +learn if the noise had not begun again, and grew impatient +at the prudence of the prisoner, who did not guess he had +been disturbed by a captive as anxious for liberty as +himself. + +Three days passed -- seventy-two long tedious hours which he +counted off by minutes! + +At length one evening, as the jailer was visiting him for +the last time that night, Dantes, with his ear for the +hundredth time at the wall, fancied he heard an almost +imperceptible movement among the stones. He moved away, +walked up and down his cell to collect his thoughts, and +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 +danger, and had substituted a lever for a chisel. + +Encouraged by this discovery, Edmond determined to assist +the indefatigable laborer. He began by moving his bed, and +looked around for anything with which he could pierce the +wall, penetrate the moist cement, and displace a stone. + +He saw nothing, he had no knife or sharp instrument, the +window grating was of iron, but he had too often assured +himself of its solidity. All his furniture consisted of a +bed, a chair, a table, a pail, and a jug. The bed had iron +clamps, but they were screwed to the wood, and it would have +required a screw-driver to take them off. The table and +chair had nothing, the pail had once possessed a handle, but +that had been removed. + +Dantes had but one resource, which was to break the jug, and +with one of the sharp fragments attack the wall. He let the +jug fall on the floor, and it broke in pieces. + +Dantes concealed two or three of the sharpest fragments in +his bed, leaving 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 in, but in the darkness he could +not do much, and he soon felt that he was working against +something very hard; he pushed back his bed, and waited for +day. + +All night he heard the subterranean workman, who continued +to mine his way. Day came, the jailer entered. Dantes told +him that the jug had fallen from his hands while he was +drinking, and the jailer went grumblingly to fetch another, +without giving himself the trouble to remove the fragments +of the broken one. He returned speedily, advised the +prisoner to be more careful, and departed. + +Dantes heard joyfully the key grate in the lock; he listened +until the sound of steps died away, and then, hastily +displacing his bed, saw by the faint light that penetrated +into his cell, that he had labored uselessly the previous +evening in attacking the stone instead of removing the +plaster that surrounded it. + +The damp had rendered it friable, and Dantes was able to +break it off -- in small morsels, it is true, but 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 encountered, a passage +twenty feet long and two feet broad, might be formed. + +The prisoner reproached himself with not having thus +employed the hours he had passed in vain hopes, prayer, and +despondency. During the six years that he had been +imprisoned, what might he not have accomplished? + +In three days he had succeeded, with the utmost precaution, +in removing the cement, and exposing the stone-work. The +wall was built of rough stones, among which, to give +strength to the structure, blocks 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 nails, but they were too +weak. The fragments of the jug broke, and after an hour of +useless toil, he paused. + +Was he to be thus stopped at the beginning, and was he to +wait inactive until his fellow workman had completed his +task? Suddenly an idea occurred to him -- he smiled, and the +perspiration dried on his forehead. + +The jailer always brought Dantes' soup in an iron saucepan; +this saucepan contained soup for both prisoners, for Dantes +had noticed that it was either quite full, or half empty, +according as the turnkey gave it to him or to his companion +first. + +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' plate, and Dantes, after eating his +soup with a wooden spoon, washed the plate, which thus +served for every day. Now when evening came Dantes put his +plate on the ground near the door; the jailer, as he +entered, stepped on it and broke it. + +This time he could not blame Dantes. He was wrong to leave +it there, but the jailer was wrong not to have looked before +him. + +The jailer, therefore, only 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 taste, as it spared him the necessity of making +another trip. He left the saucepan. + +Dantes was beside himself with joy. He rapidly devoured his +food, and after waiting an hour, lest the jailer should +change his mind and return, he removed his bed, took the +handle of the saucepan, inserted the point between the hewn +stone and rough stones of the wall, and 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 wall, leaving a cavity a foot and a half in diameter. + +Dantes carefully collected the plaster, carried it into the +corner of his cell, and covered it with earth. Then, wishing +to make the best use of his time while he had the means of +labor, he continued to work without ceasing. At the dawn of +day he replaced the stone, pushed 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 +Dantes. + +"No," replied the turnkey; "you destroy everything. First +you break your jug, then you make me break your plate; if +all the prisoners followed your example, the government +would be ruined. I shall leave you the saucepan, and 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 noticed, however, that the prisoner on the +other side had ceased to labor; no matter, this was a +greater reason for proceeding -- if his neighbor would not +come to him, he would go to his neighbor. All day he toiled +on untiringly, and by the evening he had succeeded in +extracting ten handfuls of plaster and fragments of stone. +When the hour for his jailer's visit arrived, Dantes +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 it, together with the fish -- for +thrice a week the prisoners were deprived of meat. This +would have been a method of reckoning time, had not Dantes +long ceased to do so. Having poured out the soup, the +turnkey retired. Dantes wished to ascertain whether his +neighbor had really ceased to work. He listened -- all was +silent, as it had been for the last three days. Dantes +sighed; it was evident that his neighbor distrusted him. +However, he toiled on all the night without being +discouraged; but after two or three hours he encountered an +obstacle. The iron made no impression, but met with a smooth +surface; Dantes touched it, and found that it was a beam. +This beam crossed, or rather blocked up, the hole Dantes had +made; it was necessary, therefore, to dig above or under it. +The unhappy young man had not thought of this. "O my God, my +God!" murmured he, "I 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 earth, and, +deadened by the distance, sounded hollow and sepulchral in +the young man's ears. Edmond's hair stood on end, and he +rose to his knees. + +"Ah," said he, "I 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 door, a +barrier of flesh and blood adding strength to restraints of +oak and iron. + +"In the name of heaven," cried Dantes, "speak again, though +the sound of your voice terrifies me. Who are you?" + +"Who are you?" said the voice. + +"An unhappy prisoner," replied Dantes, who 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?" + +"No." + +"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." + +"All?" + +"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 Dantes, guessing 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 do, I swear to you, for I have got to the end of my +strength, that 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 again, rather +than betray you, I would allow myself to be hacked in +pieces!" + +"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. +Wait." + +"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 rose, dispersed the fragments +with the same precaution as before, and pushed his bed back +against the wall. He then gave himself up to his happiness. +He would no longer be alone. He was, perhaps, about to +regain his liberty; at the worst, he would have a companion, +and captivity that is shared is but half captivity. Plaints +made in common are almost prayers, and 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 bed, pressing 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 unknown, whom he loved already; and then +his mind was made up -- when the jailer moved his bed and +stooped to examine the opening, he would kill him with his +water jug. He would be condemned to die, but 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 +eyes, for the jailer said, "Come, 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 him, but he was mistaken. +The next morning, however, just as he removed his bed from +the wall, he heard three knocks; he threw himself on his +knees. + +"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 hands, as he knelt with his head in the +opening, suddenly gave way; he drew back smartly, while 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 passage, the depth of which it was impossible +to measure, he saw appear, first the head, then the +shoulders, and lastly the body of a man, who 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 window, in 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 stature, with hair blanched rather by +suffering and sorrow than by age. He had a deep-set, +penetrating eye, almost buried beneath the thick gray +eyebrow, and a long (and still black) beard reaching down to +his breast. His thin face, deeply furrowed by care, and the +bold outline of his strongly marked features, betokened a +man more accustomed to exercise his mental faculties than +his physical strength. Large drops of perspiration were now +standing on his brow, while the garments that hung about him +were so ragged that one could only guess at the pattern upon +which they had originally been fashioned. + +The 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 +pleasure, as 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 +welcome, although 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 he, "whether 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 opening, he stooped and +raised the stone easily in spite of its weight; then, +fitting it into its place, he said, -- + +"You removed this stone very carelessly; but I suppose you +had no tools to aid you." + +"Why," exclaimed Dantes, with astonishment, "do you possess +any?" + +"I made myself some; and with the exception of a file, I +have all that are necessary, -- a chisel, pincers, and +lever." + +"Oh, how I should like to see these products of your +industry and patience." + +"Well, in the first place, here is my chisel." So saying, he +displayed a sharp strong blade, with a handle made of +beechwood. + +"And with what did you contrive to make that?" inquired +Dantes. + +"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 Dantes, almost 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 loophole, which gradually diminished in size as it +approached the outside, to an opening through which a child +could not have passed, was, for better security, furnished +with three iron bars, so 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 question, he dragged the table beneath the window. + +"Climb up," said he to Dantes. The young man obeyed, mounted +on the table, and, divining the wishes of his companion, +placed his back securely against the wall and held out both +hands. The stranger, whom as yet Dantes knew only by the +number of his cell, sprang up with an agility by no means to +be expected in a person of his years, and, light and steady +on his feet as a cat or a lizard, climbed from the table to +the outstretched hands of Dantes, and from them to his +shoulders; then, bending double, for the ceiling of the +dungeon prevented him from holding himself erect, he managed +to slip his head between the upper bars of the window, so as +to be able to command a perfect view from top to bottom. + +An instant afterwards he hastily drew back his head, saying, +"I thought so!" and sliding from the shoulders of Dantes as +dextrously as he had ascended, he nimbly leaped from the +table to the ground. + +"What was it that you thought?" asked the young man +anxiously, in 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 gallery, where patrols are continually +passing, and 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 prisoner, "the will of God be +done!" and as the old man slowly pronounced those words, an +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 +yourself." + +"Willingly," answered the stranger; "if, indeed, you feel +any curiosity respecting one, now, alas, powerless 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 +are?" + +The stranger smiled a melancholy smile. "Then listen," said +he. "l am the Abbe Faria, and 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 son, named king of Rome even in his +cradle. I was very far then from expecting the change you +have just informed me of; namely, that four years +afterwards, this 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?" + +Dantes, whole 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 Dantes, and surveying him with the kindling +gaze of a prophet, "you are young, you will see all this +come to pass." + +"Probably, if ever I get out of prison!" + +"True," replied Faria, "we 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 +liberty." + +"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 +head. + +Dantes could not understand a man risking his life for such +matters. Napoleon certainly he knew something of, inasmuch +as he had seen and spoken with him; but of Clement VII. and +Alexander VI. he knew nothing. + +"Are you not," he asked, "the 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 Dantes, smiling. + +"Well, then," resumed Faria with a bitter smile, "let 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 head, that the other might not see how +joy at the thought of having a companion outweighed the +sympathy he felt for the failure of the abbe's plans. + +The abbe sank upon Edmond's bed. while Edmond himself +remained standing. Escape had never once occurred to him. +There are, indeed, some 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 which, if successful, would conduct you to a +precipice overhanging the sea -- to plunge into the waves +from the height of fifty, sixty, perhaps a hundred feet, at +the risk of being dashed to pieces against the rocks, should +you have been fortunate enough to have escaped the fire of +the sentinels; and even, supposing 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 scheme, resigning himself +rather to death. But the sight of an old man clinging to +life with so desperate a courage, gave a fresh turn to his +ideas, and inspired him with new courage. Another, older and +less strong than he, had attempted what he had not had +sufficient resolution to undertake, and had failed only +because of an error in calculation. This same person, with +almost incredible patience and perseverance, had contrived +to provide himself with tools requisite for so unparalleled +an attempt. Another had done all this; why, then, was it +impossible to Dantes? Faria had dug his way through fifty +feet, Dantes would dig a hundred; Faria, at the age of +fifty, had devoted three years to the task; he, who was but +half as old, would sacrifice six; Faria, a priest and +savant, had not shrunk from the idea of risking his life by +trying to swim a distance of three miles to one of the +islands -- Daume, Rattonneau, or Lemaire; should a hardy +sailer, an experienced diver, like himself, shrink from a +similar task; should he, who had so often for mere +amusement's sake plunged to the bottom of the sea to fetch +up the bright coral branch, hesitate to entertain the same +project? He could do it in an hour, and how many times had +he, for pure pastime, continued in the water for more than +twice as long! At once Dantes resolved to follow the brave +example of his energetic companion, and to remember that +what has once been done may be done again. + +After continuing some time in profound meditation, the young +man suddenly exclaimed, "I have found what you were in +search of!" + +Faria started: "Have you, indeed?" cried he, raising his +head with quick anxiety; "pray, let 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 endowed, and what use I intend making of my +strength. As for patience, I consider that I have abundantly +exercised that in beginning every morning the task of the +night before, and every night renewing the task of the day. +But then, young 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 offence, and +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 he, "that where your liberty is at +stake you can allow any such scruple to deter you from +obtaining it?" + +"Tell me," replied Faria, "what 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 man, "the 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 +formation" -- + +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 Faria, "I 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 Dantes, "you 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 man, "I 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 +myself." + +"You made paper, pens and ink?" + +"Yes." + +Dantes gazed with admiration, but he had some difficulty in +believing. Faria saw this. + +"When you pay me a visit in my cell, my young friend," said +he, "I 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 +Cabanis." + +"But for such a work you must have needed books -- had you +any?" + +"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, Shakspeare, 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 +myself." + +"Improve yourself!" repeated Dantes; "why, how 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 +require." + +Stronger grew the wonder of Dantes, who 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 beings, he added, "Then 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 +Faria, "but 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 +blood." + +"And when," asked Dantes, "may 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 abbe, as he re-entered the +subterranean passage, in which he soon disappeared, followed +by Dantes. + + + +Chapter 17 +The Abbe's Chamber. + +After having passed with tolerable ease through the +subterranean passage, which, however, did not admit of their +holding themselves erect, the two friends reached the +further end of the corridor, into 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 paved, and 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 friend, Dantes cast around +one eager and searching glance in quest of the expected +marvels, but 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 +hour. + +"Look at this ray of light which enters by my window," said +the abbe, "and 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 Dantes, who had +always imagined, from seeing the sun rise from behind the +mountains and set in the Mediterranean, that it moved, and +not the earth. A double movement of the globe he inhabited, +and of which he could feel nothing, appeared to him +perfectly impossible. Each word that fell from his +companion's lips seemed fraught with the mysteries of +science, as worthy of digging out as the gold and diamonds +in the mines of Guzerat and Golconda, which he could just +recollect having visited during a voyage made in his +earliest youth. + +"Come," said he to the abbe, "I am anxious to see your +treasures." + +The abbe smiled, and, proceeding to the disused fireplace, +raised, by the help of his chisel, a long stone, which had +doubtless been the hearth, beneath which was a cavity of +considerable depth, serving 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 linen, laid one over the other, like 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 writing, so legible that +Dantes could easily read it, as well as make out the sense +-- it being in Italian, a language he, as a Provencal, +perfectly understood. + +"There," said he, "there 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 Faria, showing to the young man a slender stick +about six inches long, and much resembling the size of the +handle of a fine painting-brush, to the end of which was +tied, by a piece of thread, one of those cartilages of which +the abbe had before spoken to Dantes; it was pointed, and +divided at the nib like an ordinary pen. Dantes examined it +with intense admiration, then looked around to see the +instrument with which it had been shaped so correctly into +form. + +"Ah, yes," said Faria; "the penknife. That's my masterpiece. +I made it, as well as this larger knife, out of an old iron +candlestick." The penknife was sharp and keen as a razor; as +for the other knife, it would serve a double purpose, and +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 Faria, "I 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 Dantes, "and 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 saying, the 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 +table, and stood with his head drooping on his breast, as +though overwhelmed by the perseverance and strength of +Faria's mind. + +"You have not seen all yet," continued Faria, "for 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 removed, rubbed his +foot well on it to make it assume the same appearance as the +other, and then, going towards his bed, he removed it from +the spot it stood in. Behind the head of the bed, and +concealed by a stone fitting in so closely as to defy all +suspicion, was a hollow space, and in this space a ladder of +cords between twenty-five and thirty feet in length. Dantes +closely and eagerly examined it; he found it firm, solid, +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 abbe, as, opening his ragged +vestments, he showed Dantes a long, sharp fish-bone, with a +small perforated eye for the thread, a small portion of +which still remained in it. "I once thought," continued +Faria, "of removing these iron bars, and letting myself down +from the window, which, as you see, is somewhat wider than +yours, although I should have enlarged it still more +preparatory to my flight; however, I discovered that I +should merely have dropped into a sort of inner court, and I +therefore renounced the project altogether as too full of +risk and danger. Nevertheless, I carefully preserved my +ladder against one of those unforeseen opportunities of +which I spoke just now, and which sudden chance frequently +brings about." While affecting to be deeply engaged in +examining the ladder, the mind of Dantes was, in fact, +busily occupied by the idea that a person so intelligent, +ingenious, and clear-sighted as the abbe might probably be +able to solve the dark mystery of his own misfortunes, where +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 +other." + +"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 +charged?" + +"I do, indeed; and this I swear by the two beings most dear +to me upon earth, -- my father and Mercedes." + +"Come," said the abbe, closing his hiding-place, and pushing +the bed back to its original situation, "let me hear your +story." + +Dantes obeyed, and commenced what he called his history, but +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 cruise, with the death of Captain +Leclere, and the receipt of a packet to be delivered by +himself to the grand marshal; his interview with that +personage, and his receiving, in place of the packet +brought, a letter addressed to a Monsieur Noirtier -- his +arrival at Marseilles, and interview with his father -- his +affection for Mercedes, and their nuptual feast -- his +arrest and subsequent examination, his temporary detention +at the Palais de Justice, and his final imprisonment in the +Chateau d'If. From this point everything was a blank to +Dantes -- he knew nothing more, not even the length of time +he had been imprisoned. His recital finished, the abbe +reflected long and earnestly. + +"There is," said he, at the end of his meditations, "a +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?" + +"Yes." + +"And about to become the husband of a young and lovely +girl?" + +"Yes." + +"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?" + +"Danglars." + +"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?" + +"Nobody." + +"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?" + +"No." + +"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?" + +"Yes." + +"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 moment, then said, "This 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 +nature, as well as a good heart, not 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 abbe, taking up what he called his +pen, and, after dipping it into the ink, he wrote on a piece +of prepared linen, with his left hand, the first two or +three words of the accusation. Dantes drew back, and 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" -- + +"What?" + +"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" -- + +"Fernand." + +"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 Dantes, "the 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" -- + +"What?" + +"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 +agitated." + +"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 Dantes, pressing 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 you, who +see so completely to the depths of things, and to whom the +greatest mystery seems but an easy riddle, to explain to me +how it was that I underwent no second examination, was never +brought to trial, and, above all, was 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 +business, you 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 ambitions, but +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 +examination?" + +"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?" + +"Yes." + +"Then you feel quite sure that it was your misfortune he +deplored?" + +"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 Dantes, "you 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 +letter?" + +"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 +address." + +"Noirtier!" repeated the abbe; "Noirtier! -- I knew a person +of that name at the court of the Queen of Etruria, -- a +Noirtier, who had been a Girondin during the Revolution! +What was your deputy called?" + +"De Villefort!" The abbe burst into a fit of laughter, while +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 +you?" + +"He did." + +"And the worthy man destroyed your compromising letter?" + +"Yes." + +"And then made you swear never to utter the name of +Noirtier?" + +"Yes." + +"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 Dantes, or hell +opened its yawning gulf before him, he could not have been +more completely transfixed with horror than he was at the +sound of these unexpected words. Starting up, he clasped his +hands around his head as though to prevent his very brain +from bursting, and exclaimed, "His 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 Dantes, and cleared up all that had been +dark and obscure before. The change that had come over +Villefort during the examination, the destruction of the +letter, the exacted promise, the almost supplicating tones +of the magistrate, who seemed rather to implore mercy than +to pronounce punishment, -- all returned with a stunning +force to his memory. He cried out, and staggered against the +wall like a drunken man, then he hurried to the opening that +led from the abbe's cell to his own, and said, "I must be +alone, to think over all this." + +When he regained his dungeon, he threw himself on his bed, +where the turnkey found him in the evening visit, sitting +with fixed gaze and contracted features, dumb and motionless +as a statue. During these hours of profound meditation, +which to him had seemed only minutes, he had formed a +fearful resolution, and bound himself to its fulfilment by a +solemn oath. + +Dantes was at length roused from his revery by the voice of +Faria, who, having also been visited by his jailer, had come +to invite his fellow-sufferer to share his supper. The +reputation of being out of his mind, though harmlessly and +even amusingly so, had procured for the abbe unusual +privileges. He was supplied with bread of a finer, whiter +quality than the usual prison fare, and 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 contracted, and now wore their usual expression, but +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 inquiries, or 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 request, I promise you never to mention +another word about escaping." The abbe smiled. "Alas, my +boy," said he, "human knowledge is confined within very +narrow limits; and when I have taught you mathematics, +physics, history, and the three or four modern languages +with which I am acquainted, you will know as much as I do +myself. Now, it 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 Dantes, "What 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 education, to 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 calculation, while his naturally +poetical feelings threw a light and pleasing veil over the +dry reality of arithmetical computation, or the rigid +severity of geometry. He already knew Italian, and 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 others, so that at +the end of six mouths he began to speak Spanish, English, +and German. In strict accordance with the promise made to +the abbe, Dantes 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 months, passed by unheeded in one rapid and instructive +course. At the end of a year Dantes was a new man. Dantes +observed, however, that Faria, in spite of the relief his +society afforded, daily grew sadder; one thought seemed +incessantly to harass and distract his mind. Sometimes he +would fall into long reveries, sigh heavily and +involuntarily, then suddenly rise, and, with folded arms, +begin pacing the confined space of his dungeon. One day he +stopped all at once, and exclaimed, "Ah, if there were no +sentinel!" + +"There shall not be one a minute longer than you please," +said Dantes, who 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 abbe, "that 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 +shudder. + +"No, no," cried the abbe; "impossible!" Dantes endeavored to +renew the subject; the abbe shook his head in token of +disapproval, and refused to make any further response. Three +months passed away. + +"Are you strong?" the abbe asked one day of Dantes. The +young man, in reply, took up the chisel, bent it into the +form of a horseshoe, and 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 abbe, "we may hope to put our design into +execution." + +"And how long shall we be in accomplishing the necessary +work?" + +"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 Edmond, blushing deeply. + +"Tut, tut!" answered the abbe, "man 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 Dantes, with 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 there, a large excavation would be +made, and 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 soldier, who, +stunned by his fall, would 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 windows, and to let themselves down from the outer +walls by means of the abbe's ladder of cords. Dantes' eyes +sparkled with joy, and he rubbed his hands with delight at +the idea of a plan so simple, yet apparently so certain to +succeed. + +That very day the miners began their labors, with 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 dungeons, and happily, never failed of being prepared +for his coming. The fresh earth excavated during their +present work, and which would have entirely blocked up the +old passage, was thrown, by degrees and with the utmost +precaution, out of the window in either Faria's or Dantes' +cell, the 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 undertaking, the only tools for which had been a +chisel, a knife, and a wooden lever; Faria still continuing +to instruct Dantes by conversing with him, sometimes in one +language, sometimes in another; at others, relating 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 world, and had, moreover, mixed in +the first society of the day; he wore an air of melancholy +dignity which Dantes, thanks to the imitative powers +bestowed on him by nature, easily acquired, as 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 +finished, and 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. + +Compelled, as they were, to await a night sufficiently dark +to favor their flight, they 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 time, and 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 Faria, who 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 dungeon, where he found him standing in the +middle of the room, pale as death, his forehead streaming +with perspiration, and his hands clinched tightly together. + +"Gracious heavens!" exclaimed Dantes, "what is the matter? +what has happened?" + +"Quick! quick!" returned the abbe, "listen to what I have to +say." Dantes looked in fear and wonder at the livid +countenance of Faria, whose eyes, already dull and sunken, +were surrounded by purple circles, while his lips were white +as those of a corpse, and his very hair seemed to stand on +end. + +"Tell me, I beseech you, what ails you?" cried Dantes, +letting his chisel fall to the floor. + +"Alas," faltered out the abbe, "all 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 hopes, Dantes did not lose his +presence of mind, but descended into the passage, dragging +his unfortunate companion with him; then, half-carrying, +half-supporting him, he managed to reach the abbe's chamber, +when he immediately laid the sufferer on his bed. + +"Thanks," said the poor abbe, shivering 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 dead, uttering neither sigh +nor groan. On the other hand, the symptoms may be much more +violent, and cause me to fall into fearful convulsions, foam +at the mouth, and cry out loudly. Take care my cries are not +heard, for if they are it is more than probable I should be +removed to another part of the prison, and we be separated +forever. When I become quite motionless, cold, and rigid as +a corpse, then, and not before, -- be careful about this, -- +force open my teeth with the knife, pour from eight to ten +drops of the liquor containted in the phial down my throat, +and I may perhaps revive." + +"Perhaps!" exclaimed Dantes in grief-stricken tones. + +"Help! help!" cried the abbe, "I -- 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 frame, his eyes started from +their sockets, his mouth was drawn on one side, his cheeks +became purple, he struggled, foamed, dashed himself about, +and uttered the most dreadful cries, which, however, Dantes +prevented from being heard by covering his head with the +blanket. The fit lasted two hours; then, more helpless than +an infant, and colder and paler than marble, more crushed +and broken than a reed trampled under foot, he fell back, +doubled up in one last convulsion, and became as rigid as a +corpse. + +Edmond waited till life seemed extinct in the body of his +friend, then, taking up the knife, he with difficulty forced +open the closely fixed jaws, carefully administered the +appointed number of drops, and 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 remedy, and, thrusting his +hands into his hair, continued gazing on the lifeless +features of his friend. At length a slight color tinged the +livid cheeks, consciousness returned to the dull, open +eyeballs, a faint sigh issued from the lips, and the +sufferer made a feeble effort to move. + +"He is saved! he is saved!" cried Dantes in a paroxysm of +delight. + +The sick man was not yet able to speak, but he pointed with +evident anxiety towards the door. Dantes listened, and +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 entrance, darted through it, carefully drawing +the stone over the opening, and hurried to his cell. He had +scarcely done so before the door opened, and the jailer saw +the prisoner seated as usual on the side of his bed. Almost +before the key had turned in the lock, and before the +departing steps of the jailer had died away in the long +corridor he had to traverse, Dantes, whose restless anxiety +concerning his friend left him no desire to touch the food +brought him, hurried back to the abbe's chamber, and raising +the stone by pressing his head against it, was soon beside +the sick man's couch. Faria had now fully regained his +consciousness, but he still lay helpless and exhausted. + +"I did not expect to see you again," said he feebly, to +Dantes. + +"And why not?" asked the young man. "Did you fancy yourself +dying?" + +"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 abbe, "I 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 Faria, and took his hands. The abbe shook his head. + +"The last attack I had," said he, "lasted 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 (if, indeed, you should have +another) will find you at liberty. We shall save you another +time, as we have done this, only with a better chance of +success, because we shall be able to command every requisite +assistance." + +"My good Edmond," answered the abbe, "be 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 time, but forever. Lift it, and judge +if I am mistaken." The young man raised the arm, which fell +back by its own weight, perfectly inanimate and helpless. A +sigh escaped him. + +"You are convinced now, Edmond, are you not?" asked the +abbe. "Depend upon it, I know what I say. Since the first +attack I experienced of this malady, I have continually +reflected on it. Indeed, I expected it, for 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 taken, was no other than the +celebrated Cabanis, and he predicted a similar end for me." + +"The physician may be mistaken!" exclaimed Dantes. "And as +for your poor arm, what difference will that make? I can +take you on my shoulders, and swim for both of us." + +"My son," said the abbe, "you, 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 head, he slowly added, "By the blood of Christ +I swear never to leave you while you live." + +Faria gazed fondly on his noble-minded, single-hearted, +high-principled young friend, and read in his countenance +ample confirmation of the sincerity of his devotion and the +loyalty of his purpose. + +"Thanks," murmured the invalid, extending one hand. "I +accept. You may one of these days reap the reward of your +disinterested devotion. But as I cannot, and you will not, +quit this place, it becomes necessary to fill up the +excavation beneath the soldier's gallery; he might, by +chance, hear the hollow sound of his footsteps, and call the +attention of his officer to the circumstance. That would +bring about a discovery which would inevitably lead to our +being separated. Go, then, and set about this work, in +which, unhappily, I can offer you no assistance; keep at it +all night, if necessary, and 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 his, and affectionately +pressed it. Faria smiled encouragingly on him, and the young +man retired to his task, in 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 captivity, he found Faria seated and looking +composed. In the ray of light which entered by the narrow +window of his cell, he held open in his left hand, of which +alone, it will be recollected, he retained the use, a sheet +of paper, which, from being constantly rolled into a small +compass, had the form of a cylinder, and was not easily kept +open. He did not speak, but 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 +Dantes, "and 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 Faria, "I 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 +you." + +The sweat started forth on Dantes brow. Until this day and +for how long a time! -- he had refrained from talking of the +treasure, which had brought upon the abbe the accusation of +madness. With his instinctive delicacy Edmond had preferred +avoiding any touch on this painful chord, and 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 +Faria, after so painful a crisis, seemed to indicate a +serious relapse into mental alienation. + +"Your treasure?" stammered Dantes. Faria smiled. + +"Yes," said he. "You have, indeed, a noble nature, Edmond, +and I see by your paleness and agitation what is passing in +your heart at this moment. No, be assured, I am not mad. +This treasure exists, Dantes, and if I have not been allowed +to possess it, you will. Yes -- you. No one would listen or +believe me, because everyone thought me mad; but you, who +must know that I am not, listen to me, and believe me so +afterwards if you will." + +"Alas," murmured Edmond to himself, "this is a terrible +relapse! There was only this blow wanting." Then he said +aloud, "My 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 said, "a 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-morrow, or +the next day after, the third attack may not come on? and +then must not all be over? Yes, indeed, I have often thought +with a bitter joy that these riches, which would make the +wealth of a dozen families, will 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 you, young and with a +promising future, -- now that I think of all that may result +to you in the good fortune of such a disclosure, I shudder +at any delay, and 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 +one." + +"To-morrow, my dear friend," said Edmond, desirous 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 Edmond, and taking the +paper, of which half was wanting, -- having been burnt, no +doubt, by 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... +heir. +"25th April, l49" + +"Well!" said Faria, when the young man had finished reading +it. + +"Why," replied Dantes, "I 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 -- +adieu." + +And Dantes, happy to escape the history and explanation +which would be sure to confirm his belief in his friend's +mental instability, glided like a snake along the narrow +passage; while Faria, restored by his alarm to a certain +amount of activity, pushed the stone into place with his +foot, and covered it with a mat in order the more +effectually to avoid discovery. + +It was the governor, who, hearing of Faria's illness from +the jailer, had come in person to see him. + +Faria sat up to receive him, avoiding 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 governor, touched with pity, might order him to be +removed to better quarters, and thus separate him from his +young companion. But fortunately this was not the case, and +the governor left him, convinced that the poor madman, for +whom in his heart he felt a kind of affection, was only +troubled with a slight indisposition. + +During this time, Edmond, seated on his bed with his head in +his hands, tried to collect his scattered thoughts. Faria, +since their first acquaintance, had been on all points so +rational and logical, so wonderfully sagacious, in fact, +that he could not understand how so much wisdom on all +points could be allied with madness. Was Faria deceived as +to his treasure, or was all the world deceived as to Faria? + +Dantes remained in his cell all day, not daring to return to +his friend, thinking thus to defer the moment when he should +be convinced, once for all, that the abbe was mad -- such a +conviction would be so terrible! + +But, towards the evening after the hour for the customary +visit had gone by, Faria, not 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 +inert, and he could no longer make use of one arm. Edmond +was obliged to assist him, for 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 munificence, but +it is in vain. Listen to me." + +Edmond saw there was no escape, and placing the old man on +his bed, he seated himself on the stool beside him. + +"You know," said the abbe, "that 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 Borgia, who +had completed his conquest, had 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 France, who was formidable +still in spite of his recent reverses; and it was necessary, +therefore, to have recourse to some profitable scheme, which +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 +Spada, conferred 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 friends, that is to say, in the first place, the +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 cupboard, of which the lock was +difficult, the person was pricked by this small point, and +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 favored, and +at the end of twenty-four hours, the bite was mortal. Caesar +proposed to his father, that they should either ask the +cardinals to open the cupboard, or shake hands with them; +but Alexander VI., replied: `Now as to the worthy cardinals, +Spada and Rospigliosi, let us ask both of them to dinner, +something tells me that we shall get that money back. +Besides, you forget, Caesar, an indigestion declares itself +immediately, while 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 +Christianity, so eminently civilizing, had made progress in +Rome, it was no longer a centurion who came from the tyrant +with a message, `Caesar wills that you die.' but it was a +legate a latere, who 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 +heritage, under presence of seeking for the papers of the +dead man. But the inheritance consisted in this only, a +scrap of paper on which Spada had written: -- `I bequeath to +my beloved nephew my coffers, my books, and, amongst others, +my breviary with the gold corners, which 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 +will.' + +"They sought even more thoroughly than the august heirs had +done, but it was fruitless. There were two palaces and a +vineyard behind the Palatine Hill; but in these days landed +property had not much value, and 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. died, poisoned, -- you know by what +mistake. Caesar, poisoned at the same time, escaped by +shedding his skin like a snake; but the new skin was spotted +by the poison till it looked like a tiger's. Then, compelled +to quit Rome, he went and got himself obscurely killed in a +night skirmish, scarcely noticed in history. After the +pope's death and his son's exile, it 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 ease, a mystery hung over +this dark affair, and the public rumor was, that Caesar, a +better politician than his father, had carried off from the +pope the fortune of the two cardinals. I say the two, +because Cardinal Rospigliosi, who had not taken any +precaution, was completely despoiled. + +"Up to this point," said Faria, interrupting the thread of +his narrative, "this seems to you very meaningless, no +doubt, eh?" + +"Oh, my friend," cried Dantes, "on 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, -- titles, contracts, +parchments, which were kept in the archives of the family, +all descending from the poisoned cardinal, I in my turn +examined the immense bundles of documents, like twenty +servitors, stewards, secretaries before me; but in spite of +the most exhaustive researches, I found -- nothing. Yet I +had read, I had even written a precise history of the Borgia +family, for 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 Rospigliosi, his 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 1807, a month before I was arrested, and a fortnight +after the death of the Count of Spada, on the 25th of +December (you will see presently how the date became fixed +in my memory), I was reading, for the thousandth time, the +papers I was arranging, for the palace was sold to a +stranger, and I was going to leave Rome and settle at +Florence, intending to take with me twelve thousand francs I +possessed, my library, and the famous breviary, when, tired +with my constant labor at the same thing, and overcome by a +heavy dinner I had eaten, my head dropped on my hands, and 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 light, but as no one came, I +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, +however, to make use of any valuable piece of paper, I +hesitated for a moment, then recollected that I had seen in +the famous breviary, which was on the table beside me, an +old paper quite yellow with age, and which had served as a +marker for centuries, kept there by the request of the +heirs. I felt for it, found it, twisted it up together, and +putting it into the expiring flame, set 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." + +Faria, with an air of triumph, offered the paper to Dantes, +who this time read the following words, traced 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 April, 1498. +"Caes... + +"And now," said the abbe, "read this other paper;" and he +presented to Dantes a second leaf with fragments of lines +written on it, which Edmond read as follows: -- + + "...ing 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 + ...ck from the small + ...ings have been made + ...ngle in the second; + ...tire to him + ...ar 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 together, and judge for yourself." Dantes obeyed, +and the conjointed pieces gave the following: -- + +"This 25th day of April, 1498, be...ing 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 ro...ck 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 April, 1498. +"Caes...ar Spada." + +"Well, do you comprehend now?" inquired Faria. + +"It is the declaration of Cardinal Spada, and the will so +long sought for," replied Edmond, still 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, "now, my dear fellow, you know as much +as I do myself. If we ever escape together, half this +treasure is yours; if I die here, and you escape alone, the +whole belongs to you." + +"But," inquired Dantes hesitating, "has 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 +remorse." + +"And you say this treasure amounts to" -- + +"Two millions of Roman crowns; nearly thirteen millions of +our money."* + +* $2,600,000 in 1894. + +"Impossible!" said Dantes, staggered 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 times, when other +opportunities for investment were wanting, such +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 entail, and 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 +Faria, "that 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 added, with a +sigh, "it is you who will conduct me thither. Well, Dantes, +you do not thank me?" + +"This treasure belongs to you, my dear friend," replied +Dantes, "and 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 console, at one and the +same time, the man who could not be a father, and 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 treasure, which had so long been the object of +the abbe's meditations, could insure the future happiness of +him whom Faria really loved as a son, it had doubled its +value in his eyes, and every day he expatiated on the +amount, explaining to Dantes all the good which, with +thirteen or fourteen millions of francs, a man could do in +these days to his friends; and then Dantes' countenance +became gloomy, for the oath of vengeance he had taken +recurred to his memory, and he reflected how much ill, in +these times, a man with thirteen or fourteen millions could +do to his enemies. + +The abbe did not know the Island of Monte Cristo; but Dantes +knew it, and had often passed it, situated twenty-five miles +from Pianosa, between Corsica and the Island of Elba, and +had once touched there. This island was, always had been, +and still is, completely deserted. It is a rock of almost +conical form, which 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 Faria, and 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 lunatic, and the way in which he had +achieved the discovery, which had given rise to the +suspicion of his madness, increased Edmond's admiration of +him; but at the same time Dantes could not believe that the +deposit, supposing it had ever existed, still existed; and +though he considered the treasure as by no means chimerical, +he yet believed it was no longer there. + +However, as if fate resolved on depriving the prisoners of +their last chance, and making them understand that they were +condemned to perpetual imprisonment, a new misfortune befell +them; the gallery on the sea side, which had long been in +ruins, was rebuilt. They had repaired it completely, and +stopped up with vast masses of stone the hole Dantes had +partly filled in. But for this precaution, which, it will be +remembered, the abbe had made to Edmond, the misfortune +would have been still greater, for their attempt to escape +would have been detected, and they would undoubtedly have +been separated. Thus a new, a stronger, and more inexorable +barrier was interposed to cut off the realization of their +hopes. + +"You see," said the young man, with an air of sorrowful +resignation, to Faria, "that 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." + +Thus, if not actually happy, yet the days these two +unfortunates passed together went quickly. Faria, who for so +long a time had kept silence as to the treasure, now +perpetually talked of it. As he had prophesied would be the +case, he remained paralyzed in the right arm and the left +leg, and had given up all hope of ever enjoying it himself. +But he was continually thinking over some means of escape +for his young companion, and anticipating the pleasure he +would enjoy. For fear the letter might be some day lost or +stolen, he compelled Dantes to learn it by heart; and Dantes +knew it from the first to the last word. Then he destroyed +the second portion, assured 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. Then, once free, from the day and hour and +moment when he was so, he could have but one only thought, +which was, to gain Monte Cristo by some means, and remain +there alone under some pretext which would arouse no +suspicions; and once there, to endeavor to find the +wonderful caverns, and search in the appointed spot, -- the +appointed spot, be it remembered, being the farthest angle +in the second opening. + +In the meanwhile the hours passed, if not rapidly, at least +tolerably. Faria, as we have said, without having recovered +the use of his hand and foot, had regained all the clearness +of his understanding, and had gradually, besides the moral +instructions we have detailed, taught his youthful companion +the patient and sublime duty of a prisoner, who learns to +make something from nothing. They were thus perpetually +employed, -- Faria, that he might not see himself grow old; +Dantes, for 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 man, and perhaps in that of the old man, many +repressed desires, many stifled sighs, which found vent when +Faria was left alone, and when Edmond returned to his cell. +One night Edmond awoke suddenly, believing that he heard +some one calling him. He opened his eyes upon utter +darkness. His name, or rather a plaintive voice which +essayed to pronounce his name, reached 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 bed, drew up the stone, rushed into the +passage, and reached the opposite extremity; the secret +entrance was open. By the light of the wretched and wavering +lamp, of which we have spoken, Dantes saw the old man, pale, +but yet erect, clinging 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 tone, "you +understand, do you not, and I need not attempt to explain to +you?" + +Edmond uttered a cry of agony, and, quite out of his senses, +rushed towards the door, exclaiming, "Help, help!" Faria had +just sufficient strength to restrain him. + +"Silence," he said, "or 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 exclaim, "Oh, my +friend, my friend, speak not thus!" and then resuming all +his presence of mind, which had for a moment staggered under +this blow, and his strength, which had failed at the words +of the old man, he said, "Oh, I have saved you once, and I +will save you a second time!" And raising the foot of the +bed, he drew out the phial, still a third filled with the +red liquor. + +"See," he exclaimed, "there 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 Faria, shaking his head, "but +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 Dantes, his 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 +continued, looking at his paralyzed arm and leg, "has 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 arms, and laid him on the +bed. + +"And now, my dear friend," said Faria, "sole 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 knees, leaning 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 man, clasping 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 man, "that 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 effort, in +which he summoned all his faculties, he said, -- "Monte +Cristo, forget not Monte Cristo!" And he fell back on the +bed. The crisis was terrible, and a rigid form with twisted +limbs, swollen eyelids, and lips flecked with bloody foam, +lay on the bed of torture, in place of the intellectual +being who so lately rested there. + +Dantes took the lamp, placed it on a projecting stone above +the bed, whence 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 arrived, he took +the knife, pried open the teeth, which offered less +resistance than before, counted one after the other twelve +drops, and watched; the phial contained, perhaps, twice as +much more. He waited ten minutes, a quarter of an hour, half +an hour, -- no change took place. Trembling, his hair erect, +his brow bathed with perspiration, he counted the seconds by +the beating of his heart. Then he thought it was time to +make the last trial, and he put the phial to the purple lips +of Faria, and without having occasion to force open his +jaws, which had remained extended, he poured the whole of +the liquid down his throat. + +The draught produced a galvanic effect, a violent trembling +pervaded the old man's limbs, his eyes opened until it was +fearful to gaze upon them, he heaved a sigh which resembled +a shriek, and then his convulsed body returned gradually to +its former immobility, the eyes remaining open. + +Half an hour, an hour, an hour and a half elapsed, and +during this period of anguish, Edmond leaned over his +friend, his hand applied to his heart, and felt the body +gradually grow cold, and the heart's pulsation become more +and more deep and dull, until at length it stopped; the last +movement of the heart ceased, the face became livid, the +eyes remained open, but the eyeballs were glazed. It was six +o'clock in the morning, the dawn was just breaking, and its +feeble ray came into the dungeon, and paled the ineffectual +light of the lamp. Strange shadows passed over the +countenance of the dead man, and at times gave it the +appearance of life. While the struggle between day and night +lasted, Dantes still doubted; but as soon as the daylight +gained the pre-eminence, he saw that he was alone with a +corpse. Then an invincible and extreme terror seized upon +him, and he dared not again press the hand that hung out of +bed, he dared no longer to gaze on those fixed and vacant +eyes, which he tried many times to close, but in vain -- +they opened again as soon as shut. He extinguished the lamp, +carefully concealed it, and then went away, closing as well +as he could the entrance to the secret passage by the large +stone as he descended. + +It was time, for the jailer was coming. On this occasion he +began his rounds at Dantes' cell, and on leaving him he went +on to Faria's dungeon, taking 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 gallery, and +arrived in time to hear the exclamations of the turnkey, who +called out for help. Other turnkeys came, and then was heard +the regular tramp of soldiers. Last of all came the +governor. + +Edmond heard the creaking of the bed as they moved the +corpse, heard the voice of the governor, who asked them to +throw water on the dead man's face; and seeing that, in +spite of this application, the prisoner did not recover, +they sent for the doctor. The governor then went out, and +words of pity fell on Dantes' listening ears, mingled with +brutal laughter. + +"Well, well," said one, "the 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 voice, "the shrouds of the Chateau d'If +are not dear!" + +"Perhaps," said one of the previous speakers, "as 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 word, but comprehended very little of +what was said. The voices soon ceased, and it seemed to him +as if every one had left the cell. Still he dared not to +enter, as they might have left some turnkey to watch the +dead. He remained, therefore, mute and motionless, hardly +venturing to breathe. At the end of an hour, he heard a +faint noise, which increased. It was the governor who +returned, followed 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 succumbed, and declared that he was dead. +Questions and answers followed in a nonchalant manner that +made Dantes indignant, for 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 doctor, "that the old man +is really dead; for he was a quiet, inoffensive prisoner, +happy in his folly, and required no watching." + +"Ah," added the turnkey, "there 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 governor, "I 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 silence, during which Dantes, +still listening, knew 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 governor, persisting, "that 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 steps, the creaking of a +door, people going and coming, and some minutes afterwards a +turnkey entered, saying, -- + +"Here is the brazier, lighted." There was a moment's +silence, and 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 brow, and 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 +folly, and 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 +intractable." + +"It is the sort of malady which we call monomania," said the +doctor. + +"You had never anything to complain of?" said the governor +to the jailer who had charge of the abbe. + +"Never, sir," replied the jailer, "never; 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 doctor, "I 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 +you?" + +"Must this last formality take place in your presence, sir?" +inquired a turnkey. + +"Certainly. But make haste -- I cannot stay here all day." +Other footsteps, going and coming, were now heard, and a +moment afterwards the noise of rustling canvas reached +Dantes' ears, the bed creaked, and 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 +absence, in 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 hurry, he might have +had his requiem." + +"Pooh, pooh;" said the doctor, with the impiety usual in +persons of his profession; "he is a churchman. God will +respect his profession, and 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 governor, when 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 retreated, and the +voices died away in the distance; the noise of the door, +with its creaking hinges and bolts ceased, and a silence +more sombre than that of solitude ensued, -- the silence of +death, which was all-pervasive, and struck its icy chill to +the very soul of Dantes. Then he raised the flag-stone +cautiously with his head, and looked carefully around the +chamber. It was empty, and Dantes emerged from the tunnel. + + + +Chapter 20 +The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If. + +On the bed, at full length, and faintly illuminated by the +pale light that came from the window, lay 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 +which, as the turnkey said, cost 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. Faria, the +beneficent and cheerful companion, with whom he was +accustomed to live so intimately, no longer breathed. He +seated himself on the edge of that terrible bed, and 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 face, never again to hear the voice of the only +human being who united him to earth! Was not Faria's fate +the better, after all -- to solve the problem of life at its +source, even at the risk of horrible suffering? The idea of +suicide, which his friend had driven away and kept away by +his cheerful presence, now hovered like a phantom over the +abbe's dead body. + +"If I could die," he said, "I 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 here, rush on +the first person that opens the door, strangle him, and then +they will guillotine me." But excessive grief is like a +storm at sea, where the frail bark is tossed from the depths +to the top of the wave. Dantes recoiled from the idea of so +infamous a death, and passed suddenly from despair to an +ardent desire for life and liberty. + +"Die? oh, no," he exclaimed -- "not die now, after having +lived and suffered so long and so much! Die? yes, had I died +years ago; but now to die would be, indeed, to give way to +the sarcasm of destiny. No, I 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 punish, and perhaps, too, who knows, +some friends to reward. Yet they will forget me here, and I +shall die in my dungeon like Faria." As he said this, he +became silent and gazed straight before him like one +overwhelmed with a strange and amazing thought. Suddenly he +arose, lifted his hand to his brow as if his brain wore +giddy, paced twice or thrice round the dungeon, and then +paused abruptly by the bed. + +"Just God!" he muttered, "whence 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 decision, and, indeed, that +he might not allow his thoughts to be distracted from his +desperate resolution, he bent over the appalling shroud, +opened it with the knife which Faria had made, drew the +corpse from the sack, and bore it along the tunnel to his +own chamber, laid it on his couch, tied around its head the +rag he wore at night around his own, covered it with his +counterpane, once again kissed the ice-cold brow, and tried +vainly to close the resisting eyes, which glared horribly, +turned the head towards the wall, so that the jailer might, +when he brought the evening meal, believe that he was +asleep, as was his frequent custom; entered the tunnel +again, drew the bed against the wall, returned to the other +cell, took from the hiding-place the needle and thread, +flung off his rags, that they might feel only naked flesh +beneath the coarse canvas, and getting inside the sack, +placed himself in the posture in which the dead body had +been laid, and sewed up the mouth of the sack from the +inside. + +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 made, and 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 body, Dantes did +not intend to give them time to recognize him, but with a +sudden cut of the knife, he meant to open the sack from top +to bottom, and, profiting by their alarm, escape; if they +tried to catch him, he would use his knife to better +purpose. + +If they took him to the cemetery and laid him in a grave, he +would allow himself to be covered with earth, and then, as +it was night, the 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 heavy, he +would be stifled, and then -- so much the better, all would +be over. Dantes had not eaten since the preceding evening, +but he had not thought of hunger, nor 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 was, that the jailer, when he +brought him his supper at seven o'clock, might perceive the +change that had been made; fortunately, twenty times at +least, from misanthropy or fatigue, Dantes had received his +jailer in bed, and then the man placed his bread and soup on +the table, and went away without saying a word. This time +the jailer might not be as silent as usual, but speak to +Dantes, and seeing that he received no reply, go to the bed, +and thus discover all. + +When seven o'clock came, Dantes' agony really began. His +hand placed upon his heart was unable to redress its +throbbings, while, with the other he wiped the perspiration +from his temples. From time to time chills ran through his +whole body, and clutched his heart in a grasp of ice. Then +he thought he was going to die. Yet the hours passed on +without any unusual disturbance, and Dantes knew that he had +escaped the first peril. It was a good augury. At length, +about the hour the governor had appointed, footsteps were +heard on the stairs. Edmond felt that the moment had +arrived, summoned up all his courage, held his breath, and +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 certainty, when he heard the noise they +made in putting down the hand-bier. The door opened, and a +dim light reached Dantes' eyes through the coarse sack that +covered him; he saw two shadows approach his bed, a third +remaining at the door with a torch in its hand. The two men, +approaching the ends of the bed, took the sack by its +extremities. + +"He's heavy though for an old and thin man," said one, as he +raised the head. + +"They say every year adds half a pound to the weight of the +bones," said another, lifting the feet. + +"Have you tied the knot?" inquired the first speaker. + +"What would be the use of carrying so much more weight?" was +the reply, "I 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 party, lighted by the man with the torch, who +went first, ascended the stairs. Suddenly he felt the fresh +and sharp night air, and 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 stopped, putting the bier down on the ground. One of +them went away, and Dantes heard his shoes striking on the +pavement. + +"Where am I?" he asked himself. + +"Really, he is by no means a light load!" said the other +bearer, sitting on the edge of the hand-barrow. Dantes' +first impulse was to escape, but fortunately he did not +attempt it. + +"Give us a light," said the other bearer, "or I shall never +find what I am looking for." The man with the torch +complied, although 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 answer, "but it has lost nothing by waiting." + +As he said this, the man came towards Edmond, who heard a +heavy metallic substance laid down beside him, and 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 more, and they +proceeded. + +They advanced fifty paces farther, and then stopped to open +a door, then 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 jest, but his hair stood erect on his +head. + +"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 way, dashed on the +rocks, and the governor told us next day that we were +careless fellows." + +They ascended five or six more steps, and then Dantes felt +that they took him, one by the head and the other by the +heels, and swung him to and fro. "One!" said the +grave-diggers, "two! three!" And at the same instant Dantes +felt himself flung into the air like a wounded bird, +falling, falling, with a rapidity that made his blood +curdle. Although drawn downwards by the heavy weight which +hastened his rapid descent, it seemed to him as if the fall +lasted for a century. + +At last, with a horrible splash, he darted like an arrow +into the ice-cold water, and as he did so he uttered a +shrill cry, stifled in a moment by his immersion beneath the +waves. + +Dantes had been flung into the sea, and 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. + +Dantes, although stunned and almost suffocated, had +sufficient presence of mind to hold his breath, and as his +right hand (prepared as he was for every chance) held his +knife open, he rapidly ripped up the sack, extricated his +arm, and then his body; but in spite of all his efforts to +free himself from the shot, he felt it dragging him down +still lower. He then bent his body, and by a desperate +effort severed the cord that bound his legs, at the moment +when it seemed as if he were actually strangled. With a +mighty leap he rose to the surface of the sea, while the +shot dragged down to the depths the sack that had so nearly +become his shroud. + +Dantes waited only to get breath, and then dived, in order +to avoid being seen. When he arose a second time, he was +fifty paces from where he had first sunk. He saw overhead a +black and tempestuous sky, across which the wind was driving +clouds that occasionally suffered a twinkling star to +appear; before him was the vast expanse of waters, sombre +and terrible, whose waves foamed and roared as if before the +approach of a storm. Behind him, blacker than the sea, +blacker than the sky, rose phantom-like the vast stone +structure, whose projecting crags seemed like arms extended +to seize their prey, and 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 again, and remained a long +time beneath the water. This was an easy feat to him, for he +usually attracted a crowd of spectators in the bay before +the lighthouse at Marseilles when he swam there, and 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 inhabited, as is also the +islet of Daume, Tiboulen and Lemaire were therefore the +safest for Dantes' venture. The islands of Tiboulen and +Lemaire are a league from the Chateau d'If; Dantes, +nevertheless, determined 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 Planier, gleaming in front of him like a +star. By leaving this light on the right, he kept the Island +of Tiboulen a little on the left; by turning to the left, +therefore, he would find it. But, as we have said, it was at +least a league from the Chateau d'If to this island. Often +in prison Faria had said to him, when he saw him idle and +inactive, "Dantes, 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' ears, even +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 +power, and that he was still master of that element on whose +bosom he had so often sported as a boy. + +Fear, that relentless pursuer, clogged Dantes' efforts. He +listened for any sound that might be audible, and 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 boat, and he redoubled his +exertions, increasing rapidly his distance from the chateau, +but exhausting his strength. He swam on still, and already +the terrible chateau had disappeared in the darkness. He +could not see it, but he felt its presence. An hour passed, +during which Dantes, excited by the feeling of freedom, +continued to cleave the waves. "Let us see," said he, "I +have swum above an hour, but as the wind is against me, that +has retarded my speed; however, if I am not mistaken, I must +be close to Tiboulen. But what if I were mistaken?" A +shudder passed over him. He sought to tread water, in order +to rest himself; but the sea was too violent, and he felt +that he could not make use of this means of recuperation. + +"Well," said he, "I 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 dense, and 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 shot, and 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 rocks, that resembled +nothing so much as a vast fire petrified at the moment of +its most fervent combustion. It was the Island of Tiboulen. +Dantes rose, advanced a few steps, and, with a fervent +prayer of gratitude, stretched himself on the granite. which +seemed to him softer than down. Then, in spite of the wind +and rain, he fell into the deep, sweet 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 serpent, lighting up the clouds that rolled on in +vast chaotic waves. + +Dantes had not been deceived -- he had reached the first of +the two islands, which was, in fact, Tiboulen. He knew that +it was barren and without shelter; but when the sea became +more calm, he resolved to plunge into its waves again, and +swim to Lemaire, equally arid, but larger, and consequently +better adapted for concealment. + +An overhanging rock offered him a temporary shelter, and +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 waves, dashing themselves against +it, wetted 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 base, and that +it would, like a vessel at anchor, break moorings, and 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 hands, and drank greedily of the rainwater that +had lodged in a hollow of the rock. + +As he rose, a flash of lightning, that seemed to rive the +remotest heights of heaven, illumined the darkness. By its +light, between the Island of Lemaire and Cape Croiselle, a +quarter of a league distant, Dantes saw a fishing-boat +driven rapidly like a spectre before the power of winds and +waves. A second after, he saw it again, approaching with +frightful rapidity. Dantes cried at the top of his voice to +warn them of their danger, but they saw it themselves. +Another flash showed him four men clinging to the shattered +mast and the rigging, while a fifth clung to the broken +rudder. + +The men he beheld saw him undoubtedly, for 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 way, and it disappeared in the darkness +of the night like a vast sea-bird. At the same moment a +violent crash was heard, and cries of distress. Dantes from +his rocky perch saw the shattered vessel, and 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 listened, he groped about, but he heard +and saw nothing -- the cries had ceased, and the tempest +continued to rage. By degrees the wind abated, vast gray +clouds rolled towards the west, and the blue firmament +appeared studded with bright stars. Soon a red streak became +visible in the horizon, the waves whitened, a light played +over them, and gilded their foaming crests with gold. It was +day. + +Dantes stood mute and motionless before this majestic +spectacle, as 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 fortress, and 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 Dantes, "the 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 prayer, he saw off the farther point of +the Island of Pomegue a small vessel with lateen sail +skimming the sea like a gull in search of prey; and with his +sailor's eye he knew it to be a Genoese tartan. She was +coming out of Marseilles harbor, and was standing out to sea +rapidly, her sharp prow cleaving through the waves. "Oh," +cried Edmond, "to think that in half an hour I could join +her, did I not fear being questioned, detected, and conveyed +back to Marseilles! What can I do? What story can I invent? +under pretext of trading along the coast, these men, who are +in reality smugglers, will 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 +accepted, for there is no one left to contradict me." + +As he spoke, Dantes looked toward the spot where the +fishing-vessel had been wrecked, and 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 keel, floated +at the foot of the crag. It an instant Dantes' plan was +formed. he swam to the cap, placed it on his head, seized +one of the timbers, and struck out so as to cut across the +course the vessel was taking. + +"I am saved!" murmured he. And this conviction restored his +strength. + +He soon saw that the vessel, with the wind dead ahead, was +tacking between the Chateau d'If and the tower of Planier. +For an instant he feared lest, instead of keeping in shore, +she should stand out to sea; but he soon saw that she would +pass, like most vessels bound for Italy, between the islands +of Jaros and Calaseraigne. However, the vessel and the +swimmer insensibly neared one another, and in one of its +tacks the tartan bore down within a quarter of a mile of +him. He rose on the waves, making signs of distress; but no +one on board saw him, and the vessel stood on another tack. +Dantes would have shouted, but he knew that the wind would +drown his voice. + +It was then he rejoiced at his precaution in taking the +timber, for without it he would have been unable, perhaps, +to reach the vessel -- certainly to return to shore, should +he be unsuccessful in attracting attention. + +Dantes, though almost sure as to what course the vessel +would take, had yet watched it anxiously until it tacked and +stood towards him. Then he advanced; but before they could +meet, the vessel again changed her course. By a violent +effort he rose half out of the water, waving his cap, and +uttering a loud shout peculiar to sailers. This time he was +both seen and heard, and the tartan instantly steered +towards him. At the same time, he saw they were about to +lower the boat. + +An instant after, the boat, rowed by two men, advanced +rapidly towards him. Dantes let go of the timber, which he +now thought to be useless, and swam vigorously to meet them. +But he had reckoned too much upon his strength, and then he +realized how serviceable the timber had been to him. His +arms became stiff, his legs lost their flexibility, and he +was almost breathless. + +He shouted again. The two sailors redoubled their efforts, +and one of them cried in Italian, "Courage!" + +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 surface, struggled with the last desperate effort of +a drowning man, uttered a third cry, and felt himself +sinking, as if the fatal cannon shot were again tied to his +feet. The water passed over his head, and the sky turned +gray. A convulsive movement again brought him to the +surface. He felt himself seized by the hair, then 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 said, he was lying on the deck. A sailor was +rubbing his limbs with a woollen cloth; another, whom he +recognized as the one who had cried out "Courage!" held a +gourd full of rum to his mouth; while the third, an old +sailer, at once the pilot and captain, looked on with that +egotistical pity men feel for a misfortune that they have +escaped yesterday, and which may overtake them to-morrow. + +A few drops of the rum restored suspended animation, while +the friction of his limbs restored their elasticity. + +"Who are you?" said the pilot in bad French. + +"I am," replied Dantes, in bad Italian, "a 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 Dantes, holding out his hand, "I thank you +again." + +"I almost hesitated, though," replied the sailor; "you +looked more like a brigand than an honest man, with your +beard six inches, and 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 he, "I 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 Dantes, "if 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 anything, and take his +chance of keeping it afterwards." + +"I will do more than I promise," said Dantes. + +"We shall see," returned the other, smiling. + +"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 helm, felt to see if the vessel answered the rudder +promptly and seeing that, without being a first-rate sailer, +she yet was tolerably obedient, -- + +"To the sheets," said he. The four seamen, who composed the +crew, obeyed, while the pilot looked on. "Haul taut." -- +They obeyed. + +"Belay." This order was also executed; and the vessel +passed, as Dantes had predicted, twenty 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 Dantes, quitting the helm, "I 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 captain, "we can agree very well, if you are +reasonable." + +"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 +trousers." + +"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 +brought, and 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 +captain. + +A small white cloud, which 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 him, but he had lifted the rum to his lips and was +drinking it with so much composure, that suspicions, if the +captain had any, died away. + +"At any rate," murmured he, "if it be, so much the better, +for I have made a rare acquisition." Under pretence of being +fatigued, Dantes asked to take the helm; the steersman, glad +to be relieved, looked at the captain, and 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 Jacopo, who sat +down beside him. + +"The 28th of February." + +"In what year?" + +"In what year -- you ask me in what year?" + +"Yes," replied the young man, "I ask you in what year!" + +"You have forgotten then?" + +"I got such a fright last night," replied Dantes, smiling, +"that I have almost lost my memory. I ask you what year is +it?" + +"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 Mercedes, who 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 Danglars, Fernand, and +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 tartan, that 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 Faria, the +worthy master of The Young Amelia (the name of the Genoese +tartan) knew a smattering of all the tongues spoken on the +shores of that large lake called the Mediterranean, from the +Arabic to the Provencal, and this, while it spared him +interpreters, persons always troublesome and frequently +indiscreet, gave him great facilities of communication, +either with the vessels he met at sea, with the small boats +sailing along the coast, or with the people without name, +country, or occupation, who are always seen on the quays of +seaports, and who live by hidden and mysterious means which +we must suppose to be a direct gift of providence, as 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 wits, he +had at first thought that Dantes might be an emissary of +these industrious guardians of rights and duties, who +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 then, when he saw the light plume of smoke floating +above the bastion of the Chateau d'If, and heard the distant +report, he was instantly struck with the idea that he had on +board his vessel one whose coming and going, like that of +kings, was accompanied with salutes of artillery. This made +him less uneasy, it must be owned, than if the new-comer had +proved to be a customs officer; but this supposition also +disappeared like the first, when 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" him, they extracted +nothing more from him; he gave accurate descriptions of +Naples and Malta, which he knew as well as Marseilles, and +held stoutly to his first story. Thus the Genoese, subtle as +he was, was duped by Edmond, in whose favor his mild +demeanor, his nautical skill, and his admirable +dissimulation, pleaded. Moreover, it is possible that the +Genoese was one of those shrewd persons who know nothing but +what they should know, and believe nothing but what they +should believe. + +In this state of mutual understanding, they reached Leghorn. +Here Edmond was to undergo another trial; he was to find out +whether he could recognize himself, as he had not seen his +own face for fourteen years. He had preserved a tolerably +good remembrance of what the youth had been, and 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 +Leghorn, he 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 long, thick and black hair +and beard, which 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 concluded, and Edmond felt that his +chin was completely smooth, and his hair reduced to its +usual length, he asked for a hand-glass. He was now, as we +have said, three-and-thirty years of age, and his fourteen +years' imprisonment had produced a great transformation in +his appearance. Dantes had entered the Chateau d'If with the +round, open, smiling face of a young and happy man, with +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 lengthened, his 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 melancholy, and from +their depths occasionally sparkled gloomy fires of +misanthropy and hatred; his complexion, so long kept from +the sun, had now that pale color which produces, when the +features are encircled with black hair, the 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 acquired, being +naturally of a goodly stature, that 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 +voice, prayers, sobs, and imprecations had changed it so +that at times it was of a singularly penetrating sweetness, +and at others rough and almost hoarse. Moreover, from being +so long in twilight or darkness, his eyes had acquired the +faculty of distinguishing objects in the night, common to +the hyena and the wolf. Edmond smiled when he beheld +himself: it was impossible that his best friend -- if, +indeed, he had any friend left -- could recognize him; he +could not recognize himself. + +The master of The Young Amelia, who was very desirous of +retaining amongst his crew a man of Edmond's value, had +offered to advance him funds out of his future profits, +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 garb, as +we all know, very simple, and consisting of white trousers, +a striped shirt, and a cap. It was in this costume, and +bringing back to Jacopo the shirt and trousers he had lent +him, that Edmond reappeared before the captain of the +lugger, who had made him tell his story over and over again +before he could believe him, or recognize in the neat and +trim sailor the man with thick and matted beard, hair +tangled with seaweed, and body soaking in seabrine, whom he +had picked up naked and nearly drowned. Attracted by his +prepossessing appearance, he renewed his offers of an +engagement to Dantes; but Dantes, who had his own projects, +would not agree for a longer time than three months. + +The Young Amelia had a very active crew, very obedient to +their captain, who lost as little time as possible. He had +scarcely been a week at Leghorn before the hold of his +vessel was filled with printed muslins, contraband cottons, +English powder, and tobacco on which the excise had +forgotten to put its mark. The master was to get all this +out of Leghorn free of duties, and land it on the shores of +Corsica, where 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 youth, and +which he had so often dreamed of in prison. He left Gorgone +on his right and La Pianosa on his left, and went towards +the country of Paoli and Napoleon. The next morning going on +deck, as he always did at an early hour, the patron found +Dantes leaning against the bulwarks gazing with intense +earnestness at a pile of granite rocks, which 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 +larboard, and kept on for Corsica. + +Dantes thought, as they passed so closely to the island +whose name was so interesting to him, that 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 treasure, without arms to defend himself? +Besides, what would the sailors say? What would the patron +think? He must wait. + +Fortunately, Dantes had learned how to wait; he had waited +fourteen years for his liberty, and 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? Besides, were not those riches chimerical? -- +offspring of the brain of the poor Abbe Faria, had they not +died with him? It is true, the letter of the Cardinal Spada +was singularly circumstantial, and Dantes repeated it to +himself, from one end to the other, for he had not forgotten +a word. + +Evening came, and Edmond saw the island tinged with the +shades of twilight, and then disappear in the darkness from +all eyes but his own, for he, with vision accustomed to the +gloom of a prison, continued to behold it last of all, for +he remained alone upon deck. The next morn broke off the +coast of Aleria; all day they coasted, and in the evening +saw fires lighted on land; the position of these was no +doubt a signal for landing, for a ship's lantern was hung up +at the mast-head instead of the streamer, and they came to +within a gunshot of the shore. Dantes noticed that the +captain of The Young Amelia had, as he neared the land, +mounted two small culverins, which, without making much +noise, can throw a four ounce ball a thousand paces or so. + +But on this occasion the precaution was superfluous, and +everything proceeded with the utmost smoothness and +politeness. Four shallops came off with very little noise +alongside the lugger, which, no doubt, in acknowledgement of +the compliment, lowered her own shallop into the sea, and +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 night, such a man of regularity was +the patron of The Young Amelia, the profits were divided, +and each man had a hundred Tuscan livres, or about eighty +francs. But the voyage was not ended. They turned the +bowsprit towards Sardinia, where they intended to take in a +cargo, which was to replace what had been discharged. The +second operation was as successful as the first, The Young +Amelia was in luck. This new cargo was destined for the +coast of the Duchy of Lucca, and consisted almost entirely +of Havana cigars, sherry, and Malaga wines. + +There they had a bit of a skirmish in getting rid of the +duties; the excise was, in truth, the everlasting enemy of +the patron of The Young Amelia. A customs officer was laid +low, and two sailors wounded; Dantes was one of the latter, +a ball having touched him in the left shoulder. Dantes was +almost glad of this affray, and almost pleased at being +wounded, for they were rude lessons which taught him with +what eye he could view danger, and with what endurance he +could bear suffering. He had contemplated danger with a +smile, and when wounded had exclaimed with the great +philosopher, "Pain, thou art not an evil." He had, moreover. +looked upon the customs officer wounded to death, and, +whether from heat of blood produced by the encounter, or the +chill of human sentiment, this sight had made but slight +impression upon him. Dantes was on the way he desired to +follow, and was moving towards the end he wished to achieve; +his heart was in a fair way of petrifying in his bosom. +Jacopo, seeing him fall, had believed him killed, and +rushing towards him raised him up, and then attended to him +with all the kindness of a devoted comrade. + +This world was not then so good as Doctor Pangloss believed +it, neither was it so wicked as Dantes thought it, since +this man, who had nothing to expect from his comrade but the +inheritance of his share of the prize-money, manifested so +much sorrow when he saw him fall. Fortunately, as we have +said, Edmond was only wounded, and with certain herbs +gathered at certain seasons, and sold to the smugglers by +the old Sardinian women, the wound soon closed. Edmond then +resolved to try Jacopo, and offered him in return for his +attention a share of his prize-money, but Jacopo refused it +indignantly. + +As a result of the sympathetic devotion which Jacopo had +from the first bestowed on Edmond, the 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 ship, when the vessel, +gliding on with security over the azure sea, required no +care but the hand of the helmsman, thanks to the favorable +winds that swelled her sails, Edmond, with a chart in his +hand, became the instructor of Jacopo, as the poor Abbe +Faria had been his tutor. He pointed out to him the bearings +of the coast, explained to him the variations of the +compass, and taught him to read in that vast book opened +over our heads which they call heaven, and where God writes +in azure with letters of diamonds. And when Jacopo inquired +of him, "What is the use of teaching all these things to a +poor sailor like me?" Edmond replied, "Who 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 trips, and 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 +coast, and 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 times, but 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 ended, he 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 +researches, not perhaps entirely at liberty, for he would be +doubtless watched by those who accompanied him. But in this +world we must risk something. Prison had made Edmond +prudent, and 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 +companionship. + +Dantes was tossed about on these doubts and wishes, when the +patron, who had great confidence in him, and was very +desirous of retaining him in his service, took him by the +arm one evening and led him to a tavern on the Via del' +Oglio, where 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 +times, and seeing all these hardy free-traders, who supplied +the whole coast for nearly two hundred leagues in extent, he +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 discussion, connected with a vessel laden with +Turkey carpets, stuffs of the Levant, and cashmeres. It was +necessary to find some neutral ground on which an exchange +could be made, and then to try and land these goods on the +coast of France. If the venture was successful the profit +would be enormous, there 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 Cristo, which being completely +deserted, and 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 Mercury, the god of +merchants and robbers, classes of mankind which we in modern +times have separated if not made distinct, but 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 emotion, and took a turn around the smoky +tavern, where 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 matter, it had been +decided that they should touch at Monte Cristo and set out +on the following night. Edmond, being consulted, was 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 plan, and orders +were given to get under weigh next night, and, wind and +weather permitting, to make the neutral island by the +following day. + + + +Chapter 23 +The Island of Monte Cristo. + +Thus, at length, by one of the unexpected strokes of fortune +which sometimes befall those who have for a long time been +the victims of an evil destiny, Dantes was about to secure +the opportunity he wished for, by 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 distraction, and in its +progress visions good and evil passed through Dantes' mind. +If he closed his eyes, he 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 emeralds, with panels of +rubies, and the roof glowing with diamond stalactites. +Pearls fell drop by drop, as subterranean waters filter in +their caves. Edmond, amazed, wonderstruck, filled 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 grottos, but they had suddenly receded, and now +the path became a labyrinth, and 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 useless, the treasure +disappeared, and had again reverted to the genii from whom +for a moment he had hoped to carry it off. The day came at +length, and was almost as feverish as the night had been, +but it brought reason to the aid of imagination, and Dantes +was then enabled to arrange a plan which had hitherto been +vague and unsettled in his brain. Night came, and with it +the preparation for departure, and 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, +distinct, and easy of execution, his comrades obeyed him +with celerity and pleasure. + +The old patron did not interfere, for he too had recognized +the superiority of Dantes over the crew and himself. He saw +in the young man his natural successor, and regretted that +he had not a daughter, that he might have bound Edmond to +him by a more secure alliance. At seven o'clock in the +evening all was ready, and at ten minutes past seven they +doubled the lighthouse just as the beacon was kindled. The +sea was calm, and, with a fresh breeze from the south-east, +they sailed beneath a bright blue sky, in which God also +lighted up in turn his beacon lights, each of which is a +world. Dantes told them that all hands might turn in, and he +would take the helm. When the Maltese (for so they called +Dantes) had said this, it was sufficient, and all went to +their bunks contentedly. This frequently happened. Dantes, +cast from solitude into the world, frequently experienced an +imperious desire for solitude; and what solitude is more +complete, or more poetical, then that of a ship floating in +isolation on the sea during the obscurity of the night, in +the silence of immensity, and under the eye of heaven? + +Now this solitude was peopled with his thoughts, the night +lighted up by his illusions, and the silence animated by his +anticipations. When the patron awoke, the vessel was +hurrying on with every sail set, and 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 care, and went and lay +down in his hammock; but, in spite of a sleepless night, he +could not close his eyes for a moment. Two hours afterwards +he came on deck, as the boat was about to double the Island +of Elba. They were just abreast of Mareciana, and beyond the +flat but verdant Island of La Pianosa. The peak of Monte +Cristo reddened by the burning sun, was seen against the +azure sky. Dantes ordered the helmsman to put down his helm, +in order to leave La Pianosa to starboard, as he knew that +he should shorten his course by two or three knots. About +five o'clock in the evening the island was distinct, and +everything on it was plainly perceptible, owing 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 colors, from the brightest +pink to the deepest blue; and from time to time his cheeks +flushed, his brow darkened, and a mist passed over his eyes. +Never did gamester, whose whole fortune is staked on one +cast of the die, experience the anguish which Edmond felt in +his paroxysms of hope. Night came, and at ten o'clock they +anchored. The Young Amelia was first at the rendezvous. In +spite of his usual command over himself, Dantes could not +restrain his impetuosity. He was the first to jump on shore; +and had he dared, he would, like Lucius Brutus, have "kissed +his mother earth." It was dark, but at eleven o'clock the +moon rose in the midst of the ocean, whose every wave she +silvered, and then, "ascending 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 Dantes, he had +passed it on his voyage to and from the Levant, but 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. + +"None." + +For a moment Dantes was speechless; then he remembered that +these caves might have been filled up by some accident, or +even stopped up, for the sake of greater security, by +Cardinal Spada. The point was, then, to discover the hidden +entrance. It was useless to search at night, and Dantes +therefore delayed all investigation until the morning. +Besides, a signal made half a league out at sea, and to +which The Young Amelia replied by a similar signal, +indicated that the moment for business had come. The boat +that now arrived, assured by the answering signal that all +was well, soon came in sight, white and silent as a phantom, +and cast anchor within a cable's length of shore. + +Then the landing began. Dantes reflected, as he worked, on +the shout of joy which, with a single word, he could evoke +from all these men, if he gave utterance to the one +unchanging thought that pervaded his heart; but, far from +disclosing this precious secret, he almost feared that he +had already said too much, and by his restlessness and +continual questions, his minute observations and evident +pre-occupation, aroused suspicions. Fortunately, as regarded +this circumstance at least, his painful past gave to his +countenance an indelible sadness, and 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-piece, powder, and shot, Dantes declared +his intention to go and kill some of the wild goats that +were seen springing from rock to rock, his wish was +construed into a love of sport, or a desire for solitude. +However, Jacopo insisted on following him, and Dantes did +not oppose this, fearing if he did so that he might incur +distrust. Scarcely, however, had they gone a quarter of a +league when, having killed a kid, he begged Jacopo to take +it to his comrades, and request them to cook it, and when +ready to let him know by firing a gun. This and some dried +fruits and a flask of Monte Pulciano, was the bill of fare. +Dantes went on, looking from time to time behind and around +about him. Having reached the summit of a rock, he saw, a +thousand feet beneath him, his companions, whom Jacopo had +rejoined, and who were all busy preparing the repast which +Edmond's skill as a marksman had augmented with a capital +dish. + +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 each, to go and risk their lives again by +endeavoring to gain fifty more; then they will return with a +fortune of six hundred francs, and 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 me, that I shall, on compulsion, +consider such a contemptible possession as the utmost +happiness. Oh, no!" exclaimed Edmond, "that 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 Dantes, who but three +months before had no desire but liberty had now not liberty +enough, and panted for wealth. The cause was not in Dantes, +but in providence, who, while limiting the power of man, has +filled him with boundless desires. + +Meanwhile, by a cleft between two walls of rock, following a +path worn by a torrent, and which, in all human probability, +human foot had never before trod, Dantes approached the spot +where he supposed the grottos must have existed. Keeping +along the shore, and examining the smallest object with +serious attention, he thought he could trace, on certain +rocks, marks made by the hand of man. + +Time, which encrusts all physical substances with its mossy +mantle, as it invests all things of the mind with +forgetfulness, seemed to have respected these signs, which +apparently had been made with some degree of regularity, and +probably with a definite purpose. Occasionally the marks +were hidden under tufts of myrtle, which spread into large +bushes laden with blossoms, or 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 them, in order that +they might serve as a guide for his nephew in the event of a +catastrophe, which 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 +secret? + +It seemed, however, to Edmond, who was hidden from his +comrades by the inequalities of the ground, that at sixty +paces from the harbor the marks ceased; nor did they +terminate at any grotto. A large round rock, placed solidly +on its base, was 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 beginning, and he +therefore turned round and retraced his steps. + +Meanwhile his comrades had prepared the repast, had got some +water from a spring, spread out the fruit and bread, and +cooked the kid. Just at the moment when they were taking the +dainty animal from the spit, they saw Edmond springing with +the boldness of a chamois from rock to rock, and they fired +the signal agreed upon. The sportsman instantly changed his +direction, and ran quickly towards them. But even while they +watched his daring progress, Edmond's foot slipped, and they +saw him stagger on the edge of a rock and disappear. They +all rushed towards him, for all loved Edmond in spite of his +superiority; yet Jacopo reached him first. + +He found Edmond lying prone, bleeding, and almost senseless. +He had rolled down a declivity of twelve or fifteen feet. +They poured a little rum down his throat, and this remedy +which had before been so beneficial to him, produced the +same effect as formerly. Edmond opened his eyes, complained +of great pain in his knee, a feeling of heaviness in his +head, and severe pains in his loins. They wished to carry +him to the shore; but when they touched him, although under +Jacopo's directions, he declared, with heavy groans, that he +could not bear to be moved. + +It may be supposed that Dantes did not now think of his +dinner, but he insisted that his comrades, who had not his +reasons for fasting, should have their meal. As for himself, +he declared that he had only need of a little rest, and that +when they returned he should be easier. The sailors did not +require much urging. They were hungry, and the smell of the +roasted kid was very savory, and 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. + +But, instead of growing easier, Dantes' pains appeared to +increase in violence. The old patron, who was obliged to +sail in the morning in order to land his cargo on the +frontiers of Piedmont and France, between Nice and Frejus, +urged Dantes to try and rise. Edmond made great exertions in +order to comply; but at each effort he fell back, moaning +and turning pale. + +"He has broken his ribs," said the commander, in a low +voice. "No matter; he is an excellent fellow, and we must +not leave him. We will try and carry him on board the +tartan." Dantes declared, however, that he would rather die +where he was than undergo the agony which the slightest +movement cost him. "Well," said the patron, "let what may +happen, it shall never be said that we deserted a good +comrade like you. We will not go till evening." This very +much astonished the sailors, although, not one opposed it. +The patron was so strict that this was the first time they +had ever seen him give up an enterprise, or even delay in +its execution. Dantes would not allow that any such +infraction of regular and proper rules should be made in his +favor. "No, no," he said to the patron, "I was awkward, and +it is just that I pay the penalty of my clumsiness. Leave me +a small supply of biscuit, a gun, powder, and balls, to kill +the kids or defend myself at need, and a pickaxe, that 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 reply, "than suffer the +inexpressible agonies which the slightest movement causes +me." The patron turned towards his vessel, which was rolling +on the swell in the little harbor, and, with sails partly +set, would be ready for sea when her toilet should be +completed. + +"What are we to do, Maltese?" asked the captain. "We cannot +leave you here so, and yet we cannot stay." + +"Go, go!" exclaimed Dantes. + +"We shall be absent at least a week," said the patron, "and +then we must run out of our course to come here and take you +up again." + +"Why," said Dantes, "if 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 +head. + +"Listen, Captain Baldi; there's one way of settling this," +said Jacopo. "Do you go, and I will stay and take care of +the wounded man." + +"And give up your share of the venture," said Edmond, "to +remain with me?" + +"Yes," said Jacopo, "and without any hesitation." + +"You are a good fellow and a kind-hearted messmate," replied +Edmond, "and 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 warmly, but nothing could shake his +determination to remain -- and remain alone. The smugglers +left with Edmond what he had requested and set sail, but not +without turning about several times, and each time making +signs of a cordial farewell, to which Edmond replied with +his hand only, as if he could not move the rest of his body. +Then, when they had disappeared, he 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 rock, from which he had a full +view of the sea, and thence he saw the tartan complete her +preparations for sailing, weigh anchor, and, balancing +herself as gracefully as a water-fowl ere it takes to the +wing, set sail. At the end of an hour she was completely out +of sight; at least, it 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 rocks, took his gun in one hand, his +pickaxe in the other, and 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, "now, open sesame!" + + + +Chapter 24 +The Secret Cave. + +The sun had nearly reached the meridian, and his scorching +rays fell full on the rocks, which seemed themselves +sensible of the heat. Thousands of grasshoppers, hidden in +the bushes, chirped 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 inhabited, yet 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 labor, he stopped, +laid down his pickaxe, seized his gun, mounted to the summit +of the highest rock, and from thence gazed round in every +direction. + +But it was not upon Corsica, the 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 proud, and Leghorn the +commercial, that he gazed. It was at the brigantine that had +left in the morning, and the tartan that had just set sail, +that Edmond fixed his eyes. The first was just disappearing +in the straits of Bonifacio; the other, following an +opposite direction, was 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 sight, while the blue ocean beat +against the base of the island, and covered it with a fringe +of foam. Then he descended with cautious and slow step, for +he dreaded lest an accident similar to that he had so +adroitly feigned should happen in reality. + +Dantes, as we have said, had traced the marks along the +rocks, and 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 mouth, and deep in the +centre, to admit of the entrance of a small vessel of the +lugger class, which would be perfectly concealed from +observation. + +Then following the clew that, in the hands of the Abbe +Faria, had been so skilfully used to guide him through the +Daedalian labyrinth of probabilities, he thought that the +Cardinal Spada, anxious not to be watched, had entered the +creek, concealed his little barque, followed the line marked +by the notches in the rock, and 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 Edmond, and +destroyed his theory. How could this rock, which weighed +several tons, have been lifted to this spot, without the aid +of many men? Suddenly an idea flashed across his mind. +Instead of raising it, thought he, they 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 formed, and 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 it, so as to conceal the orifice; this species of +masonry had been covered with earth, and grass and weeds had +grown there, moss had clung to the stones, myrtle-bushes had +taken root, and the old rock seemed fixed to the earth. + +Dantes dug away the earth carefully, and detected, or +fancied he detected, the ingenious artifice. He attacked +this wall, cemented by the hand of time, with his pickaxe. +After ten minutes' labor the wall gave way, and a hole large +enough to insert the arm was opened. Dantes went and cut the +strongest olive-tree he could find, stripped off its +branches, inserted it in the hole, and used it as a lever. +But the rock was too heavy, and too firmly wedged, to be +moved by any one man, were he Hercules himself. Dantes saw +that he must attack the wedge. But how? He cast his eyes +around, and 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, +Dantes, after the manner of a labor-saving pioneer, dug a +mine between the upper rock and the one that supported it, +filled it with powder, then 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 formed, and a huge snake, like the +guardian demon of the treasure, rolled himself along in +darkening coils, and disappeared. + +Dantes approached the upper rock, which now, without any +support, leaned towards the sea. The intrepid +treasure-seeker walked round it, and, selecting the spot +from whence it appeared most susceptible to attack, placed +his lever in one of the crevices, and strained every nerve +to move the mass. The rock, already shaken by the explosion, +tottered on its base. Dantes redoubled his efforts; he +seemed like one of the ancient Titans, who uprooted the +mountains to hurl against the father of the gods. The rock +yielded, rolled over, bounded from point to point, and +finally disappeared in the ocean. + +On the spot it had occupied was a circular space, exposing +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 +continued, but his knees trembled, and his heart beat so +violently, and his sight became so dim, that 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 yielded, and 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 pale, hesitated, and 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. What, then, would be the use of all I have +suffered? The heart breaks when, after having been elated by +flattering hopes, it sees all its illusions destroyed. Faria +has dreamed this; the Cardinal Spada buried no treasure +here; perhaps he never came here, or if he did, Caesar +Borgia, the intrepid adventurer, the stealthy and +indefatigable plunderer, has followed him, discovered his +traces, pursued them as I have done, raised the stone, and +descending before me, has left me nothing." He remained +motionless and pensive, his 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 he, smiling, "of those who buried +Alaric." + +"Yet, had he come," thought Dantes, "he 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 descended, a smile on his lips, and murmuring that +last word of human philosophy, "Perhaps!" But instead of the +darkness, and the thick and mephitic atmosphere he had +expected to find, Dantes saw a dim and bluish light, which, +as well as the air, entered, not merely by the aperture he +had just formed, but by the interstices and crevices of the +rock which were visible from without, and through which he +could distinguish the blue sky and the waving branches of +the evergreen oaks, and the tendrils of the creepers that +grew from the rocks. After having stood a few minutes in the +cavern, the atmosphere of which was rather warm than damp, +Dantes' eye, habituated as it was to darkness, could pierce +even to the remotest angles of the cavern, which was of +granite that sparkled like diamonds. "Alas," said Edmond, +smiling, "these are the treasures the cardinal has left; and +the good abbe, seeing in a dream these glittering walls, has +indulged in fallacious hopes." + +But he called to mind the words of the will, which 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 +attention. + +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 richs 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 +constructed. + +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 piece, and see, you 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 sailor, that he was +unable even to thank Edmond, whose 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 +sun. + +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: -- + +"Hush, La 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 called, situated 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 appellation, her husband had +bestowed on her the name of La Carconte in place of her +sweet and euphonious name of Madeleine, which, in all +probability, his rude gutteral language would not have +enabled him to pronounce. Still, let 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 profits, and the daily infliction of his peevish +partner's murmurs and lamentations. + +Like other dwellers in the south, he was a man of sober +habits and moderate desires, but fond of external show, +vain, and addicted to display. During the days of his +prosperity, not 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 France, bearing equal +resemblance to the style adopted both by the Catalans and +Andalusians; while La Carconte displayed the charming +fashion prevalent among the women of Arles, a mode of attire +borrowed equally from Greece and Arabia. But, by degrees, +watch-chains, necklaces, parti-colored scarfs, embroidered +bodices, velvet vests, elegantly worked stockings, striped +gaiters, and silver buckles for the shoes, all disappeared; +and Gaspard Caderousse, unable to appear abroad in his +pristine splendor, had given up any further participation in +the pomps and vanities, both for himself and wife, although +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. + +Caderousse, then, was, as usual, at his place of observation +before the door, his eyes glancing listlessly from a piece +of closely shaven grass -- on which some fowls were +industriously, though fruitlessly, endeavoring to turn up +some grain or insect suited to their palate -- to the +deserted road, which led away to the north and south, when +he was aroused by the shrill voice of his wife, and +grumbling to himself as he went, he mounted to her chamber, +first taking care, however, to set the entrance door wide +open, as an invitation to any chance traveller who might be +passing. + +At the moment Caderousse quitted his sentry-like watch +before the door, the 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 +sand, with its sides bordered by tall, meagre trees, +altogether presenting so uninviting an appearance, that no +one in his senses could have imagined that any traveller, at +liberty to regulate his hours for journeying, would 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 +nearer, he would easily have perceived that it consisted of +a man and horse, between whom the kindest and most amiable +understanding appeared to exist. The horse was of Hungarian +breed, and ambled along at an easy pace. His rider was a +priest, dressed in black, and wearing a three-cornered hat; +and, spite of the ardent rays of a noonday sun, the pair +came on with a fair degree of rapidity. + +Having arrived before the Pont du Gard, the 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 priest, dismounting, led 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 +handkerchief, from his pocket, wiped away the perspiration +that streamed from his brow, then, advancing to the door, +struck thrice with the end of his iron-shod stick. At this +unusual sound, a huge black dog came rushing to meet the +daring assailant of his ordinarily tranquil abode, snarling +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 floor, and, with many bows and courteous smiles, mine +host of the Pont du Gard besought his guest to enter. + +"You are welcome, sir, most welcome!" repeated the +astonished Caderousse. "Now, then, Margotin," cried he, +speaking to the dog, "will you be quiet? Pray don't heed +him, sir! -- he only barks, he 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 entertain, Caderousse 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; then, observing in the countenance of the latter +no other expression than extreme surprise at his own want of +attention to an inquiry so courteously worded, he deemed it +as well to terminate this dumb show, and therefore said, +speaking with a strong Italian accent, "You are, I presume, +M. Caderousse?" + +"Yes, sir," answered the host, even more surprised at the +question than he had been by the silence which had preceded +it; "I am Gaspard Caderousse, at your service." + +"Gaspard Caderousse," rejoined the priest. "Yes, -- +Christian and surname are the same. You formerly lived, I +believe in the Allees de Meillan, on 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 Caderousse, who, anxious not to +lose the present opportunity of finding a customer for one +of the few bottles of Cahors still remaining in his +possession, hastily raised a trap-door in the floor of the +apartment they were in, which served both as parlor and +kitchen. Upon issuing forth from his subterranean retreat at +the expiration of five minutes, he found the abbe seated +upon a wooden stool, leaning his elbow on a table, while +Margotin, whose animosity seemed appeased by the unusual +command of the traveller for refreshments, had crept up to +him, and had established himself very comfortably between +his knees, his long, skinny neck resting on his lap, while +his dim eye was fixed earnestly on the traveller's face. + +"Are you quite alone?" inquired the guest, as Caderousse +placed before him the bottle of wine and a glass. + +"Quite, quite alone," replied the man -- "or, at least, +practically so, for my poor wife, who is the only person in +the house besides myself, is laid up with illness, and +unable to render me the least assistance, poor thing!" + +"You are married, then?" said the priest, with a show of +interest, glancing round as he spoke at the scanty +furnishings of the apartment. + +"Ah, sir," said Caderousse with a sigh, "it 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 searching, penetrating glance. + +"Yes, honest -- I can certainly say that much for myself," +continued the inn-keeper, fairly 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 that, sooner or +later, the good will be rewarded, and the wicked punished." + +"Such words as those belong to your profession," answered +Caderousse, "and you do well to repeat them; but," added he, +with a bitter expression of countenance, "one is free to +believe them or not, as one pleases." + +"You are wrong to speak thus," said the abbe; "and perhaps I +may, in my own person, be able to prove to you how +completely you are in error." + +"What mean you?" inquired Caderousse with a look of +surprise. + +"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 Caderousse, whose +countenance flushed darkly as he caught the penetrating gaze +of the abbe fixed on him, while the clear, calm eye of the +questioner seemed to dilate with feverish scrutiny. + +"You remind me," said the priest, "that the young man +concerning whom I asked you was said to bear the name of +Edmond." + +"Said to bear the name!" repeated Caderousse, becoming +excited and eager. "Why, he was so called as truly as I +myself bore the appellation of Gaspard Caderousse; but tell +me, I pray, what has become of poor Edmond? Did you know +him? Is he alive and at liberty? Is he prosperous and +happy?" + +"He died a more wretched, 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 +Caderousse, who turned away, and 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, +there, sir, is another proof that good people are never +rewarded on this earth, and 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 God, if he really hates the wicked, as +he is said to do, send down brimstone and fire, and consume +them altogether?" + +"You speak as though you had loved this young Dantes," +observed the abbe, without taking any notice of his +companion's vehemence. + +"And so I did," replied Caderousse; "though once, I confess, +I envied him his good fortune. But I swear to you, sir, I +swear to you, by everything a man holds dear, I have, since +then, deeply and sincerely lamented his unhappy fate." There +was a brief silence, during which the fixed, searching 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 +voice. + +"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? Ah, sir, the poor fellow told you the +truth." + +"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 abbe, becoming 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 abbe, "who 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 Caderousse, with eager, glowing +looks, "that 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 Caderousse, "fifty thousand francs! +Surely the diamond was as large as a nut to be worth all +that." + +"No," replied the abbe, "it 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 garments, as though hoping to discover the +location of the treasure. Calmly drawing forth from his +pocket a small box covered with black shagreen, the abbe +opened it, and displayed to the dazzled eyes of Caderousse +the sparkling jewel it contained, set in a ring of admirable +workmanship. "And that diamond," cried Caderousse, almost +breathless with eager admiration, "you say, is worth fifty +thousand francs?" + +"It is, without the setting, which is also valuable," +replied the abbe, as he closed the box, and returned it to +his pocket, while 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 abbe, without +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 Caderousse, who was about +to break in upon the abbe's speech, when the latter, waving +his hand, said, "Allow 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 abbe, "I have +forgotten what he called her." + +"Mercedes," said Caderousse eagerly. + +"True," said the abbe, with a stifled sigh, "Mercedes it +was." + +"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 glass, and slowly swallowing its +contents, the abbe, resuming his usual placidity of manner, +said, as 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?" + +"Perfectly." + +"`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 Caderousse, almost +suffocated by the contending passions which assailed him, +"the poor old man did die." + +"I learned so much at Marseilles," replied the abbe, making +a strong effort to appear indifferent; "but from the length +of time that has elapsed since the death of the elder +Dantes, I 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 priest, anxiously and eagerly. + +"Why, of downright starvation." + +"Starvation!" exclaimed the abbe, springing 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 quickly, and saw the sickly countenance +of La Carconte peering between the baluster rails; attracted +by the sound of voices, she had feebly dragged herself down +the stairs, and, seated on the lower step, head on knees, +she had listened to the foregoing conversation. "Mind your +own business, wife," replied Caderousse sharply. "This +gentleman asks me for information, which common politeness +will not permit me to refuse." + +"Politeness, you simpleton!" retorted La Carconte. "What +have you to do with politeness, I 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 abbe, "that 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 poor, silly folks, like my husband +there, have been persuaded to tell all they know, the +promises and assurances of safety are quickly forgotten; and +at some moment when nobody is expecting it, behold trouble +and misery, and all sorts of persecutions, are heaped on the +unfortunate wretches, who 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 +you." + +La Carconte muttered a few inarticulate words, then let her +head again drop upon her knees, and went into a fit of ague, +leaving the two speakers to resume the conversation, but +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 himself, he said, "It +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 +death." + +"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 smile, "that 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 woman, from her seat on the +stairs, "mind what you are saying!" Caderousse made no reply +to these words, though evidently irritated and annoyed by +the interruption, but, addressing the abbe, said, "Can 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 Caderousse, in his +native language, which was not altogether devoid of rude +poetry, "I 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 Carconte, "do as you will; you are +master -- but if you take my advice you'll hold your +tongue." + +"Well, wife," replied Caderousse, "I 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 living, and came to me and begged that I would +candidly tell which were his true and which his false +friends, why, perhaps, I should not hesitate. But you tell +me he is no more, and therefore can have nothing to do with +hatred or revenge, so let all such feeling be buried with +him." + +"You prefer, then," said the abbe, "that 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; besides, what would it be to them? no +more than a drop of water in the ocean." + +"Remember," chimed in La Carconte, "those two could crush +you at a single blow!" + +"How so?" inquired the abbe. "Are these persons, then, so +rich and powerful?" + +"Do you not know their history?" + +"I do not. Pray relate it to me!" Caderousse seemed to +reflect for a few moments, then said, "No, truly, it would +take up too much time." + +"Well, my good friend," returned the abbe, in a tone that +indicated utter indifference on his part, "you 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 saying, the abbe again draw the small box from his +pocket, opened it, and 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 voice, "come here!" + +"Diamond!" exclaimed La Carconte, rising 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 Dantes, which I +believe myself at liberty to divide equally with the four +survivors." + +"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 turn, in a low, muttering 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 treachery, perhaps crime." + +"Remember," answered the abbe calmly, as he replaced the +jewel and its case in the pocket of his cassock, "it 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 extreme, and large drops of +perspiration rolled from his heated brow. As he saw the abbe +rise from his seat and go towards the door, as though to +ascertain if his horse were sufficiently refreshed to +continue his journey, Caderousse and his wife exchanged +looks of deep meaning. + +"There, you see, wife," said the former, "this splendid +diamond might all be ours, if we chose!" + +"Do you believe it?" + +"Why, surely a man of his holy profession would not deceive +us!" + +"Well," replied La Carconte, "do as you like. For my part, I +wash my hands of the affair." So saying, she once more +climbed the staircase leading to her chamber, her body +convulsed with chills, and her teeth rattling in her head, +in spite of the intense heat of the weather. Arrived at the +top stair, she turned round, and called out, in a warning +tone, to her husband, "Gaspard, consider well what you are +about to do!" + +"I have both reflected and decided," answered he. La +Carconte then entered her chamber, the flooring of which +creaked beneath her heavy, uncertain tread, as she proceeded +towards her arm-chair, into which she fell as though +exhausted. + +"Well," asked the abbe, as he returned to the apartment +below, "what 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 me, but simply that +if, through your assistance, I could distribute the legacy +according to the wishes of the testator, why, so much the +better, that is all." + +"I hope it may be so," replied Caderousse, his 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 story, which +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 door, which he closed, and, by way of +still greater precaution, bolted and barred it, as 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 room, where he himself would be in +deep shadow, while the light would be fully thrown on the +narrator; then, with head bent down and hands clasped, or +rather clinched together, he prepared to give his whole +attention to Caderousse, who seated himself on the little +stool, exactly opposite to him. + +"Remember, this is no affair of mine," said the trembling +voice of La Carconte, as 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 Caderousse, "you 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 +priest, and confessions die in my breast. Recollect, our +only desire is to carry out, in a fitting manner, the last +wishes of our friend. Speak, then, without reserve, as +without hatred; tell the truth, the whole truth; I do not +know, never may know, the persons of whom you are about to +speak; besides, I am an Italian, and not a Frenchman, and +belong to God, and not to man, and I shall shortly retire to +my convent, which 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 Caderousse, "I +will, I even believe I ought to undeceive you as to the +friendship which poor Edmond thought so sincere and +unquestionable." + +"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 Caderousse, shaking +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 +moment." + +"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 Caderousse, "we 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 you, does it not, sir?" inquired Caderousse. + +"Yes," replied the abbe, "it 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 +chair, made two turns round the chamber, and 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 abbe, with a shaking hand, seized a glass of water that +was standing by him half-full, swallowed it at one gulp, and +then resumed his seat, with red eyes and pale cheeks. "This +was, indeed, a 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 abbe, "and remember too," +he added in an almost menacing tone, "you have promised to +tell me everything. Tell me, therefore, who are these men +who killed the son with despair, and the father with +famine?" + +"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 +delinquent?" + +"Both, sir; one with a letter, and the other put it in the +post." + +"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, +Faria, Faria, how 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 suddenly, "you were there +yourself." + +"I!" said Caderousse, astonished; "who told you I was +there?" + +The abbe saw he had overshot the mark, and 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 voice, "I was +there." + +"And did you not remonstrate against such infamy?" asked the +abbe; "if not, you were an accomplice." + +"Sir," replied Caderousse, "they 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 God, I swear to you, +because this action, the only one with which I have +seriously to reproach myself in all my life, is no doubt the +cause of my abject condition. I am expiating a moment of +selfishness, and so I always say to La Carconte, when she +complains, `Hold your tongue, woman; it is the will of +God.'" And Caderousse bowed his head with every sign of real +repentance. + +"Well, sir," said the abbe, "you 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 pensively, and 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 +abbe. + +"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 abbe, "is M. Morrel still alive?" + +"Yes," replied Caderousse. + +"In that case," replied the abbe, "he should be rich, +happy." + +Caderousse smiled bitterly. "Yes, happy 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." + +"How?" + +"Yes," continued Caderousse, "so 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 +abbe. + +"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 see, I, who never did a bad action but that +I have told you of -- am in destitution, with my poor wife +dying of fever before my very eyes, and I unable to do +anything in the world for her; I shall die of hunger, as old +Dantes did, while Fernand and Danglars are rolling in +wealth." + +"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 +strongbox." + +"Ah!" said the abbe, in a peculiar tone, "he 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 +lieutenant-general." + +"So that now?" -- inquired the abbe. + +"So that now," continued Caderousse, "he owns a magnificent +house -- No. 27, Rue du Helder, Paris." The abbe opened his +mouth, hesitated for a moment, then, making an effort at +self-control, he said, "And Mercedes -- they tell me that +she has disappeared?" + +"Disappeared," said Caderousse, "yes, as the sun disappears, +to rise the next day with still more splendor." + +"Has she made a fortune also?" inquired the abbe, with 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 +extraordinary, that 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 abbe, with a bitter smile, "that 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 Caderousse, "the 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 +bride-grooms." + +"Well, Mercedes was married," proceeded Caderousse; "but +although in the eyes of the world she appeared calm, she +nearly fainted as she passed La Reserve, where, eighteen +months before, the betrothal had been celebrated with him +whom she might have known she still loved had she looked to +the bottom of her heart. Fernand, more happy, but 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 away, and to depart himself. There were too many +unpleasant possibilities associated with the Catalans, and +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 Caderousse, "little Albert." + +"But, then, to be able to instruct her child," continued the +abbe, "she must have received an education herself. I +understood from Edmond that she was the daughter of a simple +fisherman, beautiful but uneducated." + +"Oh," replied Caderousse, "did 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 rich, a +countess, and 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 +valet-de-chambre." + +"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 time, while his justice +reposes, but there always comes a moment when he remembers +-- and behold -- a proof!" As he spoke, the abbe took the +diamond from his pocket, and giving it to Caderousse, said, +-- "Here, my friend, take this diamond, it is yours." + +"What, for me only?" cried Caderousse, "ah, 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 Caderousse, putting out one hand timidly, +and with the other wiping away the perspiration which +bedewed his brow, -- "Oh, sir, do 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 +-- " + +Caderousse, who touched the diamond, withdrew 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 astonished, went toward a large oaken +cupboard, opened it, and gave the abbe a long purse of faded +red silk, round which were two copper runners that had once +been gilt. The abbe took it, and 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 diamond, and you +might have kept it." + +"Which," said the abbe to himself, "you would have done." +The abbe rose, took his hat and gloves. "Well," he said, +"all you have told me is perfectly true, then, and I may +believe it in every particular." + +"See, sir," replied Caderousse, "in 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 abbe, convinced by his manner and tone +that Caderousse spoke the truth. "'Tis well, and 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 Caderousse, opened the +door himself, got out and mounted his horse, once more +saluted the innkeeper, who kept uttering his loud farewells, +and then returned by the road he had travelled in coming. +When Caderousse turned around, he saw behind him La +Carconte, paler and trembling more than ever. "Is, then, all +that I have heard really true?" she inquired. + +"What? That he has given the diamond to us only?" inquired +Caderousse, half bewildered with joy; "yes, nothing more +true! See, here it is." The woman gazed at it a moment, and +then said, in a gloomy voice, "Suppose 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 said, taking up his hat, which he +placed on the red handkerchief tied round his head, "we 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 haste, and 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 money, but it is not a +fortune." + + + +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 +Beaucaire, a man of about thirty or two and thirty, dressed +in a bright blue frock coat, nankeen trousers, and a white +waistcoat, having the appearance and accent of an +Englishman, presented himself before the mayor of +Marseilles. "Sir," said he, "I am chief clerk of the house +of Thomson & French, of Rome. We are, and have been these +ten years, connected with the house of Morrel & Son, of +Marseilles. We have a hundred thousand francs or thereabouts +loaned on their securities, and we are a little uneasy at +reports that have reached us that the firm is on the brink +of ruin. I have come, therefore, express from Rome, to 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 vessels, and suffered by +three or four bankruptcies; but it is not for me, although 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 me, as mayor, what is my opinion of M. Morrel, and I +shall say that he is a man honorable to the last degree, and +who has up to this time fulfilled every engagement with +scrupulous punctuality. This is all I can say, sir; if you +wish to learn more, address yourself to M. de Boville, the +inspector of prisons, No. 15, Rue de Nouailles; he has, I +believe, two hundred thousand francs in Morrel's hands, and +if there be any grounds for apprehension, as this is a +greater amount than mine, you will most probably find him +better informed than myself." + +The Englishman seemed to appreciate this extreme delicacy, +made his bow and went away, proceeding with a characteristic +British stride towards the street mentioned. M. de Boville +was in his private room, and the Englishman, on perceiving +him, made a gesture of surprise, which seemed to indicate +that it was not the first time he had been in his presence. +As to M. de Boville, he was in such a state of despair, that +it was evident all the faculties of his mind, absorbed in +the thought which occupied him at the moment, did not allow +either his memory or his imagination to stray to the past. +The Englishman, with the coolness of his nation, addressed +him in terms nearly similar to those with which he had +accosted the mayor of Marseilles. "Oh, sir," 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 fortnight, and these two hundred +thousand francs were payable, half on the 15th of this +month, and the other half on the 15th of next month. I had +informed M. Morrel of my desire to have these payments +punctually, and he has been here within the last half-hour +to tell me that if his ship, the Pharaon, did not come into +port on the 15th, he would be wholly unable to make this +payment." + +"But," said the Englishman, "this looks very much like a +suspension of payment." + +"It looks more like bankruptcy!" exclaimed M. de Boville +despairingly. + +The Englishman appeared to reflect a moment, and then said, +-- "From which it would appear, sir, that this credit +inspires you with considerable apprehension?" + +"To tell you the truth, I consider it lost." + +"Well, then, I will buy it of you!" + +"You?" + +"Yes, I!" + +"But at a tremendous discount, of course?" + +"No, for two hundred thousand francs. Our house," added the +Englishman with a laugh, "does not do things in that way." + +"And you will pay" -- + +"Ready money." And the Englishman drew from his pocket a +bundle of bank-notes, which might have been twice the sum M. +de Boville feared to lose. A ray of joy passed across M. de +Boville's countenance, yet he made an effort at +self-control, and said, -- "Sir, I ought to tell you that, +in all probability, you will not realize six per cent of +this sum." + +"That's no affair of mine," replied the Englishman, "that 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 Englishman, laughing, "I 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 +prisoners?" + +"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 curiosity, which a close observer would have +been astonished at discovering in his phlegmatic +countenance. + +"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 +man." + +"Indeed!" said the Englishman. + +"Yes," replied M. de Boville; "I myself had occasion to see +this man in 1816 or 1817, and 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 interposed, "that 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 +another." + +"This tunnel was dug, no doubt, with an intention of +escape?" + +"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 Boville, "but 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?" + +"No." + +"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 +comprehension. + +"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 Boville, in supreme good-humor at +the certainty of recovering his two hundred thousand francs, +-- "no matter, I can fancy it." And he shouted with +laughter. + +"So can I," said the Englishman, and he laughed too; but he +laughed as the English do, "at the end of his teeth." + +"And so," continued the Englishman who first gained his +composure, "he was drowned?" + +"Unquestionably." + +"So that the governor got rid of the dangerous and the crazy +prisoner at the same time?" + +"Precisely." + +"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 +please." + +"So be it," said the Englishman. "But to return to these +registers." + +"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-chair, and placed +before him the register and documents relative to the +Chateau d'If, giving him all the time he desired for the +examination, while 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 +greatly, for 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 accusation, examination, Morrel's +petition, M. de Villefort's marginal notes. He folded up the +accusation quietly, and put it as quietly in his pocket; +read the examination, and saw that the name of Noirtier was +not mentioned in it; perused, too, the application dated +10th April, 1815, in which Morrel, by the deputy procureur's +advice, exaggerated 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 Napoleon, kept back by +Villefort, had become, under the second restoration, a +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 note, placed 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 confinement, and 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 petition, and discovered that the note in +the bracket was the some writing as the certificate -- that +is to say, was in Villefort's handwriting. As to the note +which accompanied this, the Englishman understood that it +might have been added by some inspector who had taken a +momentary interest in Dantes' situation, but who had, from +the remarks we have quoted, found it impossible to give any +effect to the interest he had felt. + +As we have said, the inspector, from discretion, and that he +might not disturb the Abbe Faria's pupil in his researches, +had seated himself in a corner, and 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 Reserve, and which had the postmark, +"Marseilles, 27th Feb., delivery 6 o'clock, P.M." But it +must be said that if he had seen it, he attached so little +importance to this scrap of paper, and so much importance to +his two hundred thousand francs, that he would not have +opposed whatever the Englishman might do, however irregular +it might be. + +"Thanks," said the latter, closing 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 rose, gave his seat to M. de Boville, who +took it without ceremony, and quickly drew up the required +assignment, while 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 warehouse, and +had returned at this date, would have found a great change. +Instead of that air of life, of comfort, and of happiness +that permeates a flourishing and prosperous business +establishment -- instead of merry faces at the windows, busy +clerks hurrying to and fro in the long corridors -- instead +of the court filled with bales of goods, re-echoing with the +cries and the jokes of porters, one 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 office, but two remained. One was a young man of +three or four and twenty, who was in love with M. Morrel's +daughter, and had remained with him in spite of the efforts +of his friends to induce him to withdraw; the other was an +old one-eyed cashier, called "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 +it. + +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: -- + +"Thanks, Cocles; you are the pearl of cashiers " + +Cocles went away perfectly happy, for this eulogium of M. +Morrel, himself 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 resources, and, fearing lest the report of +his distress should get bruited abroad at Marseilles when he +was known to be reduced to such an extremity, he 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 passed, but his resources were now exhausted. Credit, +owing to the reports afloat, was no longer to be had; and to +meet the one hundred thousand francs due on the 10th of the +present month, and the one hundred thousand francs due on +the 15th of the next month to M. de Boville, M. Morrel had, +in reality, no hope but the return of the Pharaon, of whose +departure he had learnt from a vessel which had weighed +anchor at the same time, and which had already arrived in +harbor. But this vessel which, like the Pharaon, came from +Calcutta, had been in for a fortnight, while no intelligence +had been received of the Pharaon. + +Such was the state of affairs when, the day after his +interview with M. de Boville, the confidential clerk of the +house of Thomson & French of Rome, presented himself at M. +Morrel's. Emmanuel received him; this young man was alarmed +by the appearance of every new face, for every new face +might be that of a new creditor, come in anxiety to question +the head of the house. The young man, wishing to spare his +employer the pain of this interview, questioned the +new-comer; but the stranger declared that he had nothing to +say to M. Emmanuel, and that his business was with M. Morrel +in person. Emmanuel sighed, and summoned Cocles. Cocles +appeared, and the young man bade him conduct the stranger to +M. Morrel's apartment. Cocles went first, and the stranger +followed him. On the staircase they met a beautiful girl of +sixteen or seventeen, who looked with anxiety at the +stranger. + +"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 see, Cocles, and if my father is +there, announce 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 Rome, with whom your +father does business." + +The young girl turned pale and continued to descend, while +the stranger and Cocles continued to mount the staircase. +She entered the office where Emmanuel was, while Cocles, by +the aid of a key he possessed, opened a door in the corner +of a landing-place on the second staircase, conducted the +stranger into an ante-chamber, opened a second door, which +he closed behind him, and after having left the clerk of the +house of Thomson & French alone, returned and signed to him +that he could enter. The Englishman entered, and found +Morrel seated at a table, turning over the formidable +columns of his ledger, which contained the list of his +liabilities. At the sight of the stranger, M. Morrel closed +the ledger, arose, and offered a seat to the stranger; and +when he had seen him seated, resumed his own chair. Fourteen +years had changed the worthy merchant, who, in his +thirty-sixth year at the opening of this history, was now in +his fiftieth; his hair had turned white, time and sorrow had +ploughed deep furrows on his brow, and his look, once so +firm and penetrating, was now irresolute and wandering, as +if he feared being forced to fix his attention on some +particular thought or person. The Englishman looked at him +with an air of curiosity, evidently mingled with interest. +"Monsieur," said Morrel, whose uneasiness was increased by +this examination, "you 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 deeply, and passed his hand over his forehead, +which was covered with perspiration. + +"So then, sir," said Morrel, "you 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 Englishman, taking a quantity of papers +from his pocket, "an 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 +holders." + +"I recognize them," said Morrel, whose face was suffused, as +he thought that, for the first time in his life, he 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. + +"Yes, sir," replied the Englishman. "I will not," continued +he, after a moment's silence, "conceal from you, that while +your probity and exactitude up to this moment are +universally acknowledged, yet 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 he, "up 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 another, tell me fairly, shall you pay +these with the same punctuality?" Morrel shuddered, and +looked at the man, who spoke with more assurance than he had +hitherto shown. "To questions frankly put," said he, "a +straightforward answer should be given. Yes, I shall pay, +if, as I hope, my vessel arrives safely; for its arrival +will again procure me the credit which the numerous +accidents, of which I have been the victim, have deprived +me; but if the Pharaon should be lost, and this last +resource be gone" -- the poor man's eyes filled with tears. + +"Well," said the other, "if this last resource fail you?" + +"Well," returned Morrel, "it 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 +payment." + +"Have you no friends who could assist you?" Morrel smiled +mournfully. "In business, sir," said he, "one has no +friends, only 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 +ship." + +"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 Morrel, turning pale, "what is it?" A loud +noise was heard on the stairs of people moving hastily, and +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 another, Morrel trembling in every +limb, the 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 footsteps, which were +those of several persons, stopped at the door. A key was +inserted in the lock of the first door, and the creaking of +hinges was audible. + +"There are only two persons who have the key to that door," +murmured Morrel, "Cocles and Julie." At this instant the +second door opened, and the young girl, her eyes bathed with +tears, appeared. Morrel rose tremblingly, supporting himself +by the arm of the chair. He would have spoken, but his voice +failed him. "Oh, father!" said she, clasping her hands, +"forgive your child for being the bearer of evil tidings." + +Morrel again changed color. Julie threw herself into his +arms. + +"Oh, father, father!" murmured she, "courage!" + +"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 +breast. + +"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. "Thanks, my God," said he, "at least thou +strikest but me alone." A tear moistened the eye of the +phlegmatic Englishman. + +"Come in, come in," said Morrel, "for I presume you are all +at the door." + +Scarcely had he uttered those words than Madame Morrel +entered weeping bitterly. Emmanuel followed her, and 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 himself, and +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 hers, Julie still lay with her head on +his shoulder, Emmanuel 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 man, "and tell us all +about it." + +An old seaman, bronzed by the tropical sun, advanced, +twirling the remains of a tarpaulin between his hands. +"Good-day, M. Morrel," said he, as if he had just quitted +Marseilles the previous evening, and had just returned from +Aix or Toulon. + +"Good-day, Penelon," returned Morrel, who could not refrain +from smiling through his tears, "where 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 cheek, placed his hand before +his mouth, turned his head, and sent a long jet of +tobacco-juice into the antechamber, advanced his foot, +balanced himself, and began, -- "You see, M. Morrel," said +he, "we were somewhere between Cape Blanc and Cape Boyador, +sailing with a fair breeze, south-south-west after a week's +calm, when Captain Gaumard comes up to me -- I was at the +helm I should tell you -- and says, `Penelon, what do you +think of those clouds coming up over there?' I was just then +looking at them myself. `What do I think, captain? Why I +think that they are rising faster than they have any +business to do, and 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. Avast, there, all hands! Take in +the studding-sl's and stow the flying jib.' It was time; the +squall was on us, and the vessel began to heel. `Ah,' said +the captain, `we have still too much canvas set; all hands +lower the mains'l!' Five minutes after, it 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 that, we shall have a tempest, or +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's, haul the brace, lower the +to'gall'nt sails, haul 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 firm, sonorous, and unexpected voice made every one +start. Penelon put his hand over his eyes, and then stared +at the man who thus criticized the manoeuvres of his +captain. "We did better than that, sir," 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 +abated, and the sea gone down, but the water kept rising; +not much, only two inches an hour, but still it rose. Two +inches an hour does not seem much, but in twelve hours that +makes two feet, and three we had before, that makes five. +`Come,' said the captain, `we have done all in our power, +and M. Morrel will have nothing to reproach us with, we have +tried to save the ship, let us now save ourselves. To the +boats, my lads, as quick as you can.' Now," continued +Penelon, "you see, M. Morrel, a sailor is attached to his +ship, but still more to his life, so we did not wait to be +told twice; the more so, that the ship was sinking under us, +and seemed to say, `Get along -- save yourselves.' We soon +launched the boat, and all eight of us got into it. The +captain descended last, or rather, he did not descend, he +would not quit the vessel; so I took him round the waist, +and threw him into the boat, and then I jumped after him. It +was time, for just as I jumped the deck burst with a noise +like the broadside of a man-of-war. Ten minutes after she +pitched forward, then the other way, spun round and round, +and then good-by to the Pharaon. As for us, we were three +days without anything to eat or drink, so that we began to +think of drawing lots who should feed the rest, when we saw +La Gironde; we made signals of distress, she perceived us, +made for us, and took us all on board. There now, M. Morrel, +that's the whole truth, on the honor of a sailor; is not it +true, you fellows there?" A general murmur of approbation +showed that the narrator had faithfully detailed their +misfortunes and sufferings. + +"Well, well," said M. Morrel, "I 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 said, Give them, besides, two hundred francs +over as a present; but times are changed, and the little +money that remains to me is not my own." + +Penelon turned to his companions, and exchanged a few words +with them. + +"As for that, M. Morrel," said he, again turning his quid, +"as for that" -- + +"As for what?" + +"The money." + +"Well" -- + +"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 employer, enter +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. "What, M. +Morrel!" said he in a low voice, "you send us away; you are +then angry with us!" + +"No, no," said M. Morrel, "I 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; "well, then, you'll build +some; we'll wait for you." + +"I have no money to build ships with, Penelon," said the +poor owner mournfully, "so 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 Morrel, almost overpowered; "leave +me, I pray you; we shall meet again in a happier time. +Emmanuel, go with them, and see that my orders are +executed." + +"At least, we shall see each other again, M. Morrel?" asked +Penelon. + +"Yes; I hope so, at least. Now go." He made a sign to +Cocles, who 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 & French, who +had remained motionless in the corner during this scene, in +which he had taken no part, except the few words we have +mentioned. The two women looked at this person whose +presence they had entirely forgotten, and retired; but, as +she left the apartment, Julie gave the stranger a +supplicating glance, to 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 +all, and I have nothing further to tell you." + +"I see," returned the Englishman, "that 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 stranger, "I 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 Morrel, "will the house of Thomson & French +consent?" + +"Oh, I take everything on myself. To-day is the 5th of +June." + +"Yes." + +"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 +money." + +"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 renewed, the old ones destroyed, and 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 blessings, conducted him to +the staircase. The stranger met Julie on the stairs; she +pretended to be descending, but in reality she was waiting +for him. "Oh, sir" -- said she, clasping her hands. + +"Mademoiselle," said the stranger, "one 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 +husband." + +Julie uttered a faint cry, blushed like a rose, and leaned +against the baluster. The stranger waved his hand, and +continued to descend. In the court he found Penelon, who, +with a rouleau of a hundred francs in either hand, seemed +unable to make up his mind to retain them. "Come with me, my +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 least, was to the poor +shipowner so decided a stroke of good fortune that he almost +dared to believe that fate was at length grown weary of +wasting her spite upon him. The same day he told his wife, +Emmanuel, and his daughter all that had occurred; and a ray +of hope, if not of tranquillity, returned to the family. +Unfortunately, however, Morrel had not only engagements with +the house of Thomson & French, who had shown themselves so +considerate towards him; and, as he had said, in business he +had correspondents, and not friends. When he thought the +matter over, he 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 +300,000 francs, and have those 300,000 francs at the end of +three months than hasten his ruin, and get only six or eight +per cent of our money back again." Unfortunately, whether +through envy or stupidity, all 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 exactitude, and, thanks to the delay +granted by the Englishman, were 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 50,000 francs of M. +de Boville, and on the 30th the 32,500 francs of bills, for +which, as well as the debt due to the inspector of prisons, +he had time granted, he must be a ruined man. + +The opinion of all the commercial men was that, under the +reverses which had successively weighed down Morrel, it was +impossible for him to remain solvent. Great, therefore, was +the astonishment when at the end of the month, he cancelled +all his obligations with his usual punctuality. Still +confidence was not restored to all minds, and the general +opinion was that the complete ruin of the unfortunate +shipowner had been postponed only until the end of the +month. The month passed, and Morrel made extraordinary +efforts to get in all his resources. Formerly his paper, at +any date, was taken with confidence, and was even in +request. Morrel now tried to negotiate bills at ninety days +only, and none of the banks would give him credit. +Fortunately, Morrel had some funds coming in on which he +could rely; and, as they reached him, he 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 after, or two days after his visit to +Morrel, he had disappeared; and as in that city he had had +no intercourse but with the mayor, the inspector of prisons, +and M. Morrel, his departure left no trace except in the +memories of these three persons. As to the sailors of the +Pharaon, they must have found snug berths elsewhere, for +they also had disappeared. + +Captain Gaumard, recovered from his illness, had returned +from Palma. He delayed presenting himself at Morrel's, but +the owner, hearing of his arrival, went to see him. The +worthy shipowner knew, from Penelon's recital, of the +captain's brave conduct during the storm, and 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 staircase, Morrel met Penelon, who was going +up. Penelon had, it would seem, made good use of his money, +for he was newly clad. When he saw his employer, the worthy +tar seemed much embarrassed, drew on one side into the +corner of the landing-place, passed his quid from one cheek +to the other, stared stupidly with his great eyes, and 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 was, no doubt, engaged on board some +other vessel, and thus his bashfulness arose from the fact +of his not having, if we may so express ourselves, worn +mourning for the Pharaon longer. Perhaps he had come to tell +Captain Gaumard of his good luck, and to offer him +employment from his new master. "Worthy fellows!" said +Morrel, as he went away, "may 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 +mailcoach, and then it was said that the bills would go to +protest at the end of the month, and that Morrel had gone +away and left his chief clerk Emmanuel, and his cashier +Cocles, to meet the creditors. But, contrary to all +expectation, when the 31st of August came, the house opened +as usual, and Cocles appeared behind the grating of the +counter, examined all bills presented with the usual +scrutiny, and, from first to last, paid all with the usual +precision. There came in, moreover, two drafts which M. +Morrel had fully anticipated, and which Cocles paid as +punctually as the bills which the shipowner had accepted. +All this was incomprehensible, and then, with the tenacity +peculiar to prophets of bad news, the failure was put off +until the end of September. On the 1st, Morrel returned; he +was awaited by his family with extreme anxiety, for from +this journey to Paris they hoped great things. Morrel had +thought of Danglars, who was now immensely rich, and had +lain under great obligations to Morrel in former days, since +to him it was owing that Danglars entered the service of the +Spanish banker, with 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 francs, and had +unlimited credit. Danglars, then, without taking a crown +from his pocket, could save Morrel; he had but to pass his +word for a loan, and Morrel was saved. Morrel had long +thought of Danglars, but had kept away from some instinctive +motive, and had delayed as long as possible availing himself +of this last resource. And Morrel was right, for he returned +home crushed by the humiliation of a refusal. Yet, on his +arrival, Morrel did not utter a complaint, or say one harsh +word. He embraced his weeping wife and daughter, pressed +Emmanuel's hand with friendly warmth, and then going to his +private room on the second floor had sent for Cocles. +"Then," said the two women to Emmanuel, "we are indeed +ruined." + +It was agreed in a brief council held among them, that Julie +should write to her brother, who 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. Besides, Maximilian Morrel, +though hardly two and twenty, had great influence over his +father. He was a strong-minded, upright young man. At the +time when he decided on his profession his father had no +desire to choose for him, but had consulted young +Maximilian's taste. He had at once declared for a military +life, and had in consequence studied hard, passed +brilliantly through the Polytechnic School, and left it as +sub-lieutenant of the 53d of the line. For a year he had +held this rank, and expected promotion on the first vacancy. +In his regiment Maximilian Morrel was noted for his rigid +observance, not only of the obligations imposed on a +soldier, but 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 it, and 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 event, for the moment after Morrel had entered his +private office with Cocles, Julie saw the latter leave it +pale, trembling, and his features betraying the utmost +consternation. She would have questioned him as he passed by +her, but the worthy creature hastened down the staircase +with unusual precipitation, and only raised his hands to +heaven and exclaimed, "Oh, 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 ledgers, a portfolio, and a bag of money. + +Morrel examined the ledgers, opened the portfolio, and +counted the money. All his funds amounted to 6,000, or 8,000 +francs, his bills receivable up to the 5th to 4,000 or +5,000, which, making the best of everything, gave him 14,000 +francs to meet debts amounting to 287,500 francs. He had not +even the means for making a possible settlement on account. +However, when Morrel went down to his dinner, he 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 club, and read the Semaphore; this day he did not +leave the house, but returned to his office. + +As to Cocles, he seemed completely bewildered. For part of +the day he went into the court-yard, seated himself on a +stone with his head bare and exposed to the blazing sun. +Emmanuel tried to comfort the women, but his eloquence +faltered. The young man was too well acquainted with the +business of the house, not to feel that a great catastrophe +hung over the Morrel family. Night came, the two women had +watched, hoping that when he left his room Morrel would come +to them, but they heard him pass before their door, and +trying to conceal the noise of his footsteps. They listened; +he went into his sleeping-room, and fastened the door +inside. Madame Morrel sent her daughter to bed, and half an +hour after Julie had retired, she rose, took off her shoes, +and went stealthily along the passage, to see through the +keyhole what her husband was doing. In the passage she saw a +retreating shadow; it was Julie, who, uneasy herself, had +anticipated her mother. The young lady went towards Madame +Morrel. + +"He is writing," she said. They had understood each other +without speaking. Madame Morrel looked again through the +keyhole, Morrel was writing; but Madame Morrel remarked, +what her daughter had not observed, that her husband was +writing on stamped paper. The terrible idea that he was +writing his will flashed across her; she shuddered, and yet +had not strength to utter a word. Next day M. Morrel seemed +as calm as ever, went into his office as usual, came to his +breakfast punctually, and then, after dinner, he placed his +daughter beside him, took her head in his arms, and held her +for a long time against his bosom. In the evening, Julie +told her mother, that 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 September, M. Morrel asked his daughter for the +key of his study. Julie trembled at this request, which +seemed to her of bad omen. Why did her father ask for this +key which she always kept, and which was only taken from her +in childhood as a punishment? The young girl looked at +Morrel. + +"What have I done wrong, father," she said, "that you should +take this key from me?" + +"Nothing, my dear," replied the unhappy man, the 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 +out, but instead of going to her apartment she hastened to +consult Emmanuel. "Do not give this key to your father," +said he, "and to-morrow morning, if possible, do not quit +him for a moment." She questioned Emmanuel, but he knew +nothing, or would not say what he knew. During the night, +between the 4th and 5th of September, Madame Morrel remained +listening for every sound, and, until three o'clock in the +morning, she 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 wife, more affectionate to +his daughter, than he had ever been. He could not cease +gazing at and kissing the sweet girl. Julie, mindful of +Emmanuel's request, was following her father when he quitted +the room, but he said to her quickly, -- "Remain with your +mother, dearest." 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. + +"Maximilian, my dearest brother!" she cried. At these words +Madame Morrel rose, and threw herself into her son's arms. +"Mother," said the young man, looking alternately at Madame +Morrel and her daughter, "what has occurred -- what has +happened? Your letter has frightened me, and I have come +hither with all speed." + +"Julie," said Madame Morrel, making a sign to the young man, +"go and tell your father that Maximilian has just arrived." +The young lady rushed out of the apartment, but 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 said, handing 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 Meillan, enter the house +No. 15, ask the porter for the key of the room on the fifth +floor, enter the apartment, take from the corner of the +mantelpiece a purse netted in red silk, and 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 cry, raised her eyes, looked +round to question the messenger, but he had disappeared. She +cast her eyes again over the note to peruse it a second +time, and 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; +indeed, it may be observed, that it is usually unknown +perils that inspire the greatest terror. + +Julie hesitated, and resolved to take counsel. Yet, through +a singular impulse, it was neither to her mother nor her +brother that she applied, but 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's, related the scene +on the staircase, repeated the promise she had made, and +showed him the letter. "You must go, then, mademoiselle," +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 Musee, and if you are +so long absent as to make me uneasy, I will hasten to rejoin +you, and woe to him of whom you shall have cause to complain +to me!" + +"Then, Emmanuel?" said the young girl with hesitation, "it +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 moment, but his desire to make Julie +decide immediately made him reply. + +"Listen," he said; "to-day is the 5th of September, is it +not?" + +"Yes." + +"To-day, then, at eleven o'clock, your father has nearly +three hundred thousand francs to pay?" + +"Yes, we know that." + +"Well, then," continued Emmanuel, "we 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 she, hastening away with the +young man. During this time, Madame Morrel had told her son +everything. The young man knew quite well that, after 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. Then, rushing hastily +out of the apartment, he ran up-stairs, expecting to find +his father in his study, but he rapped there in vain. + +While he was yet at the door of the study he heard the +bedroom door open, turned, and saw his father. Instead of +going direct to his study, M. Morrel had returned to his +bed-chamber, which he was only this moment quitting. Morrel +uttered a cry of surprise at the sight of his son, of 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 staircase, and 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 Morrel, looking 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 study, while +Maximilian followed him, trembling as he went. Morrel opened +the door, and closed it behind his son; then, crossing the +anteroom, went 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 pay, within half an hour, 287,500 francs. All +he possessed was 15,257 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 +possible, father, to meet this disastrous result?" asked the +young man, after a moment's pause. "I have," replied Morrel. + +"You have no money coming in on which you can rely?" + +"None." + +"You have exhausted every resource?" + +"All." + +"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 pistols, he said, "There 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 Morrel, "it 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 moment, then an expression of +sublime resignation appeared in his eyes, and with a slow +and sad gesture he took off his two epaulets, the insignia +of his rank. "Be it so, then, my father," he said, extending +his hand to Morrel, "die in peace, my father; I will live." +Morrel was about to cast himself on his knees before his +son, but Maximilian caught him in his arms, and those two +noble hearts were pressed against each other for a moment. +"You know it is not my fault," said Morrel. Maximilian +smiled. "I know, father, you 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 man, bending his knee, "bless +me!" Morrel took the head of his son between his two hands, +drew him forward, and kissing his forehead several times +said, "Oh, 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 man, "why 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 groan, but appeared resigned. + +"And now," said Morrel, "leave 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 interview, and therefore he had suggested it. +Morrel shook his head. "I saw her this morning, and bade her +adieu." + +"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. "Go, leave me; I +would be alone. You will find my will in the secretary in my +bedroom." + +The young man remained standing and motionless, having but +the force of will and not the power of execution. + +"Hear me, Maximilian," said his father. "Suppose I was a +soldier like you, and ordered to carry a certain redoubt, +and you knew I must be killed in the assault, would you not +say to me, as you said just now, `Go, father; for you are +dishonored by delay, and death is preferable to shame!'" + +"Yes, yes," said the young man, "yes;" and once again +embracing his father with convulsive pressure, he said, "Be +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 arm, he pulled the bell. +After a moment's interval, Cocles 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 +describe, "do 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 head, went into the +anteroom, and 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 rapidity, he +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 young, he was surrounded by the loving care of +a devoted family, but he had convinced himself by a course +of reasoning, illogical perhaps, yet certainly plausible, +that he must separate himself from all he held dear in the +world, even life itself. To form the slightest idea of his +feelings, one 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 hand, took one up, and murmured his +daughter's name. Then he laid it down seized his pen, and +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 clock, counting time now not by minutes, but by +seconds. He took up the deadly weapon again, his lips parted +and his eyes fixed on the clock, and 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 brow, a +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 Cocles, "The 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 girl, out of breath, and half dead +with joy -- "saved, you are saved!" And she threw herself +into his arms, holding in her extended hand a red, netted +silk purse. + +"Saved, my child!" said Morrel; "what do you mean?" + +"Yes, saved -- saved! See, see!" said the young girl. + +Morrel took the purse, and started as he did so, for a vague +remembrance reminded him that it once belonged to himself. +At one end was the receipted bill for the 287,000 francs, +and at the other was a diamond as large as a hazel-nut, with +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. "Explain, my +child," he said, "Explain, my 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 Morrel, "this purse is not yours!" Julie handed +to her father the letter she had received in the morning. + +"And did you go alone?" asked Morrel, after 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 +entered, his 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 chair, his +strength was failing him; his understanding weakened by such +events, refused to comprehend such incredible, unheard-of, +fabulous facts. But his son came in. "Father," cried +Maximilian, "how could you say the Pharaon was lost? The +lookout has signalled her, and they say she is now coming +into port." + +"My dear friends," said Morrel, "if 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 hand, the acceptance receipted -- the splendid +diamond. + +"Ah, sir," exclaimed Cocles, "what can it mean? -- the +Pharaon?" + +"Come, dear ones," said Morrel, rising from his seat, "let +us go and see, and heaven have pity upon us if it be false +intelligence!" They all went out, and on the stairs met +Madame Morrel, who 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 +Pharaon, the Pharaon!" said every voice. + +And, wonderful to see, in front of the tower of Saint-Jean, +was a ship bearing on her stern these words, printed in +white letters, "The Pharaon, Morrel & Son, of Marseilles." +She was the exact duplicate of the other Pharaon, and +loaded, as that had been, with cochineal and indigo. She +cast anchor, clued up sails, and on the deck was Captain +Gaumard giving orders, and good old Penelon making signals +to M. Morrel. To doubt any longer was impossible; there was +the evidence of the senses, and ten thousand persons who +came to corroborate the testimony. As Morrel and his son +embraced on the pier-head, in the presence and amid the +applause of the whole city witnessing this event, a man, +with his face half-covered by a black beard, and who, +concealed behind the sentry-box, watched the scene with +delight, uttered these words in a low tone: "Be happy, noble +heart, be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt +do hereafter, and let my gratitude remain in obscurity like +your good deeds." + +And with a smile expressive of supreme content, he left his +hiding-place, and without being observed, descended one of +the flights of steps provided for debarkation, and hailing +three times, shouted "Jacopo, Jacopo, Jacopo!" Then a launch +came to shore, took him on board, and conveyed him to a +yacht splendidly fitted up, on whose deck he sprung with the +activity of a sailor; thence he once again looked towards +Morrel, who, weeping with joy, was shaking hands most +cordially with all the crowd around him, and thanking with a +look the unknown benefactor whom he seemed to be seeking in +the skies. "And now," said the unknown, "farewell kindness, +humanity, and 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 +signal, and, as if only awaiting this signal, the yacht +instantly put out to sea. + + + +Chapter 31 +Italy: Sinbad the Sailor. + +Towards the beginning of the year 1838, two young men +belonging to the first society of Paris, the Vicomte Albert +de Morcerf and the Baron Franz d'Epinay, were at Florence. +They had agreed to see the Carnival at Rome that year, and +that Franz, who for the last three or four years had +inhabited Italy, should 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 Popolo, or the Campo Vaccino, they wrote to +Signor Pastrini, the proprietor of the Hotel de Londres, +Piazza di Spagna, to reserve comfortable apartments for +them. Signor Pastrini replied that he had only two rooms and +a parlor on the third floor, which 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 Franz, he remained at +Florence, and after having passed a few days in exploring +the paradise of the Cascine, and spending two or three +evenings at the houses of the Florentine nobility, he took a +fancy into his head (having already visited Corsica, the +cradle of Bonaparte) to visit Elba, the waiting-place of +Napoleon. + +One evening he cast off the painter of a sailboat from the +iron ring that secured it to the dock at Leghorn, wrapped +himself in his coat and lay down, and 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 island, after having +followed the traces which the footsteps of the giant have +left, and re-embarked for Marciana. Two hours after he again +landed at Pianosa, where he was assured that red partridges +abounded. The sport was bad; Franz only succeeded in killing +a few partridges, and, like every unsuccessful sportsman, he +returned to the boat very much out of temper. "Ah, if your +excellency chose," said the captain, "you might have capital +sport." + +"Where?" + +"Do you see that island?" continued the captain, pointing 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 time, and his apartments at Rome +were not yet available, he accepted the proposition. Upon +his answer in the affirmative, the 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 captain, "but 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 orders, the helm was put up, and the +boat was soon sailing in the direction of the island. Franz +waited until all was in order, and when the sail was filled, +and the four sailors had taken their places -- three +forward, and one at the helm -- he resumed the conversation. +"Gaetano," said he to the captain, "you 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 +Marryat." + +"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 Franz, who lay wrapped in his cloak at the +bottom of the boat, "why do not those who have been +plundered complain to the French, Sardinian, or Tuscan +governments?" + +"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 +captain, "why 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 expedition, Franz would have hesitated, but +now that they had started, he thought it would be cowardly +to draw back. He was one of those men who do not rashly +court danger, but if danger presents itself, combat it with +the most unalterable coolness. Calm and resolute, he treated +any peril as he would an adversary in a duel, -- calculated +its probable method of approach; retreated, if at all, as a +point of strategy and not from cowardice; was quick to see +an opening for attack, and won victory at a single thrust. +"Bah!" said he, "I 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 Gaetano, "but 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 +Cristo." + +The wind blew strongly, the boat made six or seven knots an +hour, and they were rapidly reaching the end of their +voyage. As they drew near the island seemed to lift from the +sea, and the air was so clear that they could already +distinguish the rocks heaped on one another, like cannon +balls in an arsenal, with green bushes and trees growing in +the crevices. As for the sailors, although they appeared +perfectly tranquil yet it was evident that they were on the +alert, and that they carefully watched the glassy surface +over which they were sailing, and on which a few +fishing-boats, with their white sails, were alone visible. +They were within fifteen miles of Monte Cristo when the sun +began to set behind Corsica, whose mountains appeared +against the sky, showing their rugged peaks in bold relief; +this mass of rock, like the giant Adamastor, rose dead +ahead, a formidable barrier, and 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 instant, like the fiery crest of a +volcano, then gloom gradually covered the summit as it had +covered the base, and the island now only appeared to be a +gray mountain that grew continually darker; half an hour +after, the night was quite dark. + +Fortunately, the mariners were used to these latitudes, and +knew every rock in the Tuscan Archipelago; for in the midst +of this obscurity Franz was not without uneasiness -- +Corsica had long since disappeared, and Monte Cristo itself +was invisible; but the sailors seemed, like the lynx, to see +in the dark, and the pilot who steered did not evince the +slightest hesitation. An hour had passed since the sun had +set, when Franz fancied he saw, at a quarter of a mile to +the left, a dark mass, but he could not precisely make out +what it was, and fearing to excite the mirth of the sailors +by mistaking a floating cloud for land, he remained silent; +suddenly a great light appeared on the strand; land might +resemble a cloud, but 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 Gaetano, repeating Franz's +words. "It is for that reason I have given orders to pass +the island, for, as you see, the 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 darkness, you 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 Gaetano, fixing +his eyes on this terrestrial star. + +"How can you find out?" + +"You shall see." Gaetano consulted with his companions, and +after five minutes' discussion a manoeuvre was executed +which caused the vessel to tack about, they returned the way +they had come, and in a few minutes the fire disappeared, +hidden by an elevation of the land. The pilot again changed +the course of the boat, which rapidly approached the island, +and was soon within fifty paces of it. Gaetano lowered the +sail, and the boat came to rest. All this was done in +silence, and from the moment that their course was changed +not a word was spoken. + +Gaetano, who had proposed the expedition, had taken all the +responsibility on himself; the four sailors fixed their eyes +on him, while they got out their oars and held themselves in +readiness to row away, which, thanks to the darkness, would +not be difficult. As for Franz, he examined his arms with +the utmost coolness; he had two double-barrelled guns and a +rifle; he loaded them, looked at the priming, and waited +quietly. During this time the captain had thrown off his +vest and shirt, and secured his trousers round his waist; +his feet were naked, so he had no shoes and stockings to +take off; after these preparations he placed his finger on +his lips, and 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 +hour, when the same luminous track was again observed, and +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 +smugglers?" + +"Alas," returned the captain with an accent of the most +profound pity, "we 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 Franz, "then you are a smuggler occasionally, +Gaetano?" + +"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 Franz, calculating +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 Franz, continuing his +investigation. + +"I mean that they have killed an enemy, which is a very +different thing," returned the captain. + +"Well," said the young man, "let us demand hospitality of +these smugglers and bandits. Do you think they will grant +it?" + +"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 +precautions." + +"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 who, like Franz, viewed his +position in its true light, it was a grave one. He was alone +in the darkness with sailors whom he did not know, and who +had no reason to be devoted to him; who knew that he had +several thousand francs in his belt, and who had often +examined his weapons, -- which were very beautiful, -- if +not with envy, at least with curiosity. On the other hand, +he was about to land, without any other escort than these +men, on an island which had, indeed, a very religious name, +but which did not seem to Franz likely to afford him much +hospitality, thanks to the smugglers and bandits. The +history of the scuttled vessels, which had appeared +improbable during the day, seemed very probable at night; +placed as he was between two possible sources of danger, he +kept his eye on the crew, and his gun in his hand. The +sailors had again hoisted sail, and the vessel was once more +cleaving the waves. Through the darkness Franz, whose eyes +were now more accustomed to it, could see the looming shore +along which the boat was sailing, and then, as they rounded +a rocky point, he saw the fire more brilliant than ever, and +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; then, when they +were opposite the fire, he steered to the centre of the +circle, singing a fishing song, of which his companions sung +the chorus. At the first words of the song the men seated +round the fire arose and approached the landing-place, their +eyes fixed on the boat, evidently 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 fire, at which the +carcass of a goat was roasting. When the boat was within +twenty paces of the shore, the man on the beach, who carried +a carbine, presented arms after the manner of a sentinel, +and cried, "Who comes there?" in Sardinian. Franz coolly +cocked both barrels. Gaetano then exchanged a few words with +this man which the traveller did not understand, but which +evidently concerned him. "Will your excellency give your +name, or 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 answer, the sentinel gave an order to one of the men +seated round the fire, who rose and disappeared among the +rocks. Not a word was spoken, every one seemed occupied, +Franz with his disembarkment, the 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 sentinel, who, turning to the boat, +said, "S'accommodi." The Italian s'accommodi is +untranslatable; it means at once, "Come, 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 shore, exchanged a few words with the sentinel, then his +comrades disembarked, and lastly came Franz. One of his guns +was swung over his shoulder, Gaetano had the other, and a +sailor held his rifle; his dress, half artist, half dandy, +did not excite any suspicion, and, consequently, no +disquietude. The boat was moored to the shore, and they +advanced a few paces to find a comfortable bivouac; but, +doubtless, the spot they chose did not suit the smuggler who +filled the post of sentinel, for he cried out, "Not that +way, if you please." + +Gaetano faltered an excuse, and advanced to the opposite +side, while two sailors kindled torches at the fire to light +them on their way. They advanced about thirty paces, and +then stopped at a small esplanade surrounded with rocks, in +which seats had been cut, not unlike sentry-boxes. Around in +the crevices of the rocks grew a few dwarf oaks and thick +bushes of myrtles. Franz lowered a torch, and saw by the +mass of cinders that had accumulated that he was not the +first to discover this retreat, which was, doubtless, one of +the halting-places of the wandering visitors of Monte +Cristo. As for his suspicions, once on terra firma, once +that he had seen the indifferent, if not friendly, +appearance of his hosts, his anxiety had quite disappeared, +or rather, at sight of the goat, had turned to appetite. He +mentioned this to Gaetano, who replied that nothing could be +more easy than to prepare a supper when they had in their +boat, bread, wine, half a dozen partridges, and a good fire +to roast them by. "Besides," added he, "if the smell of +their roast meat tempts you, I 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 +impatiently, inhaling the aroma of the roasted meat, when +the captain returned with a mysterious air. + +"Well," said Franz, "anything new? -- do they refuse?" + +"On the contrary," returned Gaetano, "the chief, who was +told you were a young Frenchman, invites you to sup with +him." + +"Well," observed Franz, "this chief is very polite, and I +see no objection -- the more so as I bring my share of the +supper." + +"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 +say." + +"You know this chief, then?" + +"I have heard talk of him." + +"Favorably or otherwise?" + +"Both." + +"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 Gaetano, to see, +if possible, what he thought of this proposal. "Ah," replied +he, guessing Franz's thought, "I know this is a serious +matter." + +"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 Gaetano, lowering his voice, "I 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 Franz, reseating 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 +tales." + +"Do you know," observed Franz, "that 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 moments, concluded that +a man so rich could not have any intention of plundering him +of what little he had, and seeing only the prospect of a +good supper, accepted. Gaetano departed with the reply. +Franz was prudent, and wished to learn all he possibly could +concerning his host. He turned towards the sailor, who, +during this dialogue, had sat gravely plucking the +partridges with the air of a man proud of his office, and +asked him how these men had landed, as no vessel of any kind +was visible. + +"Never mind that," returned the sailor, "I know their +vessel." + +"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 +Genoa?" + +"I did not say that the owner was a smuggler," replied the +sailor. + +"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 Franz, "he 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?" + +"Yes." + +"And where does he reside?" + +"On the sea." + +"What country does he come from?" + +"I do not know." + +"Have you ever seen him?" + +"Sometimes." + +"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 +palace?" + +"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 Franz, "this is an Arabian Nights' +adventure." + +"His excellency waits for you," said a voice, which he +recognized as that of the sentinel. He was accompanied by +two of the yacht's crew. Franz drew his handkerchief from +his pocket, and presented it to the man who had spoken to +him. Without uttering a word, they 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 arms, and he went on, +guided by them, and preceded by the sentinel. After going +about thirty paces, he smelt the appetizing odor of the kid +that was roasting, and 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. Presently, by a change in the atmosphere, he +knew that they were entering a cave; after going on for a +few seconds more he heard a crackling, and it seemed to him +as though the atmosphere again changed, and became balmy and +perfumed. At length his feet touched on a thick and soft +carpet, and his guides let go their hold of him. There was a +moment's silence, and then a voice, in excellent French, +although, with a foreign accent, said, "Welcome, sir. I beg +you will remove your bandage." It may be supposed, then, +Franz did not wait for a repetition of this permission, but +took off the handkerchief, and found himself in the presence +of a man from thirty-eight to forty years of age, dressed in +a Tunisian costume -- that is to say, a red cap with a long +blue silk tassel, a vest of black cloth embroidered with +gold, pantaloons of deep red, large and full gaiters of the +same color, embroidered with gold like the vest, and yellow +slippers; he had a splendid cashmere round his waist, and a +small sharp and crooked cangiar was passed through his +girdle. Although of a paleness that was almost livid, this +man had a remarkably handsome face; his eyes were +penetrating and sparkling; his nose, quite straight, and +projecting direct from the brow, was of the pure Greek type, +while his teeth, as white as pearls, were set off to +admiration by the black mustache that encircled them. + +His pallor was so peculiar, that it seemed to pertain to one +who had been long entombed, and who was incapable of +resuming the healthy glow and hue of life. He was not +particularly tall, but extremely well made, and, like the +men of the south, had small hands and feet. But what +astonished Franz, who had treated Gaetano's description as a +fable, was 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 +divan, surmounted with a stand of Arabian swords in silver +scabbards, and the handles resplendent with gems; from the +ceiling hung a lamp of Venetian glass, of beautiful shape +and color, while the feet rested on a Turkey carpet, in +which they sunk to the instep; tapestry hung before the door +by which Franz had entered, and also in front of another +door, leading into a second apartment which seemed to be +brilliantly illuminated. The host gave Franz time to recover +from his surprise, and, moreover, returned 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 as, during the greater portion of +the year, this island is deserted, if the secret of this +abode were discovered. I should doubtless, find on my return +my temporary retirement in a state of great disorder, which +would be exceedingly annoying, not for the loss it +occasioned me, but 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 unpleasantness, and offer you what no doubt +you did not expect to find here -- that is to say, a +tolerable supper and pretty comfortable beds." + +"Ma foi, my dear sir," replied Franz, "make 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 +Nights.'" + +"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 aside, and +a Nubian, black as ebony, and dressed in a plain white +tunic, made 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 opinion, but 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 observe, that 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 myself, that I may put you at your ease, I tell +you that I am generally called `Sinbad the Sailor.'" + +"And I," replied Franz, "will 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 +amphitryon, "you 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 words, moving +aside the tapestry, Sinbad preceded his guest. Franz now +looked upon another scene of enchantment; the table was +splendidly covered, and 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 marble, with antique bas-reliefs of +priceless value; and at the four corners of this apartment, +which was oblong, were four magnificent statues, having +baskets in their hands. These baskets contained four +pyramids of most splendid fruit; there were Sicily +pine-apples, pomegranates from Malaga, oranges from the +Balearic Isles, peaches from France, and dates from Tunis. +The supper consisted of a roast pheasant garnished with +Corsican blackbirds; a boar's ham with jelly, a quarter of a +kid with tartar sauce, a glorious turbot, and a gigantic +lobster. Between these large dishes were smaller ones +containing various dainties. The dishes were of silver, and +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 table, and +acquitted himself so admirably, that the guest complimented +his host thereupon. "Yes," replied he, while he did the +honors of the supper with much ease and grace -- "yes, he is +a poor devil who is much devoted to me, and does all he can +to prove it. He remembers that I saved his life, and as he +has a regard for his head, he feels some gratitude towards +me for having kept it on his shoulders." Ali approached his +master, took his hand, and kissed it. + +"Would it be impertinent, Signor Sinbad," said Franz, "to +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 day, the +hand the second, and the head the third. I always had a +desire to have a mute in my service, so learning the day his +tongue was cut out, I went to the bey, and proposed to give +him for Ali a splendid double-barreled gun which I knew he +was very desirous of having. He hesitated a moment, he 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 pieces, the bey +yielded, and agreed to forgive the hand and head, but on +condition that the poor fellow never again set foot in +Tunis. This was a useless clause in the bargain, for +whenever the coward sees the first glimpse of the shores of +Africa, he runs down below, and can only be induced to +appear again when we are out of sight of that quarter of the +globe." + +Franz remained a moment silent and pensive, hardly knowing +what to think of the half-kindness, half-cruelty, with 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 +travelling?" + +"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 calmness, his eyes gave forth gleams of +extraordinary ferocity. + +"You have suffered a great deal, sir?" said Franz +inquiringly. + +Sinbad started and looked fixedly at him, as he replied, +"What makes you suppose so?" + +"Everything," answered Franz, -- "your voice, your look, +your pallid complexion, and 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 Franz, "you seem to me like a man who, +persecuted by society, has a fearful account to settle with +it." + +"Ah," responded Sinbad, laughing with his singular laugh +which displayed his white and sharp teeth. "You have not +guessed rightly. Such as you see me I am, a sort of +philosopher, and one day perhaps I shall go to Paris to +rival Monsieur Appert, and the little man in the blue +cloak." + +"And will that be the first time you ever took that +journey?" + +"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 host, "but, 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 dessert, or 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 paste, something 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 it, and 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 vase, can 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 Franz, "this 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 +seeing, without regarding it, or if we do see and regard it, +yet without recognizing it. Are you a man for the +substantials, and is gold your god? taste this, and the +mines of Peru, Guzerat, and Golconda are opened to you. Are +you a man of imagination -- a poet? taste this, and the +boundaries of possibility disappear; the fields of infinite +space open to you, you advance free in heart, free in mind, +into the boundless realms of unfettered revery. Are you +ambitious, and do you seek after the greatnesses of the +earth? taste this, and in an hour you will be a king, not a +king of a petty kingdom hidden in some corner of Europe like +France, Spain, or England, but king of the world, king of +the universe, king of creation; without bowing at the feet +of Satan, you will be king and master of all the kingdoms of +the earth. Is it not tempting what I offer you, and is it +not an easy thing, since it is only to do thus? look!" At +these words he uncovered the small cup which contained the +substance so lauded, took a teaspoonful of the magic +sweetmeat, raised it to his lips, and swallowed it slowly +with his eyes half shut and his head bent backwards. Franz +did not disturb him whilst he absorbed his favorite +sweetmeat, but when he had finished, he inquired, -- "What, +then, is this precious stuff?" + +"Did you ever hear," he replied, "of 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 Franz, "it 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 Franz, "I have a very great inclination +to judge for myself of the truth or exaggeration of your +eulogies." + +"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 preparation, about as much in quantity as his +host had eaten, and 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 describe, but 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 arose, and while he who called himself Sinbad -- +and whom we have occasionally named so, that we might, like +his guest, have some title by which to distinguish him -- +gave some orders to the servant, Franz entered still another +apartment. It was simply yet richly furnished. It was round, +and a large divan completely encircled it. Divan, walls, +ceiling, floor, were all covered with magnificent skins as +soft and downy as the richest carpets; there were +heavy-maned lion-skins from Atlas, striped tiger-skins from +Bengal; panther-skins from the Cape, spotted beautifully, +like those that appeared to Dante; bear-skins from Siberia, +fox-skins from Norway, and so on; and all these skins were +strewn in profusion one on the other, so that it seemed like +walking over the most mossy turf, or reclining on the most +luxurious bed. Both laid themselves down on the divan; +chibouques with jasmine tubes and amber mouthpieces were +within reach, and all prepared so that there was no need to +smoke the same pipe twice. Each of them took one, which Ali +lighted and then retired to prepare the coffee. There was a +moment's silence, during which Sinbad gave himself up to +thoughts that seemed to occupy him incessantly, even in the +midst of his conversation; and Franz abandoned himself to +that mute revery, into which we always sink when smoking +excellent tobacco, which seems to remove with its fume all +the troubles of the mind, and 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 style, strong or weak, sugar or none, cool 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. Ah, those 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 Paris, I +shall go and die in the East; and should you wish to see me +again, you must seek me at Cairo, Bagdad, or Ispahan." + +"Ma foi," said Franz, "it 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 Ali, who made a sign of +obedience and withdrew, but not to any distance. As to Franz +a strange transformation had taken place in him. All the +bodily fatigue of the day, all the preoccupation of mind +which the events of the evening had brought on, disappeared +as they do at the first approach of sleep, when we are still +sufficiently conscious to be aware of the coming of slumber. +His body seemed to acquire an airy lightness, his perception +brightened in a remarkable manner, his senses seemed to +redouble their power, the horizon continued to expand; but +it was not the gloomy horizon of vague alarms, and which he +had seen before he slept, but a blue, transparent, unbounded +horizon, with all the blue of the ocean, all the spangles of +the sun, all the perfumes of the summer breeze; then, in the +midst of the songs of his sailors, -- songs so clear and +sonorous, that they would have made a divine harmony had +their notes been taken down, -- he saw the Island of Monte +Cristo, no longer as a threatening rock in the midst of the +waves, but as an oasis in the desert; then, as his boat drew +nearer, the songs became louder, for an enchanting and +mysterious harmony rose to heaven, as if some Loreley had +decreed to attract a soul thither, or Amphion, the +enchanter, intended there to build a city. + +At length the boat touched the shore, but without effort, +without shock, as lips touch lips; and he entered the grotto +amidst continued strains of most delicious melody. He +descended, or rather seemed to descend, several steps, +inhaling the fresh and balmy air, like that which may be +supposed to reign around the grotto of Circe, formed from +such perfumes as set the mind a dreaming, and such fires as +burn the very senses; and he saw again all he had seen +before his sleep, from Sinbad, his singular host, to Ali, +the mute attendant; then all seemed to fade away and become +confused before his eyes, like the last shadows of the magic +lantern before it is extinguished, and he was again in the +chamber of statues, lighted 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 statues, rich in form, +in attraction. and poesy, with eyes of fascination, smiles +of love, and bright and flowing hair. They were Phryne, +Cleopatra, Messalina, those three celebrated courtesans. +Then among them glided like a pure ray, like a Christian +angel in the midst of Olympus, one of those chaste figures, +those calm shadows, those soft visions, which seemed to veil +its virgin brow before these marble wantons. Then the three +statues advanced towards him with looks of love, and +approached the couch on which he was reposing, their feet +hidden in their long white tunics, their throats bare, hair +flowing like waves, and assuming attitudes which the gods +could not resist, but which saints withstood, and 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 flame, breasts of ice became like heated lava, so +that to Franz, yielding for the first time to the sway of +the drug, love was a sorrow and voluptuousness a torture, as +burning mouths were pressed to his thirsty lips, and he was +held in cool serpent-like embraces. The more he strove +against this unhallowed passion the more his senses yielded +to its thrall, and at length, weary of a struggle that taxed +his very soul, he gave way and sank back breathless and +exhausted beneath the kisses of these marble goddesses, and +the enchantment of his marvellous dream. + + + +Chapter 32 +The Waking. + +When Franz returned to himself, he seemed still to be in a +dream. He thought himself in a sepulchre, into which a ray +of sunlight in pity scarcely penetrated. He stretched forth +his hand, and touched stone; he rose to his seat, and found +himself lying on his bournous in a bed of dry heather, very +soft and odoriferous. The vision had fled; and as if the +statues had been but shadows from the tomb, they had +vanished at his waking. He advanced several paces towards +the point whence the light came, and to all the excitement +of his dream succeeded the calmness of reality. He found +that he was in a grotto, went towards the opening, and +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 sitting, chatting 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 brow, and +listened to the dash of the waves on the beach, that 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 nature, specially after a +fantastic dream; then gradually this view of the outer +world, so calm, so pure, so grand, reminded him of the +illusiveness of his vision, and once more awakened memory. +He recalled his arrival on the island, his presentation to a +smuggler chief, a subterranean palace full of splendor, an +excellent supper, and a spoonful of hashish. It seemed, +however, even in the very face of open day, that at least a +year had elapsed since all these things had passed, so deep +was the impression made in his mind by the dream, and so +strong a hold had it taken of his imagination. Thus every +now and then he saw in fancy amid the sailors, seated on a +rock, or undulating in the vessel, one of the shadows which +had shared his dream with looks and kisses. Otherwise, his +head was perfectly clear, and his body refreshed; he was +free from the slightest headache; on the contrary, he felt a +certain degree of lightness, a faculty for absorbing the +pure air, and enjoying the bright sunshine more vividly than +ever. + +He went gayly up to the sailors, who rose as soon as they +perceived him; and the patron, accosting him, said, "The +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 Franz, "this 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 saying, Gaetano 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 shore, and holding a spy-glass in his hand. He +was attired as he had been on the previous evening, and +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 second, a slight cloud of +smoke was seen at the stern of the vessel, which rose +gracefully as it expanded in the air, and then Franz heard a +slight report. "There, do you hear?" observed Gaetano; "he +is bidding you adieu." The young man took his carbine and +fired it in the air, but 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 patron, "to 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 +added, "and give it to his excellency." + +Giovanni obeyed. Franz took the lamp, and entered the +subterranean grotto, followed 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 that, by traces of smoke, others had before him +attempted the same thing, and, like him, in vain. Yet he did +not leave a foot of this granite wall, as impenetrable as +futurity, without 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 attempts, which were at last utterly useless. +At the end of this time he gave up his search, and Gaetano +smiled. + +When Franz appeared again on the shore, the yacht only +seemed like a small white speck on the horizon. He looked +again through his glass, but even then he could not +distinguish anything. Gaetano reminded him that he had come +for the purpose of shooting goats, which he had utterly +forgotten. He took his fowling-piece, and 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 chamois, were too much like +domestic goats, and Franz could not consider them as game. +Moreover, other ideas, much more enthralling, occupied his +mind. Since, the evening before, he 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 Malaga, while +it seems he is in the direction of Porto-Vecchio." + +"Don't you remember," said the patron, "I 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. "Ah, he is one who fears +neither God nor Satan, they say, and would at any time run +fifty leagues out of his course to do a poor devil a +service." + +"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 Sinbad, Franz's host, +had the honor of being on excellent terms with the smugglers +and bandits along the whole coast of the Mediterranean, and +so enjoyed exceptional privileges. As to Franz, he 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 breakfast, and, his boat being +ready, he hastened on board, and they were soon under way. +At the moment the boat began her course they lost sight of +the yacht, as it disappeared in the gulf of Porto-Vecchio. +With it was effaced the last trace of the preceding night; +and then supper, Sinbad, hashish, statues, -- all became a +dream for Franz. The boat sailed on all day and all night, +and next morning, when the sun rose, they had lost sight of +Monte Cristo. When Franz had once again set foot on shore, +he forgot, for the moment at least, the events which had +just passed, while he finished his affairs of pleasure at +Florence, and then thought of nothing but how he should +rejoin his companion, who was awaiting him at Rome. + +He set out, and on the Saturday evening reached the Eternal +City by the mail-coach. An apartment, as we have said, had +been retained beforehand, and 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 people, and 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 Carnival, Holy Week, Corpus +Christi, and the Feast of St. Peter. All the rest of the +year the city is in that state of dull apathy, between life +and death, which renders it similar to a kind of station +between this world and the next -- a sublime spot, a +resting-place full of poetry and character, and at which +Franz had already halted five or six times, and at each time +found it more marvellous and striking. At last he made his +way through the mob, which was continually increasing and +getting more and more turbulent, and reached the hotel. On +his first inquiry he was told, with the impertinence +peculiar to hired hackney-coachmen and inn-keepers with +their houses full, that 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 him, excusing himself for +having made his excellency wait, scolding the waiters, +taking the candlestick from the porter, who 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 good, signor Pastrini," said Franz; "but we +must have some supper instantly, and a carriage for tomorrow +and the following days." + +"As to supper," replied the landlord, "you shall be served +immediately; but as for the carriage" -- + +"What as to the carriage?" exclaimed Albert. "Come, come, +Signor Pastrini, no joking; we must have a carriage." + +"Sir," replied the host, "we 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 +said, "but 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 then, with that delighted philosophy which believes +that nothing is impossible to a full purse or well-lined +pocketbook, supped, went to bed, slept soundly, and 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 first, and instantly rang the +bell. The sound had not yet died away when Signor Pastrini +himself entered. + +"Well, excellency," said the landlord triumphantly, and +without waiting for Franz to question him, "I 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 Franz, "for the very three days it is most +needed." + +"What is the matter?" said Albert, entering; "no carriage to +be had?" + +"Just so," returned Franz, "you have guessed it." + +"Well, your Eternal City is a nice sort of place." + +"That is to say, excellency," replied Pastrini, who was +desirous of keeping up the dignity of the capital of the +Christian world in the eyes of his guest, "that 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 +Franz, "which will make it still more difficult." + +"My friend," said Morcerf, "let us enjoy the present without +gloomy forebodings for the future." + +"At least we can have a window?" + +"Where?" + +"In the Corso." + +"Ah, a window!" exclaimed Signor Pastrini, -- "utterly +impossible; there was only one left on the fifth floor of +the Doria Palace, and 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 +stupefaction. + +"Well," said Franz to Albert, "do 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 +carriages." + +"Ah, the devil, no," cried Albert; "I came to Rome to see +the Carnival, and I will, though 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 Albert, "do 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 Franz, "I 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 +profit." + +"But, excellency" -- said Pastrini, still striving to gain +his point. + +"Now go," returned Franz, "or 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 Pastrini, with 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 occasion, but, in spite of its +humble exterior, the 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 phraseology, his +first impulse was to look round him, but 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 descended, the carriage approached the +palace; their excellencies stretched their legs along the +seats; the cicerone sprang into the seat behind. "Where do +your excellencics 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's, and 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 moonlight, as he had shown him Saint +Peter's by daylight. When we show a friend a city one has +already visited, we 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 Popolo, skirt the outer wall, and re-enter +by the Porta San Giovanni; thus they would behold the +Colosseum without finding their impressions dulled by first +looking on the Capitol, the Forum, the Arch of Septimus +Severus, the Temple of Antoninus and Faustina, and 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 praised, and began accordingly, but +at the first words he was interrupted. "Excellency," said +Pastrini, "I am delighted to have your approbation, but it +was not for that I came." + +"Did you come to tell us you have procured a carriage?" +asked Albert, lighting 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 reason, I do not understand why +they travel." + +"But," said Albert, emitting a volume of smoke and balancing +his chair on its hind legs, "only 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 street, appeared every +day on the fashionable walk, and dined frequently at the +only restaurant where you can really dine, that is, if you +are on good terms with its frequenters. Signor Pastrini +remained silent a short time; it was evident that he was +musing over this answer, which did not seem very clear. +"But," said Franz, in his turn interrupting his host's +meditations, "you 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 +precisely?" + +"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." + +"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?" + +"Never." + +"Well, then, he is a bandit, compared to whom the Decesaris +and the Gasparones were mere children." + +"Now then, Albert," cried Franz, "here 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 Franz, who +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 +liar, it is useless for me to say anything; it was for your +interest I" -- + +"Albert does not say you are a liar, Signor Pastrini," said +Franz, "but 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 Franz, "you 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 Pastrini, "that 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 Pastrini, hurt at Albert's repeated +doubts of the truth of his assertions, "I 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 Albert, turning to Franz, "here 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 scheme, Signor Pastrini's face assumed an +expression impossible to describe. + +"And pray," asked Franz, "where 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 Albert, lighting a +second cigar at the first, "that 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 compromising, for he only answered half the +question, and then he spoke to Franz, as 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 Albert, whose courage revolted at the idea of +being plundered tamely, "not 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 +say, "Your friend is decidedly mad." + +"My dear Albert," returned Franz, "your 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 Christi, which +he sipped at intervals, muttering some unintelligible words. + +"Well, Signor Pastrini," said Franz, "now 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 maker, of Parisian manufacture, and +a count's coronet. + +"Here it is," said he. + +"Peste," returned Albert, "I compliment you on it; I have +its fellow" -- he took his watch from his waistcoat pocket +-- "and it cost me 3,000 francs." + +"Let us hear the history," said Franz, motioning Signor +Pastrini to seat himself. + +"Your excellencies permit it?" asked the host. + +"Pardieu!" cried Albert, "you are not a preacher, to remain +standing!" + +The host sat down, after having made each of them a +respectful bow, which 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 man, then?" + +"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 +him." + +"So," continued Franz, "the 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 host, pointing to Albert. + +"Thanks for the comparison," said Albert, with a bow. + +"Go on, Signor Pastrini," continued Franz, smiling at his +friend's susceptibility. "To what class of society does he +belong?" + +"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 is, a little younger than +Vampa -- tended sheep on a farm near Palestrina; she was an +orphan, born at Valmontone and was named Teresa. The two +children met, sat down near each other, let their flocks +mingle together, played, laughed, and conversed together; in +the evening they separated the Count of San-Felice's flock +from those of Baron Cervetri, and the children returned to +their respective farms, promising to meet the next morning. +The next day they kept their word, and thus they grew up +together. Vampa was twelve, and Teresa eleven. And yet their +natural disposition revealed itself. Beside his taste for +the fine arts, which Luigi had carried as far as he could in +his solitude, he was given to alternating fits of sadness +and enthusiasm, was often angry and capricious, and always +sarcastic. None of the lads of Pampinara, Palestrina, or +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 +look, a word, a gesture, this impetuous character, which +yielded beneath the hand of a woman, and which beneath the +hand of a man might have broken, but could never have been +bended. Teresa was lively and gay, but coquettish to excess. +The two piastres that Luigi received every month from the +Count of San-Felice's steward, and the price of all the +little carvings in wood he sold at Rome, were expended in +ear-rings, necklaces, and gold hairpins. So that, thanks to +her friend's generosity, Teresa was the most beautiful and +the best-attired peasant near Rome. The two children grew up +together, passing all their time with each other, and giving +themselves up to the wild ideas of their different +characters. Thus, in all their dreams, their wishes, and +their conversations, Vampa saw himself the captain of a +vessel, general of an army, or governor of a province. +Teresa saw herself rich, superbly attired, and attended by a +train of liveried domestics. Then, when they had thus passed +the day in building castles in the air, they separated their +flocks, and 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 stationed, but the wolf had scarcely advanced +ten yards ere he was dead. Proud of this exploit, Vampa took +the dead animal on his shoulders, and carried him to the +farm. These exploits had gained Luigi considerable +reputation. The man of superior abilities always finds +admirers, go where he will. He was spoken of as the most +adroit, the strongest, and the most courageous contadino for +ten leagues around; and although Teresa was universally +allowed to be the most beautiful girl of the Sabines, no one +had ever spoken to her of love, because 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 mingled, whose branches +intertwined, and whose intermingled perfume rises to the +heavens. Only their wish to see each other had become a +necessity, and they would have preferred death to a day's +separation. Teresa was sixteen, and Vampa seventeen. About +this time, a 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 wanted, but 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 village, so that he had been unable to go to the place +of meeting. Cucumetto had been there, however, by accident, +as he said, and had carried the maiden off. Carlini besought +his chief to make an exception in Rita's favor, as her +father was rich, and could pay a large ransom. Cucumetto +seemed to yield to his friend's entreaties, and bade him +find a shepherd to send to Rita's father at Frosinone. +Carlini flew joyfully to Rita, telling her she was saved, +and bidding her write to her father, to inform him what had +occurred, and that her ransom was fixed at three hundred +piastres. Twelve hours' delay was all that was granted -- +that is, until nine the next morning. The instant the letter +was written, Carlini seized it, and 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 +commission, promising to be in Frosinone in less than an +hour. Carlini returned, anxious to see his mistress, and +announce the joyful intelligence. He found the troop in the +glade, supping off the provisions exacted as contributions +from the peasants; but his eye vainly sought Rita and +Cucumetto among them. He inquired where they were, and was +answered by a burst of laughter. A cold perspiration burst +from every pore, and his hair stood on end. He repeated his +question. One of the bandits rose, and offered him a glass +filled with Orvietto, saying, `To the health of the brave +Cucumetto and the fair Rita.' At this moment Carlini heard a +woman's cry; he divined the truth, seized the glass, broke +it across the face of him who presented it, and 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 Carlini, Cucumetto +rose, a pistol in each hand. The two brigands looked at each +other for a moment -- the one with a smile of lasciviousness +on his lips, the other with the pallor of death on his brow. +A terrible battle between the two men seemed imminent; but +by degrees Carlini's features relaxed, his hand, which had +grasped one of the pistols in his belt, fell to his side. +Rita lay between them. The moon lighted the group. + +"`Well,' said Cucumetto, `have you executed your +commission?' + +"`Yes, captain,' returned Carlini. `At nine o'clock +to-morrow Rita's father will be here with the money.' -- `It +is well; in the meantime, we will have a merry night; this +young girl is charming, and does credit to your taste. Now, +as I am not egotistical, we will return to our comrades and +draw lots for her.' -- `You have determined, then, to +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. + +"`Now, then,' said Cucumetto, advancing 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 fair, and the chief inclined his head in +sign of acquiescence. The eyes of all shone fiercely as they +made their demand, and the red light of the fire made them +look like demons. The names of all, including Carlini, were +placed in a hat, and 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 wound, extending from the temple to the mouth, +was bleeding profusely. Diovalaccio, seeing himself thus +favored by fortune, burst into a loud laugh. `Captain,' said +he, `just now Carlini would not drink your health when I +proposed it to him; propose mine to him, and 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 +surprise, he took a glass in one hand and a flask in the +other, and filling it, -- `Your health, Diavolaccio,' said +he calmly, and he drank it off, without his hand trembling +in the least. Then sitting down by the fire, `My supper,' +said he; `my expedition has given me an appetite.' -- `Well +done, Carlini!' 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 round, and saw Diavolaccio bearing +the young girl in his arms. Her head hung back, and her long +hair swept the ground. As they entered the circle, the +bandits could perceive, by the firelight, the unearthly +pallor of the young girl and of Diavolaccio. This apparition +was so strange and so solemn, that every one rose, with the +exception of Carlini, who remained seated, and ate and drank +calmly. Diavolaccio advanced amidst the most profound +silence, and 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. `Ah, ah,' said the chief, `I +now understand why Carlini stayed behind.' All savage +natures appreciate a desperate deed. No other of the bandits +would, perhaps, have done the same; but they all understood +what Carlini had done. `Now, then,' cried Carlini, rising in +his turn, and approaching the corpse, his 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 arms, and carried her out +of the circle of firelight. Cucumetto placed his sentinels +for the night, and the bandits wrapped themselves in their +cloaks, and lay down before the fire. At midnight the +sentinel gave the alarm, and in an instant all were on the +alert. It was Rita's father, who brought his daughter's +ransom in person. `Here,' said he, to Cucumetto, `here are +three hundred piastres; give me back my child. But the +chief, without taking the money, made a sign to him to +follow. The old man obeyed. They both advanced beneath the +trees, through whose branches streamed the moonlight. +Cucumetto stopped at last, and 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 +smile, tapping the butt of his good fowling-piece, which +threw its ball so well; and if that did not restore her +courage, he pointed to a crow, perched on some dead branch, +took aim, touched the trigger, and the bird fell dead at the +foot of the tree. Time passed on, and the two young people +had agreed to be married when Vampa should be twenty and +Teresa nineteen years of age. They were both orphans, and +had only their employers' leave to ask, which had been +already sought and obtained. One day when they were talking +over their plans for the future, they heard two or three +reports of firearms, and then suddenly a man came out of the +wood, near which the two young persons used to graze their +flocks, and hurried towards them. When he came within +hearing, he 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. Vampa, without saying a word, hastened to the stone +that closed up the entrance to their grotto, drew it away, +made a sign to the fugitive to take refuge there, in a +retreat unknown to every one, closed the stone upon him, and +then went and resumed his seat by Teresa. Instantly +afterwards four carbineers, on horseback, appeared on the +edge of the wood; three of them appeared to be looking for +the fugitive, while the fourth dragged a brigand prisoner by +the neck. The three carbineers looked about carefully on +every side, saw the young peasants, and galloping up, began +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. + +"`Yes, it 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 fiend, and had assumed the form of +a brigand instead of a serpent, and this look from Teresa +showed to him that she was a worthy daughter of Eve, and he +returned to the forest, pausing several times on his way, +under the pretext of saluting his protectors. Several days +elapsed, and they neither saw nor heard of Cucumetto. The +time of the Carnival was at hand. The Count of San-Felice +announced a grand masked ball, to which all that were +distinguished in Rome were invited. Teresa had a great +desire to see this ball. Luigi asked permission of his +protector, the steward, that 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 Carmela, whom he adored. Carmela was precisely +the age and figure of Teresa, and Teresa was as handsome as +Carmela. On the evening of the ball Teresa was attired in +her best, her most brilliant ornaments in her hair, and +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 mingled, as they +had leave to do, with 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 quadrille, but there was one lady +wanting. Carmela looked all around her, but not one of the +guests had a costume similar to her own, or those of her +companions. The Count of San-Felice pointed out Teresa, who +was hanging on Luigi's arm in a group of peasants. `Will you +allow me, father?' said Carmela. -- `Certainly,' replied the +count, `are we not in Carnival time?' -- Carmela turned +towards the young man who was talking with her, and saying a +few words to him, pointed with her finger to Teresa. The +young man looked, bowed in obedience, and then went to +Teresa, and invited her to dance in a quadrille directed by +the count's daughter. Teresa felt a flush pass over her +face; she looked at Luigi, who could not refuse his assent. +Luigi slowly relinquished Teresa's arm, which he had held +beneath his own, and Teresa, accompanied by her elegant +cavalier, took her appointed place with much agitation in +the aristocratic quadrille. Certainly, in the eyes of an +artist, the exact and strict costume of Teresa had a very +different character from that of Carmela and her companions; +and Teresa was frivolous and coquettish, and thus the +embroidery and muslins, the cashmere waist-girdles, all +dazzled her, and 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 girl, at first timid and scared, soon +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 +quadrille, and if she were envious of the Count of +San-Felice's daughter, we 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 her, and where Luigi awaited her. Twice +or thrice during the dance the young girl had glanced at +Luigi, and each time she saw that he was pale and that his +features were agitated, once even the blade of his knife, +half drawn from its sheath, had dazzled her eyes with its +sinister glare. Thus, it was almost tremblingly that she +resumed her lover's arm. The quadrille had been most +perfect, and it was evident there was a great demand for a +repetition, Carmela alone objecting to it, but the Count of +San-Felice besought his daughter so earnestly, that she +acceded. One of the cavaliers then hastened to invite +Teresa, without whom it was impossible for the quadrille to +be formed, but the young girl had disappeared. The truth +was, that Luigi had not felt the strength to support another +such trial, and, half by persuasion and half by force, he +had removed Teresa toward another part of the garden. Teresa +had yielded in spite of herself, but when she looked at the +agitated countenance of the young man, she understood by his +silence and trembling voice that something strange was +passing within him. She herself was not exempt from internal +emotion, and without having done anything wrong, yet fully +comprehended that Luigi was right in reproaching her. Why, +she did not know, but yet she did not the less feel that +these reproaches were merited. However, to Teresa's great +astonishment, Luigi remained mute, and not a word escaped +his lips the rest of the evening. When the chill of the +night had driven away the guests from the gardens, and the +gates of the villa were closed on them for the festa +in-doors, he took Teresa quite away, and as he left her at +her home, he 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 it, and I had only one word to +say.' + +"`He was right,' said Luigi. `Do you desire it as ardently +as you say?' -- `Yes.' -- `Well, then, you shall have it!' + +"The young girl, much astonished, raised her head to look at +him, but his face was so gloomy and terrible that her words +froze to her lips. As Luigi spoke thus, he left her. Teresa +followed him with her eyes into the darkness as long as she +could, and when he had quite disappeared, she 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 day, at the usual hour, the two young peasants +were on the borders of the forest. Luigi arrived first. He +came toward Teresa in high spirits, and seemed to have +completely forgotten the events of the previous evening. The +young girl was very pensive, but seeing Luigi so cheerful, +she on her part assumed a smiling air, which was natural to +her when she was not excited or in a passion. Luigi took her +arm beneath his own, and led her to the door of the grotto. +Then he paused. The young girl, perceiving that there was +something extraordinary, looked 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 replied, "Very well, you shall have it."' -- `Yes,' +replied the young girl, whose 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 joy, and, without inquiring whence +this attire came, or even thanking Luigi, darted into the +grotto, transformed into a dressing-room. Luigi pushed the +stone behind her, for on the crest of a small adjacent hill +which cut off the view toward Palestrina, he saw a traveller +on horseback, stopping a moment, as if uncertain of his +road, and thus presenting against the blue sky that perfect +outline which is peculiar to distant objects in southern +climes. When he saw Luigi, he put his horse into a gallop +and advanced toward him. Luigi was not mistaken. The +traveller, who was going from Palestrina to Tivoli, had +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 ways, and on reaching these the traveller might again +stray from his route, he begged Luigi to be his guide. Luigi +threw his cloak on the ground, placed his carbine on his +shoulder, and freed from his heavy covering, preceded the +traveller with the rapid step of a mountaineer, which 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 emperor, he stretched +his hand towards that one of the roads which the traveller +was to follow. -- "That is your road, excellency, and now +you cannot again mistake.' -- `And here is your recompense,' +said the traveller, offering 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 +earrings.' + +"`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 shepherd, with the same air as he would +have replied, Alexander, King 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 name, and the +adventures of the gentleman of that name amused me very much +in my youth, I must confess." -- Franz said no more. The +name of Sinbad the Sailor, as may well be supposed, awakened +in him a world of recollections, as 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 grotto, while in her turn +Teresa remained outside. If a second traveller had passed, +he would have seen a strange thing, -- a shepherdess +watching her flock, clad in a cashmere grown, with ear-rings +and necklace of pearls, diamond pins, and buttons of +sapphires, emeralds, and rubies. He would, no doubt, have +believed that he had returned to the times of Florian, and +would have declared, on reaching Paris, that 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 velvet, with buttons of cut gold; a +silk waistcoat covered with embroidery; a Roman scarf tied +round his neck; a cartridge-box worked with gold, and red +and green silk; sky-blue velvet breeches, fastened above the +knee with diamond buckles; garters of deerskin, worked with +a thousand arabesques, and a hat whereon hung ribbons of all +colors; two watches hung from his girdle, and 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 betrothed, and +a smile of pride passed over his lips. -- `Now,' he said to +Teresa, `are you ready to share my fortune, whatever it may +be?' -- `Oh, yes!' exclaimed the young girl +enthusiastically. -- `And follow me wherever I go?' -- `To +the world's end.' -- `Then take my arm, and let us on; we +have no time to lose.' -- The young girl did so without +questioning her lover as to where he was conducting her, for +he appeared to her at this moment as handsome, proud, and +powerful as a god. They went towards the forest, and 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 hesitation, although there was no beaten +track, but he knew his path by looking at the trees and +bushes, and 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 torrent, whose bed was dry, led +into a deep gorge. Vampa took this wild road, which, +enclosed between two ridges, and shadowed by the tufted +umbrage of the pines, seemed, but for the difficulties of +its descent, that path to Avernus of which Virgil speaks. +Teresa had become alarmed at the wild and deserted look of +the plain around her, and pressed closely against her guide, +not uttering a syllable; but as she saw him advance with +even step and composed countenance, she endeavored to +repress her emotion. Suddenly, about ten paces from them, a +man advanced from behind a tree and aimed at Vampa. -- `Not +another step,' he said, `or you are a dead man.' -- `What, +then,' said Vampa, raising his hand with a gesture of +disdain, while Teresa, no 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 me, then,' said the sentinel; `or, +as you know your way, go first.' -- Vampa smiled +disdainfully at this precaution on the part of the bandit, +went before Teresa, and 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 +mountain, which 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 summit, and 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. -- +`Ah, I understand,' said the lieutenant; `and you seek +admittance into our ranks?' -- `Welcome!' cried several +bandits from Ferrusino, Pampinara, and Anagni, who had +recognized Luigi Vampa. -- `Yes, but 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 +chief, Cucumetto, whose 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 +captain, vice Cucumetto deceased." + +"Well, my dear Albert," said Franz, turning towards his +friend; "what think you of citizen Luigi Vampa?" + +"I say he is a myth," replied Albert, "and never had an +existence." + +"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 companion, "are you +still disposed to go to the Colosseum by the outer wall?" + +"Quite so," said Albert, "if the way be picturesque." The +clock struck nine as the door opened, and a coachman +appeared. "Excellencies," said he, "the coach is ready." + +"Well, then," said Franz, "let us to the Colosseum." + +"By the Porta del Popolo or by the streets, your +excellencies?" + +"By the streets, morbleu, by the streets!" cried Franz. + +"Ah, my dear fellow," said Albert, rising, and lighting his +third cigar, "really, I thought you had more courage." So +saying, the two young men went down the staircase, and got +into the carriage. + + + +Chapter 34 +The Colosseum. + +Franz had so managed his route, that during the ride to the +Colosseum they passed not a single ancient ruin, so 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 Vincoli, the 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 story, in which his mysterious host of +Monte Cristo was so strangely mixed up. Seated with folded +arms in a corner of the carriage, he continued to ponder +over the singular history he had so lately listened to, and +to ask himself an interminable number of questions touching +its various circumstances without, however, arriving at a +satisfactory reply to any of them. One fact more than the +rest brought his friend "Sinbad the Sailor" back to his +recollection, and 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 fishermen, reminded Franz +of the two Corsican bandits he had found supping so amicably +with the crew of the little yacht, which 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 Londres, abundantly proved to him that his island +friend was playing his philanthropic part on the shores of +Piombino, Civita-Vecchio, Ostia, and Gaeta, as on those of +Corsica, Tuscany, and Spain; and further, Franz bethought +him of having heard his singular entertainer speak both of +Tunis and Palermo, proving thereby how largely his circle of +acquaintances extended. + +But however the mind of the young man might he absorbed in +these reflections, they 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 opened, and the young men, eagerly +alighting, found themselves opposite a cicerone, who +appeared to have sprung up from the ground, so unexpected +was his appearance. + +The usual guide from the hotel having followed them, they +had paid two conductors, nor is it possible, at Rome, to +avoid this abundant supply of guides; besides the ordinary +cicerone, who seizes upon you directly you set foot in your +hotel, and never quits you while you remain in the city, +there is also a special cicerone belonging to each monument +-- nay, almost to each part of a monument. It may, +therefore, be easily imagined there is no scarcity of guides +at the Colosseum, that wonder of all ages, which Martial +thus eulogizes: "Let Memphis cease to boast the barbarous +miracles of her pyramids, and the wonders of Babylon be +talked of no more among us; all must bow to the superiority +of the gigantic labor of the Caesars, and the many voices of +Fame spread far and wide the surpassing merits of this +incomparable monument." + +As for Albert and Franz, they essayed not to escape from +their ciceronian tyrants; and, indeed, it would have been so +much the more difficult to break their bondage, as the +guides alone are permitted to visit these monuments with +torches in their hands. Thus, then, the young men made no +attempt at resistance, but blindly and confidingly +surrendered themselves into the care and custody of their +conductors. Albert had already made seven or eight similar +excursions to the Colosseum, while his less favored +companion trod for the first time in his life the classic +ground forming the monument of Flavius Vespasian; and, to +his credit be it spoken, his mind, even amid the glib +loquacity of the guides, was 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 them, and more especially by +moonlight, at which time the vast proportions of the +building appear twice as large when viewed by the mysterious +beams of a southern moonlit sky, whose rays are sufficiently +clear and vivid to light the horizon with a glow equal to +the soft twilight of an eastern clime. Scarcely, therefore, +had the reflective Franz walked a hundred steps beneath the +interior porticoes of the ruin, than, abandoning Albert to +the guides (who would by no means yield their prescriptive +right of carrying their victims through the routine +regularly laid down, and as regularly followed by them, but +dragged the unconscious visitor to the various objects with +a pertinacity that admitted of no appeal, beginning, as a +matter of course, with the Lions' Den, and 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 time, ten +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 while, I should have felt quite +sure that the delay was not occasioned by any fault of +yours." + +"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 +castle." + +"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 +spectator." + +"Without reckoning the wholly unexpected one I am preparing +to surprise them with." + +"My good friend," said the man in the cloak, "excuse 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 +prisoner." + +"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 cloak, suddenly +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 +result." + +"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 +incurred." + +"Your excellency," said the man, "you 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 +torchlight." + +"'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 +thereby." + +"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 words, the Transteverin disappeared down the +staircase, while his companion, muffling his features more +closely than before in the folds of his mantle, passed +almost close to Franz, and descended to the arena by an +outward flight of steps. The next minute Franz heard himself +called by Albert, who made the lofty building re-echo with +the sound of his friend's name. Franz, however, did 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 departed, Franz was on +the road to the Piazza de Spagni, listening with studied +indifference to the learned dissertation delivered by +Albert, after the manner of Pliny and Calpurnius, touching +the iron-pointed nets used to prevent the ferocious beasts +from springing on the spectators. Franz let him proceed +without interruption, and, in fact, did not hear what was +said; he longed to be alone, and free to ponder over all +that had occurred. One of the two men, whose mysterious +meeting in the Colosseum he had so unintentionally +witnessed, was an entire stranger to him, but not so the +other; and though Franz had been unable to distinguish his +features, from his being either wrapped in his mantle or +obscured by the shadow, the 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 them, hear them when or +where he might. It was more especially when this man was +speaking in a manner half jesting, half bitter, that Franz's +ear recalled most vividly the deep sonorous, yet +well-pitched voice that had addressed him in the grotto of +Monte Cristo, and which he heard for the second time amid +the darkness and ruined grandeur of the Colosseum. And the +more he thought, the more entire was his conviction, that +the person who wore the mantle was no other than his former +host and entertainer, "Sinbad the Sailor." + +Under any other circumstances, Franz would have found it +impossible to resist his extreme curiosity to know more of +so singular a personage, and 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 him, with propriety, judge that his appearance at such +a time would be anything but agreeable. As we have seen, +therefore, he permitted his former host to retire without +attempting a recognition, but 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 thought, the firmer grew his opinion on the subject. +Worn out at length, he fell asleep at daybreak, and did not +awake till late. Like a genuine Frenchman, Albert had +employed his time in arranging for the evening's diversion; +he had sent to engage a box at the Teatro Argentino; and +Franz, having a number of letters to write, relinquished the +carriage to Albert for the whole of the day. At five o'clock +Albert returned, delighted with his day's work; he had been +occupied in leaving his letters of introduction, and had +received in return more invitations to balls and routs than +it would be possible for him to accept; besides this, he had +seen (as he called it) all the remarkable sights at Rome. +Yes, in 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 Argentino, and also +what performers appeared in it. + +The opera of "Parisina" was announced for representation, +and the principal actors were Coselli, Moriani, and La +Specchia. The young men, therefore, had 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 +adventure. + +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 +relaxation. + +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 it, so +filled every fair breast, as 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 moments, the spectators would suddenly +cease their conversation, or rouse themselves from their +musings, to listen to some brilliant effort of Moriani's, a +well-executed recitative by Coselli, or to join in loud +applause at the wonderful powers of La Specchia; but that +momentary excitement over, they quickly relapsed into their +former state of preoccupation or interesting conversation. +Towards the close of the first act, the door of a box which +had been hitherto vacant was opened; a lady entered to whom +Franz had been introduced in Paris, where indeed, he had +imagined she still was. The quick eye of Albert caught the +involuntary start with which his friend beheld the new +arrival, and, turning to him, he said hastily, "Do 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 +ball." + +"Shall I assist you in repairing your negligence?" asked +Franz. + +"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 instant, the countess perceived +Franz, and graciously waved her hand to him, to 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 +evinced?" + +"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 Albert, "you 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 Albert, breaking in upon his discourse, "never +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 Franz, turning to him, while 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 +performances, to the infinite satisfaction of the Viscount +of Morcerf, who seized his hat, rapidly passed his fingers +through his hair, arranged his cravat and wristbands, and +signified to Franz that he was waiting for him to lead the +way. Franz, who had mutely interrogated the countess, and +received from her a gracious smile in token that he would be +welcome, sought not to retard the gratification of Albert's +eager impatience, but began at once the tour of the house, +closely followed by Albert, who availed himself of the few +minutes required to reach the opposite side of the theatre +to settle the height and smoothness of his collar, and to +arrange the lappets of his coat. This important task was +just completed as they arrived at the countess's box. At the +knock, the door was immediately opened, and the young man +who was seated beside the countess, in obedience to the +Italian custom, instantly rose and surrendered his place to +the strangers, who, in turn, would be expected to retire +upon the arrival of other visitors. + +Franz presented Albert as one of the most distinguished +young men of the day, both as regarded his position in +society and extraordinary talents; nor did he say more than +the truth, for in Paris and the circle in which the viscount +moved, he was looked upon and cited as a model of +perfection. Franz added that his companion, deeply grieved +at having been prevented the honor of being presented to the +countess during her sojourn in Paris, was most anxious to +make up for it, and had requested him (Franz) to remedy the +past misfortune by conducting him to her box, and concluded +by asking pardon for his presumption in having taken it upon +himself to do so. The countess, in reply, bowed gracefully +to Albert, and extended her hand with cordial kindness to +Franz; then, inviting Albert to take the vacant seat beside +her, she recommended Franz to take the next best, if he +wished to view the ballet, and pointed to the one behind her +own chair. Albert was soon deeply engrossed in discoursing +upon Paris and Parisian matters, speaking to the countess of +the various persons they both knew there. Franz perceived +how completely he was in his element; and, unwilling to +interfere with the pleasure he so evidently felt, took up +Albert's glass, and began in his turn to survey the +audience. Sitting alone, in the front of a box immediately +opposite, but situated on the third row, was a woman of +exquisite beauty, dressed in a Greek costume, which +evidently, from the ease and grace with which she wore it, +was her national attire. Behind her, but in deep shadow, was +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 +Albert, to inquire of the former if she knew who was the +fair Albanian opposite, since beauty such as hers was well +worthy of being observed by either sex. "All I can tell +about her," replied the countess, "is, that 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 season, and since +then she has never missed a performance. Sometimes she is +accompanied by the person who is now with her, and 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 smile, and then the +latter resumed her conversation with Albert, while Franz +returned to his previous survey of the house and company. +The curtain rose on the ballet, which was one of those +excellent specimens of the Italian school, admirably +arranged and put on the stage by Henri, who has established +for himself a great reputation throughout Italy for his +taste and skill in the choregraphic art -- one of those +masterly productions of grace, method, and elegance in which +the whole corps de ballet, from the principal dancers to the +humblest supernumerary, are all engaged on the stage at the +same time; and a hundred and fifty persons may be seen +exhibiting the same attitude, or elevating the same arm or +leg with a simultaneous movement, that would lead you to +suppose that but one mind, one act of volition, influenced +the moving mass -- the ballet was called "Poliska." However +much the ballet might have claimed his attention, Franz 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 it, her eager, animated looks +contrasting strongly with the utter indifference of her +companion, who, during the whole time the piece lasted, +never even moved, not even when the furious, crashing din +produced by the trumpets, cymbals, and Chinese bells sounded +their loudest from the orchestra. Of this he took no heed, +but was, as far as appearances might be trusted, enjoying +soft repose and bright celestial dreams. The ballet at +length came to a close, and the curtain fell amid the loud, +unanimous plaudits of an enthusiastic and delighted +audience. + +Owing to the very judicious plan of dividing the two acts of +the opera with a ballet, the pauses between the performances +are very short, the singers in the opera having time to +repose themselves and change their costume, when necessary, +while the dancers are executing their pirouettes and +exhibiting their graceful steps. The overture to the second +act began; and, at the first sound of the leader's bow +across his violin, Franz observed the sleeper slowly arise +and approach the Greek girl, who turned around to say a few +words to him, and then, leaning forward again on the railing +of her box, she became as absorbed as before in what was +going on. The countenance of the person who had addressed +her remained so completely in the shade, that, though Franz +tried his utmost, he could not distinguish a single feature. +The curtain rose, and 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 +"Parisina" opens with the celebrated and effective duet in +which Parisina, while sleeping, betrays to Azzo the secret +of her love for Ugo. The injured husband goes through all +the emotions of jealousy, until conviction seizes on his +mind, and then, in a frenzy of rage and indignation, he +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 beautiful, expressive 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 notes, so +tenderly expressive and fearfully grand as the wretched +husband and wife give vent to their different griefs and +passions, thrilled through the soul of Franz with an effect +equal to his first emotions upon hearing it. Excited beyond +his usual calm demeanor, Franz rose with the audience, and +was about to join the loud, enthusiastic applause that +followed; but suddenly his purpose was arrested, his hands +fell by his sides, and 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 front, so +that, his countenance being fully revealed, Franz had no +difficulty in recognizing him as the mysterious inhabitant +of Monte Cristo, and the very same person he had encountered +the preceding evening in the ruins of the Colosseum, and +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 countess, after gazing with a +puzzled look at his face, burst into a fit of laughter, and +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 countess, "I know no more of him than +yourself." + +"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 countess, taking up the +lorgnette, and 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 +Franz. + +"Then you know him?" almost screamed the countess. "Oh, pray +do, for heaven's sake, tell us all about -- is he a vampire, +or a resuscitated corpse, or what?" + +"I fancy I have seen him before; and I even think he +recognizes me." + +"And I can well understand," said the countess, shrugging up +her beautiful shoulders, as though an involuntary shudder +passed through her veins, "that 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; +another, and wholly uninterested person, felt the same +unaccountable awe and misgiving. "Well." inquired Franz, +after the countess had a second time directed her lorgnette +at the box, "what 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 +vampires, it 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. Oh, indeed, I cannot +permit you to go." + +* Scott, of course: "The son of an ill-fated sire, and the +father of a yet more unfortunate family, bore 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 +Abbot, ch. xxii. + +"Is it possible," whispered Franz, "that you entertain any +fear?" + +"I'll tell you," answered the countess. "Byron had the most +perfect belief in the existence of vampires, and 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. Oh, he is the exact personification of what I +have been led to expect! The coal-black hair, large bright, +glittering eyes, in which a wild, unearthly fire seems +burning, -- the same ghastly paleness. Then observe, too, +that the woman with him is altogether unlike all others of +her sex. She is a foreigner -- a stranger. Nobody knows who +she is, or where she comes from. No doubt she belongs to the +same horrible race he does, and is, like himself, a 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 great, pursue 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 day, for many reasons. +"Listen to me," said the countess, "and 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 hat, open the door of the box, and offer the countess +his arm. It was quite evident, by her manner, that her +uneasiness was not feigned; and Franz himself could not +resist a feeling of superstitious dread -- so much the +stronger in him, as it arose from a variety of corroborative +recollections, while the terror of the countess sprang from +an instinctive belief, originally 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 hotel, Franz +perceived that she had deceived him when she spoke of +expecting company; on the contrary, her own return before +the appointed hour seemed greatly to astonish the servants. +"Excuse my little subterfuge," said the countess, in reply +to her companion's half-reproachful observation on the +subject; "but that horrid man had made me feel quite +uncomfortable, and I longed to be alone, that I might +compose my startled mind." Franz essayed to smile. "Nay," +said she, "do not smile; it ill accords with the expression +of your countenance, and I am sure it does not spring from +your heart. however, promise 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 saying, the countess quitted Franz, leaving him +unable to decide whether she were merely amusing herself at +his expense, or whether her fears and agitations were +genuine. + +Upon his return to the hotel, Franz found Albert in his +dressing-gown and slippers, listlessly extended on a sofa, +smoking a cigar. "My dear fellow." cried he, springing up, +"is it really you? Why, I did not expect to see you before +to-morrow." + +"My dear Albert," replied Franz, "I 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 he, past all +doubt." + +"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 +carriage." + +"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 Albert, "you 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 Franz, "this 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. Ha, ha, ye Romans! you thought to make us, +unhappy strangers, trot at the heels of your processions, +like so many lazzaroni, because 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?" + +"Who?" + +"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 +opened, and the head of Signor Pastrini appeared. +"Permesso?" inquired he. + +"Certainly -- certainly," cried Franz. "Come in, mine host." + +"Now, then," asked Albert eagerly, "have you found the +desired cart and oxen?" + +"Better than that!" replied Signor Pastrini, with the air of +a man perfectly well satisfied with himself. + +"Take care, my worthy host," said Albert, "better is a sure +enemy to well." + +"Let your excellencies only leave the matter to me," +returned Signor Pastrini in a tone indicative of unbounded +self-confidence. + +"But what have you done?" asked Franz. "Speak out, there's a +worthy fellow." + +"Your excellencies are aware," responded the landlord, +swelling with importance, "that the Count of Monte Cristo is +living on the same floor with yourselves!" + +"I should think we did know it," exclaimed Albert, "since it +is owing to that circumstance that we are packed into these +small rooms, like two poor students in the back streets of +Paris." + +"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 +surprise. + +"But do you think," asked Albert, "that 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 nobleman, but 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 Franz, speaking in an undertone to +Albert, "that 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 +these, from 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 neighbor, and he will be honored by +an intimation of what time they will please to receive him." + +"Faith, Franz," whispered Albert, "there is not much to find +fault with here." + +"Tell the count," replied Franz, "that we will do ourselves +the pleasure of calling on him." The servant bowed and +retired. + +"That is what I call an elegant mode of attack," said +Albert, "You 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. "Still, I 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 Rospoli, by way of +recompense for the loss of our beautiful scheme, I don't +know but what I should have held on by my original plan. +What say you, Franz?" + +"Oh, I agree with you; the windows in the Palazzo Rospoli +alone decided me." The truth was, that the mention of two +places in the Palazzo Rospoli had recalled to Franz the +conversation he had overheard the preceding evening in the +ruins of the Colosseum between the mysterious unknown and +the Transteverin, in 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 Argentino, then he should be able to establish his +identity, and 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 tormentor, and 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 friend, the Count of Monte Cristo, possessed +the ring of Gyges, and by its power was able to render +himself invisible, it was very certain he could not escape +this time. Eight o'clock found Franz up and dressed, while +Albert, who had not the same motives for early rising, was +still soundly asleep. The first act of Franz was to summon +his landlord, who presented himself with his accustomed +obsequiousness. + +"Pray, Signor Pastrini," asked Franz, "is 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 Franz, "I 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 host, "I 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 disposed, give me some particulars of to-day's +executions." + +"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 +repentance." + +"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 landlord, chuckling and +rubbing his hands with infinite complacency, "I think I may +take upon myself to say I neglect nothing to deserve the +support and patronage of the noble visitors to this poor +hotel." + +"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 landlord, opening the door of the chamber; +"I have caused one to be placed on the landing, close by +your apartment." Then, taking the tablet from the wall, he +handed it to Franz, who 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 +crimes.'" + +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 persons, their +crimes, and mode of punishment, all agreed with his previous +information. In all probability, therefore, the Transteverin +was no other than the bandit Luigi Vampa himself, and 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. +"Now, my excellent Signor Pastrini," said Franz, addressing +his landlord, "since we are both ready, do 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?" + +"Perfectly." + +"Let us go and return our best thanks for his courtesy." + +"Yes, let us do so." The landlord preceded the friends +across the landing, which was all that separated them from +the apartments of the count, rang at the bell, and, upon the +door being opened by a servant, said, "I signori Francesi." + +The domestic bowed respectfully, and invited them to enter. +They passed through two rooms, furnished in a luxurious +manner they had not expected to see under the roof of Signor +Pastrini, and were shown into an elegantly fitted-up +drawing-room. The richest Turkey carpets covered the floor, +and the softest and most inviting couches, easy-chairs, and +sofas, offered 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 war, while 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 opened, the sound of a +guzla reached the ears of the young men, but was almost +immediately lost, for the rapid closing of the door merely +allowed one rich swell of harmony to enter. Franz and Albert +looked inquiringly at each other, then 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 friend, "what think you of all +this?" + +"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 spoke, he heard the sound +of a door turning on its hinges, and almost immediately +afterwards the tapestry was drawn aside, and the owner of +all these riches stood before the two young men. Albert +instantly rose to meet him, but Franz remained, in 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 Colosseum, and the occupant of the box at the Teatro +Argentino, but 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 +disposal." + +"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 count, motioning the two young men to +sit down. "It was the fault of that blockhead Pastrini, that +I did not sooner assist you in your distress. He did not +mention a syllable of your embarrassment to me, when he +knows that, alone and isolated as I am, I seek every +opportunity of making the acquaintance of my neighbors. As +soon as I learned I could in any way assist you, I most +eagerly seized the opportunity of offering my services." The +two young men bowed. Franz had, as yet, found nothing to +say; he had come to no determination, and as nothing in the +count's manner manifested the wish that he should recognize +him, he did not know whether to make any allusion to the +past, or wait until he had more proof; besides, although +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 resolved, therefore, to let +things take their course without making any direct overture +to the count. Moreover, he had this advantage, he was master +of the count's secret, while the count had no hold on Franz, +who had nothing to conceal. However, he resolved to lead the +conversation to a subject which might possibly clear up his +doubts. + +"Count," said he, "you 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 +Popolo?" + +"Ah," said the count negligently, looking attentively at +Morcerf, "is there not something like an execution upon the +Piazza del Popolo?" + +"Yes," returned Franz, finding 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 hand, and 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 once, it is for my valet; +twice, for my majordomo; thrice, for my steward, -- thus I +do not waste a minute or a word. Here he is." A man of about +forty-five or fifty entered, exactly 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 count, "you have procured me +windows looking on the Piazza del Popolo, as I ordered you +yesterday " + +"Yes, excellency," returned the steward; "but it was very +late." + +"Did I not tell you I wished for one?" replied the count, +frowning. + +"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 bowed, and was about to quit the room. "Ah," +continued the count, "be good enough to ask Pastrini if he +has received the tavoletta, and if he can send us an account +of the execution." + +"There is no need to do that," said Franz, taking out his +tablets; "for I saw the account, and copied it down." + +"Very well, you can retire, M. Bertuccio; but let us know +when breakfast is ready. These gentlemen," added he, turning +to the two friends, "will, I trust, do me the honor to +breakfast with me?" + +"But, my dear count," said Albert, "we shall abuse your +kindness." + +"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 read, in the same tone with which he would +have read a newspaper, `that to-day, the 23d of February, +will be executed Andrea Rondolo, guilty of murder on the +person of the respected and venerated Don Cesare Torlini, +canon of the church of St. John Lateran, and Peppino, called +Rocca Priori, convicted of complicity with the detestable +bandit Luigi Vampa, and the men of his band.' Hum! `The +first will be mazzolato, the 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 count, carelessly; "for the other (he +glanced at the tablets as if to recall the name), for +Peppino, called 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 +time, and even the second, while the other, as you must +know, is very simple. The mandaia* never fails, never +trembles, never strikes thirty times ineffectually, like the +soldier who beheaded the Count of Chalais, and to whose +tender mercy Richelieu had doubtless recommended the +sufferer. Ah," added the count, in a contemptuous tone, "do +not tell me of European punishments, they are in the +infancy, or rather the old age, of cruelty." + +* Guillotine. + +"Really, count," replied Franz, "one would think that you +had studied the different tortures of all the nations of the +world." + +"There are, at least, few that I have not seen," said the +count coldly. + +"And you took pleasure in beholding these dreadful +spectacles?" + +"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 meaning, for you excite my curiosity to the +highest pitch." + +"Listen," said the count, and deep hatred mounted to his +face, as the blood would to the face of any other. "If a man +had by unheard-of and excruciating tortures destroyed your +father, your mother, your betrothed, -- a being who, when +torn from you, left a desolation, a 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 murderer, and allows him who has caused us +years of moral sufferings to escape with a few moments of +physical pain?" + +"Yes, I know," said Franz, "that 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 society, attacked by the death of a person, avenges +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 them, or offering him even the +insufficient means of vengeance, of which we have just +spoken? Are there not crimes for which the impalement of the +Turks, the augers of the Persians, the stake and the brand +of the Iroquois Indians, are inadequate tortures, and which +are unpunished by society? Answer me, do not these crimes +exist?" + +"Yes," answered Franz; "and it is to punish them that +duelling is tolerated." + +"Ah, duelling," cried the count; "a pleasant manner, upon my +soul, of arriving at your end when that end is vengeance! A +man has carried off your mistress, a man has seduced your +wife, a 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 creatures, an existence of misery and infamy; and +you think you are avenged because you send a ball through +the head, or pass a sword through the breast, of that man +who has planted madness in your brain, and despair in your +heart. And remember, moreover, that it is often he who comes +off victorious from the strife, absolved of all crime in the +eyes of the world. No, no," continued the count, "had I to +avenge myself, it is not thus I would take revenge." + +"Then you disapprove of duelling? You would not fight a +duel?" asked Albert in his turn, astonished at this strange +theory. + +"Oh, yes," replied the count; "understand me, I would fight +a duel for a trifle, for an insult, for a blow; and the more +so that, thanks to my skill in all bodily exercises, and the +indifference to danger I have gradually acquired, I should +be almost certain to kill my man. Oh, I would fight for such +a cause; but in return for a slow, profound, eternal +torture, I would give back the same, were it possible; an +eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, as 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 count, "with 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 spoke, a servant opened one +of the four doors of the apartment, saying -- "Al suo +commodo!" The two young men arose and entered the +breakfast-room. + +During the meal, which was excellent, and admirably served, +Franz looked repeatedly at Albert, in 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 him, or whether the events +which Franz knew of had had their effect on him alone, he +remarked that his companion did not pay the least regard to +them, but on the contrary ate like a man who for the last +four or five months had been condemned to partake of Italian +cookery -- that is, the worst in the world. As for the +count, he just touched the dishes; he seemed to fulfil the +duties of a host by sitting down with his guests, and +awaited their departure to be served with some strange or +more delicate food. This brought back to Franz, in spite of +himself, the 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 Franz, "but we have +still much to do." + +"What may that be?" + +"We have no masks, and it is absolutely necessary to procure +them." + +"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 Franz, "I +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 Franz, "and 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 executed, but +I think I was rather intoxicated that day, for I had quitted +college the same morning, and 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 Franz, "since 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 +executed." + +"Excellency," said a servant, opening the door, "a man in +the dress of a penitent wishes to speak to you." + +"Ah, yes" returned the count, "I 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 salon, while the count, again +apologizing, left by another door. Albert, who was a great +smoker, and who had considered it no small sacrifice to be +deprived of the cigars of the Cafe de Paris, approached the +table, and uttered a cry of joy at perceiving some veritable +puros. + +"Well," asked Franz, "what think you of the Count of Monte +Cristo?" + +"What do I think?" said Albert, evidently surprised at such +a question from his companion; "I think he is a delightful +fellow, who does the honors of his table admirably; who has +travelled much, read much, is, like Brutus, of the Stoic +school, and moreover," added he, sending a volume of smoke +up towards the ceiling, "that he has excellent cigars." Such +was Albert's opinion of the count, and as Franz well knew +that Albert professed never to form an opinion except upon +long reflection, he made no attempt to change it. "But," +said he, "did you observe one very singular thing?" + +"What?" + +"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 Paris, and my clothes are of a most antiquated cut; the +count takes me for a provincial. The first opportunity you +have, undeceive him, I beg, and 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 Popolo, and we +will go another; and, if you please, by the Corso. Take some +more of these cigars, M. de Morcerf." + +"With all my heart," returned Albert; "Italian cigars are +horrible. When you come to Paris, I 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 +Frattina, which led directly between the Fiano and Rospoli +palaces, Franz's attention was directed towards the windows +of that last palace, for 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 count, with as much indifference as he could assume. +"The three last," returned he, with a negligence evidently +unaffected, for 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 damask, and +the centre one with white damask and a red cross. The man in +the mantle had kept his promise to the Transteverin, and +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 placed, scaffolds were raised, and +windows were hung with flags. The masks could not appear; +the carriages could not move about; but the masks were +visible behind the windows, the carriages, and the doors. + +Franz, Albert, and the count continued to descend the Corso. +As they approached the Piazza del Popolo, the crowd became +more dense, and above the heads of the multitude two objects +were visible: the obelisk, surmounted by a cross, which +marks the centre of the square, and in front of the obelisk, +at the point where the three streets, del Babuino, del +Corso, and di Ripetta, meet, the two uprights of the +scaffold, between which glittered the curved knife of the +mandaia. At the corner of the street they met the count's +steward, who was awaiting his master. The window, let at an +exorbitant price, which the count had doubtless wished to +conceal from his guests, was on the second floor of the +great palace, situated between the Via del Babuino and the +Monte Pincio. It consisted, as we have said, of a small +dressing-room, opening into a bedroom, and, when the door of +communication was shut, the 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 +brought, as they will be the most worn this year; and they +are most suitable, on account of the confetti (sweetmeats), +as they do not show the flour." + +Franz heard the words of the count but imperfectly, and 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 presented, and by the terrible instrument +that was in the centre. It was the first time Franz had ever +seen a guillotine, -- we say guillotine, because the Roman +mandaia is formed on almost the same model as the French +instrument.* The knife, which is shaped like a crescent, +that cuts with the convex side, falls from a less height, +and that is all the difference. Two men, seated on the +movable plank on which the victim is laid, were eating their +breakfasts, while waiting for the criminal. Their repast +consisted apparently of bread and sausages. One of them +lifted the plank, took out a flask of wine, drank some, and +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 Popolo, had passed the +night, each accompanied by two priests, in a chapel closed +by a grating, before which were two sentinels, who were +relieved at intervals. A double line of carbineers, placed +on each side of the door of the church, reached to the +scaffold, and formed a circle around it, leaving a path +about ten feet wide, and 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 +shoulders, and 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 sea, that 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 yet, instead of the +silence and the solemnity demanded by the occasion, laughter +and jests arose from the crowd. It was evident that the +execution was, in the eyes of the people, only the +commencement of the Carnival. Suddenly the tumult ceased, as +if by magic, and the doors of the church opened. A +brotherhood of penitents, clothed from head to foot in robes +of gray sackcloth, with holes for the eyes, and holding in +their hands lighted tapers, appeared first; the chief +marched at the head. Behind the penitents came a man of vast +stature and proportions. He was naked, with the exception of +cloth drawers at the left side of which hung a large knife +in a sheath, and he bore on his right shoulder a heavy iron +sledge-hammer. This man was the executioner. He had, +moreover, sandals bound on his feet by cords. Behind the +executioner came, in 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 step, doubtless aware of what awaited him. Andrea was +supported by two priests. Each of them, from 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 shirt, and mechanically +cast away his cigar, although he had not half smoked it. The +count alone seemed unmoved -- nay, more, a slight color +seemed striving to rise in his pale cheeks. His nostrils +dilated like those of a wild beast that scents its prey, and +his lips, half opened, disclosed his white teeth, small and +sharp like those of a jackal. And yet his features wore an +expression of smiling tenderness, such as Franz had never +before witnessed in them; his black eyes especially were +full of kindness and pity. However, the two culprits +advanced, and 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 erect, and seemed on +the watch to see on which side his liberator would appear. +Andrea was short and fat; his visage, marked with brutal +cruelty, did not indicate age; he might be thirty. In prison +he had suffered his beard to grow; his head fell on his +shoulder, his legs bent beneath him, and 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 count, "that 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 mandaia, a priest arrived in +some haste, forced his way through the soldiers, and, +advancing to the chief of the brotherhood, gave him a folded +paper. The piercing eye of Peppino had noticed all. The +chief took the paper, unfolded it, and, raising 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 +he. + +Peppino remained breathless. "A pardon for Peppino, called +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 Andrea, who 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 beast, and +striving desperately to break the cords that bound his +hands. The executioner made a sign, and his two assistants +leaped from the scaffold and seized him. "What is going on?" +asked Franz of the count; for, as all the talk was in the +Roman dialect, he had not perfectly understood it. "Do you +not see?" returned the count, "that 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 count, extending his clinched +hands towards the crowd, "how 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 ground, and he kept exclaiming, "He ought to die! -- he +shall die! -- I will not die alone!" + +"Look, look," cried the count. seizing the young men's hands +-- "look, for on my soul it is curious. Here is a man who +had resigned himself to his fate, who was going to the +scaffold to die -- like a coward, it is true, but he was +about to die without resistance. Do you know what gave him +strength? -- do you know what consoled him? It was, that +another partook of his punishment -- that another partook of +his anguish -- that another was to die before him. Lead two +sheep to the butcher's, two oxen to the slaughterhouse, and +make one of them understand that his companion will not die; +the sheep will bleat for pleasure, the ox will bellow with +joy. But man -- man, whom God created in his own image -- +man, upon whom God has laid his first, his sole commandment, +to love his neighbor -- man, to 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 nature, this king of the creation!" And +the count burst into a laugh; a terrible laugh, that showed +he must have suffered horribly to be able thus to laugh. +However, the struggle still continued, and it was dreadful +to witness. The people all took part against Andrea, and +twenty thousand voices cried, "Put him to death! put him to +death!" Franz sprang back, but the count seized his arm, and +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 scaffold, and there, in spite of his struggles, his +bites, and his cries, had forced him to his knees. During +this time the executioner had raised his mace, and signed to +them to get out of the way; the criminal strove to rise, +but, ere he had time, the mace fell on his left temple. A +dull and heavy sound was heard, and the man dropped like an +ox on his face, and then turned over on his back. The +executioner let fall his mace, drew his knife, and with one +stroke opened his throat, and 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 longer, but sank, +half fainting, into a seat. Albert, with his eyes closed, +was standing grasping the window-curtains. The count was +erect and triumphant, like the Avenging Angel! + + + +Chapter 36 +The Carnival at Rome. + +When Franz recovered his senses, he saw Albert drinking a +glass of water, of which, to judge from his pallor, he stood +in great need; and the count, who was assuming his +masquerade costume. He glanced mechanically towards the +square -- the scene was wholly changed; scaffold, +executioners, victims, all had disappeared; only the people +remained, full of noise and excitement. The bell of Monte +Citorio, which only sounds on the pope's decease and the +opening of the Carnival, was ringing a joyous peal. "Well," +asked he of the count, "what has, then, happened?" + +"Nothing," replied the count; "only, as you see, the +Carnival his commenced. Make haste and dress yourself." + +"In fact," said Franz, "this 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 +fortunate?" + +"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 Franz, "do 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 +spectacle, it 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 life, and the real visage is disclosed. It must be +allowed that Andrea was not very handsome, the hideous +scoundrel! Come, dress yourselves, gentlemen, dress +yourselves." Franz felt it would be ridiculous not to follow +his two companions' example. He assumed his costume, and +fastened on the mask that scarcely equalled the pallor of +his own face. Their toilet finished, they descended; the +carriage awaited them at the door, filled 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 +death, the Piazza del Popolo presented a spectacle of gay +and noisy mirth and revelry. A crowd of masks flowed in from +all sides, emerging from the doors, descending from the +windows. From every street and every corner drove carriages +filled with clowns, harlequins, dominoes, mummers, +pantomimists, Transteverins, knights, and peasants, +screaming, fighting, gesticulating, throwing eggs filled +with flour, confetti, nosegays, attacking, with their +sarcasms and their missiles, friends and foes, companions +and strangers, indiscriminately, and no one took offence, or +did anything but laugh. Franz and Albert were like men who, +to drive away a violent sorrow, have recourse to wine, and +who, as they drink and become intoxicated, feel a thick veil +drawn between the past and the present. They saw, or rather +continued to see, the image of what they had witnessed; but +little by little the general vertigo seized them, and they +felt themselves obliged to take part in the noise and +confusion. A handful of confetti that came from a +neighboring carriage, and which, while it covered Morcerf +and his two companions with dust, pricked his neck and that +portion of his face uncovered by his mask like a hundred +pins, incited him to join in the general combat, in which +all the masks around him were engaged. He rose in his turn, +and seizing handfuls of confetti and sweetmeats, with which +the carriage was filled, cast them with all the force and +skill he was master of. + +The strife had fairly begun, and the recollection of what +they had seen half an hour before was gradually effaced from +the young men's minds, so much were they occupied by the gay +and glittering procession they now beheld. As for the Count +of Monte Cristo, he had never for an instant shown any +appearance of having been moved. Imagine the large and +splendid Corso, bordered from one end to the other with +lofty palaces, with their balconies hung with carpets, and +their windows with flags. At these balconies are three +hundred thousand spectators -- Romans, Italians, strangers +from all parts of the world, the united aristocracy of +birth, wealth, and genius. Lovely women, yielding to the +influence of the scene, bend over their balconies, or lean +from their windows, and shower down confetti, which 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 about, buffaloes' heads below +from men's shoulders, dogs walk on their hind legs; in the +midst of all this a mask is lifted, and, as in Callot's +Temptation of St. Anthony, a lovely face is exhibited, which +we would fain follow, but 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 +carriage, and requested permission to withdraw, leaving the +vehicle at their disposal. Franz looked up -- they were +opposite the Rospoli Palace. At the centre window, the one +hung with white damask with a red cross, was 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 scene, you know you +have places at my windows. In the meantime, dispose of my +coachman, my carriage, and my servants." We have forgotten +to mention, that the count's coachman was attired in a +bear-skin, exactly resembling Odry's in "The Bear and the +Pasha;" and the two footmen behind were dressed up as green +monkeys, with spring masks, with which they made grimaces at +every one who passed. Franz thanked the count for his +attention. As for Albert, he was busily occupied throwing +bouquets at a carriage full of Roman peasants that was +passing near him. Unfortunately for him, the line of +carriages moved on again, and while he descended the Piazza +del Popolo, the other ascended towards the Palazzo di +Venezia. "Ah, my dear fellow," said he to Franz; "you did +not see?" + +"What?" + +"There, -- that calash filled with Roman peasants." + +"No." + +"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 +disappointments." + +"Oh," replied he, half laughing, half serious; "I hope the +Carnival will not pass without some amends in one shape or +the other." + +But, in spite of Albert's hope, the day passed unmarked by +any incident, excepting two or three encounters with the +carriage full of Roman peasants. At one of these encounters, +accidentally or purposely, Albert'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; for, as the carriage of the two friends +passed her, she 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-hole, and the carriage went triumphantly on. + +"Well," said Franz to him; "there is the beginning of an +adventure." + +"Laugh if you please -- I really think so. So I will not +abandon this bouquet." + +"Pardieu," returned Franz, laughing, "in token of your +ingratitude." The jest, however, soon appeared to become +earnest; for when Albert and Franz again encountered the +carriage with the contadini, the one who had thrown the +violets to Albert, clapped her hands when she beheld them in +his button-hole. "Bravo, bravo," 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 clock, as they +say at the opera-balls. If the fair peasant wishes to carry +matters any further, we shall find her, or rather, she 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 Franz, "you 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 +resolved, doubtless, to carry the intrigue no farther; for +although the young men made several more turns, they did not +again see the calash, which 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 windows, hung with yellow damask, were +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 line, and in a second all the carriages had +disappeared. Franz and Albert were opposite the Via delle +Maratte; the coachman, without saying a word, drove 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 count, and 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 himself, and that it had gone at four o'clock +to fetch him from the Rospoli Palace. The count had, +moreover, charged 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 answer, he 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' pardon, but 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 Franz, "leave 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 remember, Signor 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 apartments, and proceeded +to disencumber themselves of their costumes. Albert, as he +took off his dress, carefully 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 Franz, in +spite of the dislike he seemed to have taken to the count, +to confess that the advantage was not on Pastrini's side. +During dessert, the servant inquired at what time they +wished for the carriage. Albert and Franz looked at each +other, fearing 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 +indiscretion." + +They resolved to profit by the count's courtesy, and ordered +the horses to be harnessed, while they substituted evening +dress for that which they had on, and which was somewhat the +worse for the numerous combats they had sustained. This +precaution taken, they went to the theatre, and installed +themselves in the count's box. During the first act, the +Countess G---- entered. Her first look was at the box where +she had seen the count the previous evening, so 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; and, availing himself of one of the privileges of +the spectators of the Italian theatres, who use their boxes +to hold receptions, the two friends went to pay their +respects to the countess. Scarcely had they entered, when +she motioned to Franz to assume the seat of honor. Albert, +in his turn, sat behind. + +"Well," said she, hardly giving Franz time to sit down, "it +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 Franz, "I 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 +box." + +"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." + +"When?" + +"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 countess, who 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 +countess. + +"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 countess, smiling, "I 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?" + +"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 Albert, "it 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 +countess. + +"At the Rospoli Palace." + +"The count had three windows at the Rospoli Palace?" + +"Yes. Did you pass through the Corso?" + +"Yes." + +"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 Albert, "he 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 entered, and, +according to custom, Franz gave up his seat to him. This +circumstance had, moreover, the 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 morning, at nine +o'clock, he entered Franz's room, followed by a tailor, who +had eight or ten Roman peasant costumes on his arm; they +selected two exactly alike, and charged the tailor to sew on +each of their hats about twenty yards of ribbon, and 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 velvet, silk +stockings with clocks, shoes with buckles, and 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 hat, placed coquettishly on one side, let fall +on his shoulder a stream of ribbons, Franz 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 robes, but are +they not now hideous with their blue frocks buttoned up to +the chin, and their red caps, which 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 he, "although 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 decline, but 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 +them, conversing on all subjects with the greatest ease. He +was, as we have already said, perfectly 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 sciences, and 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 frankly, and he received their excuses with +the air of a man who appreciated their delicacy. Albert was +charmed with the count's manners, and 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 all, for the fair +peasants had appeared in a most elegant carriage the +preceding evening, and 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 +disguises, which gave them a more ridiculous appearance than +ever, and 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 +turn, a bunch of fresh violets, thrown from a carriage +filled with harlequins, indicated to Albert that, like +himself and his friend, the peasants had changed their +costume, also; and whether it was the result of chance, or +whether a similar feeling had possessed them both, while he +had changed his costume they had assumed his. + +Albert placed the fresh bouquet in his button-hole, but he +kept the faded one in his hand; and when he again met the +calash, he raised it to his lips, an 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 one, perhaps 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 evening, on his return, Franz +found a letter from the embassy, informing him that he would +have the honor of being received by his holiness the next +day. At each previous visit he had made to Rome, he had +solicited and obtained the same favor; and incited as much +by a religious feeling as by gratitude, he 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 Carnival, for in spite of his +condescension and touching kindness, one 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 thoughts, to 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 costume, and as she passed she raised her +mask. She was charming. Franz congratulated Albert, who +received his congratulations with the air of a man conscious +that they are merited. He had recognized by certain +unmistakable signs, that his fair incognita belonged to the +aristocracy. He had made up his mind to write to her the +next day. Franz remarked, while he gave these details, that +Albert seemed to have something to ask of him, but that he +was unwilling to ask it. He insisted upon it, declaring +beforehand that he was willing to make any sacrifice the +other wished. Albert let himself be pressed just as long as +friendship required, and 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 as, during three +years that he had travelled all over Italy, a similar piece +of good fortune had never fallen to his share, Franz 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 repass, holding an +enormous bouquet, which 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 joy, but 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 +him, and that he should pass the next day in writing and +looking over his journal. Albert was not deceived, for 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 letter, and read: -- + +Tuesday evening, at seven o'clock, descend from your +carriage opposite the Via dei Pontefici, and follow the +Roman peasant who snatches your torch from you. When you +arrive at the first step of the church of San Giacomo, be +sure to fasten a knot of rose-colored ribbons to the +shoulder of your harlequin costume, in order that you may be +recognized. Until then you will not see me. + +Constancy and Discretion. + +"Well," asked he, when Franz had finished, "what do you +think of that?" + +"I think that the adventure is assuming a very agreeable +appearance." + +"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 care, Albert," said Franz. +"All the nobility of Rome will be present, and if your fair +incognita belong to the higher class of society, she must go +there." + +"Whether she goes there or not, my opinion is still the +same," returned Albert. "You have read the letter?" + +"Yes." + +"You know how imperfectly the women of the mezzo cito are +educated in Italy?" (This is the name of the lower class.) + +"Yes." + +"Well, read the letter again. Look at the writing, and find +if you can, any blemish in the language or orthography." +(The writing was, in reality, charming, and 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's, but also return to +Florence alone." + +"If my unknown be as amiable as she is beautiful," said +Albert, "I shall fix myself at Rome for six weeks, at least. +I adore Rome, and I have always had a great taste for +archaeology." + +"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 himself, free to recommence the +discussion after dinner. After dinner, the 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 evening, and +had only returned an hour since. He was charming. Whether he +kept a watch over himself, or whether by accident he did not +sound the acrimonious chords that in other circumstances had +been touched, he 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 +side, however great Franz's desire was to allude to their +former interview, the 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 consequence, he 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 that, as he was going to the Palli Theatre, the 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 +pallor, which had so forcibly struck him at their first +meeting. He could not refrain from admiring the severe +beauty of his features, the only defect, or rather the +principal quality of which was the pallor. Truly, a Byronic +hero! Franz could not, we will not say see him, but even +think of him without imagining his stern head upon Manfred's +shoulders, or 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 soul, and 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. +And, to complete his resemblance with the fantastic heroes +of the English poet, the 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 that, with his +eccentric character, his characteristic face, and his +colossal fortune, he 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 is, not in listening to the music, but in +paying visits and conversing. The Countess G---- wished to +revive the subject of the count, but Franz announced he had +something far newer to tell her, and, in spite of Albert's +demonstrations of false modesty, he 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 travellers, the comtess did not manifest +the least incredulity, but congratulated Albert on his +success. They promised, upon separating, to meet at the Duke +of Bracciano's ball, to 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 came, the last and most tumultuous day of +the Carnival. On Tuesday, the theatres open at ten o'clock +in the morning, as Lent begins after eight at night. On +Tuesday, all those who through want of money, time, or +enthusiasm, have not been to see the Carnival before, mingle +in the gayety, and contribute to the noise and excitement. +From two o'clock till five Franz and Albert followed in the +fete, exchanging handfuls of confetti with the other +carriages and the pedestrians, who crowded amongst the +horses' feet and the carriage wheels without a single +accident, a single dispute, or a single fight. The fetes are +veritable pleasure days to the Italians. The author of this +history, who has resided five or six years in Italy, does +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 confusion, Franz wore his +peasant's costume. + +As the day advanced, the tumult became greater. There was +not on the pavement, in the carriages, at the windows, a +single tongue that was silent, a single arm that did not +move. It was a human storm, made up of a thunder of cries, +and a hail of sweetmeats, flowers, eggs, oranges, and +nosegays. At three o'clock the sound of fireworks, let 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 races, like 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 ranks, and retired by the adjacent streets. +All these evolutions are executed with an inconceivable +address and marvellous rapidity, without 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 abreast, galloped up the Corso in order to clear it +for the barberi. When the detachment arrived at the Piazza +di Venezia, a second volley of fireworks was discharged, to +announce that the street was clear. Almost instantly, in the +midst of a tremendous and general outcry, seven or eight +horses, excited by the shouts of three hundred thousand +spectators, passed by like lightning. Then the Castle of +Saint Angelo fired three cannon to indicate that number +three had won. Immediately, without any other signal, the +carriages moved on, flowing on towards the Corso, down all +the streets, like torrents pent up for a while, which 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 moccoletti, are candles which vary in size from the +pascal taper to the rushlight, and which give to each actor +in the great final scene of the Carnival two very serious +problems to grapple with, -- first, how to keep his own +moccoletto alight; and secondly, how to extinguish the +moccoletti of others. The moccoletto is like life: man has +found but one means of transmitting it, and that one comes +from God. But he has discovered a thousand means of taking +it away, and 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 bellows, the monstrous +extinguishers, the superhuman fans. Every one hastened to +purchase moccoletti -- Franz and Albert among the rest. + +The night was rapidly approaching; and already, at the cry +of "Moccoletti!" repeated by the shrill voices of a thousand +vendors, two or three stars began to burn among the crowd. +It was a signal. At the end of ten minutes fifty thousand +lights glittered, descending from the Palazzo di Venezia to +the Piazza del Popolo, and 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 prince, the Transteverin the citizen, every one +blowing, extinguishing, relighting. Had old AEolus appeared +at this moment, he would have been proclaimed king of the +moccoli, and 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 +out, bearing his moccoletto in his hand. Two or three masks +strove to knock his moccoletto out of his hand; but Albert, +a first-rate pugilist, sent them rolling in the street, one +after the other, and continued his course towards the church +of San Giacomo. The steps were crowded with masks, who +strove to snatch each other's torches. Franz followed Albert +with his eyes, and saw him mount the first step. Instantly a +mask, wearing 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; +but, without doubt, nothing hostile passed, for he saw +Albert disappear arm-in-arm with the peasant girl. He +watched them pass through the crowd for some time, but at +length he lost sight of them in the Via Macello. Suddenly +the bell that gives the signal for the end of the carnival +sounded, and 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 life, perhaps, Franz had never before +experienced so sudden an impression, so rapid a transition +from gayety to sadness, as in this moment. It seemed as +though Rome, under the magic breath of some demon of the +night, had suddenly changed into a vast tomb. By a chance, +which added yet more to the intensity of the darkness, the +moon, which was on the wane, did not rise until eleven +o'clock, and 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 carriage, or rather the +count's, stopped before the Hotel de Londres. Dinner was +waiting, but as Albert had told him that he should not +return so soon, Franz sat down without him. Signor Pastrini, +who had been accustomed to see them dine together, inquired +into the cause of his absence, but Franz merely replied that +Albert had received on the previous evening an invitation +which he had accepted. The sudden extinction of the +moccoletti, the darkness which had replaced the light, and +the silence which had succeeded the turmoil, had left in +Franz's mind a certain depression which was not free from +uneasiness. He therefore dined very silently, in spite of +the officious attention of his host, who 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 carriage, therefore, for 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 himself, and went out, telling +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 Rome, the duchess, one of the last +heiresses of the Colonnas, does its honors with the most +consummate grace, and thus their fetes have a European +celebrity. Franz and Albert had brought to Rome letters of +introduction to them, and 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 moccoli, and 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 duke, "this 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 +arrived, and was leaning on the arm of Signor Torlonia, the +duke's brother. + +"I think, on the contrary, that it is a charming night," +replied the countess, "and those who are here will complain +of but one thing -- its too rapid flight." + +"I am not speaking," said the duke with a smile, "of 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 countess, "who 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 Franz, "and 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; "you, who 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 moreover, what 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 here, duke," said Franz, "and +desired them to come and inform me of his return." + +"Ah," replied the duke, "here I think, is one of my servants +who is seeking you." + +The duke was not mistaken; when he saw Franz, the 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. + +"Yes." + +"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 +you." + +"Oh," said the countess to Franz, "go 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 +Bracciano, which is on one side in the Corso, and on the +other in the Square of the Holy Apostles, is hardly ten +minutes' walk from the Hotel de Londres. As he came near the +hotel, Franz 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 him, but, to his +extreme astonishment, the stranger first addressed him. +"What wants your excellency of me?" inquired the man, +retreating a step or two, as if to keep on his guard. + +"Are not you the person who brought me a letter," inquired +Franz, "from the Viscount of Morcerf?" + +"Your excellency lodges at Pastrini's hotel?" + +"I do." + +"Your excellency is the travelling companion of the +viscount?" + +"I am." + +"Your excellency's name" -- + +"Is the Baron Franz d'Epinay." + +"Then it is to your excellency that this letter is +addressed." + +"Is there any answer?" inquired Franz, taking 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 messenger, with a smile. + +"And why?" + +"Your excellency will know when you have read the letter." + +"Shall I find you here, then?" + +"Certainly." + +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 replied, "and 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 alarmed, and this had only made +him the more anxious to read Albert's letter; and so he went +instantly towards the waxlight, and 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 this, have +the kindness to take the letter of credit from my +pocket-book, which you will find in the square drawer of the +secretary; add your own to it, if it be not sufficient. Run +to Torlonia, draw 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 more, relying 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 written, in a strange hand, the +following in Italian: -- + +Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono +nelle mie mani, alla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di +vivere. + +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 Franz, who now +understood the objection of the messenger to coming up into +the apartment; the street was safer for him. Albert, then, +had fallen into the hands of the famous bandit chief, in +whose existence he had for so long a time refused to +believe. There was no time to lose. He hastened to open the +secretary, and found the pocket-book in the drawer, and in +it the letter of credit. There were in all six thousand +piastres, but of these six thousand Albert had already +expended three thousand. As to Franz, he had no letter of +credit, as he lived at Florence, and had only come to Rome +to pass seven or eight days; he had brought but a hundred +louis, and 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. True, he might in such +a case rely on the kindness of Signor Torlonia. He was, +therefore, about to return to the Palazzo Bracciano without +loss of time, when suddenly a luminous idea crossed his +mind. He remembered the Count of Monte Cristo. Franz was +about to ring for Signor Pastrini, when 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 desired, and returning five minutes after, he said, +-- "The count awaits your excellency." Franz went along the +corridor, and a servant introduced him to the count. He was +in a small room which Franz had not yet seen, and 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 +you." + +"No; I have come to speak to you of a very serious matter." + +"A serious matter," said the count, looking at Franz with +the earnestness usual to him; "and what may it be?" + +"Are we alone?" + +"Yes," replied the count, going to the door, and returning. +Franz gave him Albert's letter. "Read that," he said. The +count read it. + +"Well, well!" said he. + +"Did you see the postscript?" + +"I did, indeed. + +"`Se alle sei della mattina le quattro mile piastre non sono +nelle mie mani, alla sette il conte Alberto avra cessato di +vivere. + +"`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 +secretary, opened it, and pulling out a drawer filled with +gold, said 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 man, looking fixedly in his +turn at the count. + +"Judge for yourself," replied he. "The postscript is +explicit." + +"I think that if you would take the trouble of reflecting, +you could find a way of simplifying the negotiation," said +Franz. + +"How so?" returned the count, with 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 +forgotten?" + +"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 brows, and +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?" + +"Yes." + +"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 street, and whistled +in a peculiar manner. The man in the mantle quitted the +wall, and advanced into the middle of the street. "Salite!" +said the count, in the same tone in which he would have +given an order to his servant. The messenger obeyed without +the least hesitation, but rather with alacrity, and, +mounting the steps at a bound, entered the hotel; five +seconds afterwards he was at the door of the room. "Ah, it +is you, Peppino," 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 +have, then, not forgotten that I saved your life; that is +strange, for it is a week ago." + +"No, excellency; and never shall I forget it," returned +Peppino, with 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. "Oh, you 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 French, "it is necessary to +excite this man's confidence." + +"You can speak before me," said Franz; "I am a friend of the +count's." + +"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 +carriage." + +"What?" cried Franz, "was Luigi Vampa in the carriage with +the Roman peasants?" + +"It was he who drove, disguised as the coachman," replied +Peppino. + +"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 +Giacomo." + +"What!" exclaimed Franz, "the 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 count, turning towards Franz, "it 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 +count, "it 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 +them." + +"Well, here is an opportunity made to your hand, and it +would be difficult to contrive a better. Have you a +carriage?" + +"No." + +"That is of no consequence; I always have one ready, day and +night." + +"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 rang, and 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 heard, and 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 time, but +the delay may cause your friend to pass an uneasy night, and +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 downstairs, accompanied by Peppino. +At the door they found the carriage. Ali was on the box, in +whom Franz recognized the dumb slave of the grotto of Monte +Cristo. Franz and the count got into the carriage. Peppino +placed himself beside Ali, and they set off at a rapid pace. +Ali had received his instructions, and went down the Corso, +crossed the Campo Vaccino, went up the Strada San Gregorio, +and reached the gates of St. Sebastian. Then the porter +raised some difficulties, but the Count of Monte Cristo +produced a permit from the governor of Rome, allowing him to +leave or enter the city at any hour of the day or night; the +portcullis was therefore raised, the porter had a louis for +his trouble, and they went on their way. The road which the +carriage now traversed was the ancient Appian Way, and +bordered with tombs. From time to time, by the light of the +moon, which began to rise, Franz imagined that he saw +something like a sentinel appear at various points among the +ruins, and suddenly retreat into the darkness on a signal +from Peppino. A short time before they reached the Baths of +Caracalla the carriage stopped, Peppino opened the door, and +the count and Franz alighted. + +"In ten minutes," said the count to his companion, "we shall +be there." + +He then took Peppino aside, gave him an order in a low +voice, and Peppino went away, taking 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 herbage, which 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 path, which, at the distance of a hundred paces, led +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 +awhile?" + +"Let us go on; Peppino will have warned the sentry of our +coming." One of the two men was Peppino, and the other a +bandit on the lookout. Franz and the count advanced, and the +bandit saluted them. "Your excellency," said Peppino, +addressing the count, "if you will follow me, the 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 +rocks, by which a man could scarcely pass. Peppino glided +first into this crevice; after they got along a few paces +the passage widened. Peppino passed, lighted his torch, and +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 descent, enlarging as they +proceeded; still Franz and the count were compelled to +advance in a stooping posture, and were scarcely able to +proceed abreast of one another. They went on a hundred and +fifty paces in this way, and then were stopped by, "Who +comes there?" At the same time they saw the reflection of a +torch on a carbine barrel. + +"A friend!" responded Peppino; and, advancing alone towards +the sentry, he said a few words to him in a low tone; and +then he, like the first, saluted the nocturnal visitors, +making a sign that they might proceed. + +Behind the sentinel was a staircase with twenty steps. Franz +and the count descended these, and found themselves in a +mortuary chamber. Five corridors diverged like the rays of a +star, and the walls, dug into niches, which were arranged +one above the other in the shape of coffins, showed that +they were at last in the catacombs. Down one of the +corridors, whose extent it was impossible to determine, rays +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 +obeyed, and 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 torch, was +visible along the wall. They advanced silently, the count +guiding Franz as if he had the singular faculty of seeing in +the dark. Franz himself, however, saw his way more plainly +in proportion as he went on towards the light, which 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 +were, and on the other into a large square chamber, entirely +surrounded by niches similar to those of which we have +spoken. In the midst of this chamber were four stones, which +had formerly served as an altar, as was evident from the +cross which still surmounted them. A lamp, placed at the +base of a pillar, lighted 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 column, and was reading +with his back turned to the arcades, through the openings of +which the newcomers contemplated him. This was the chief of +the band, Luigi Vampa. Around him, and in groups, according +to their fancy, lying in their mantles, or with their backs +against a sort of stone bench, which went all round the +columbarium, were to be seen twenty brigands or more, each +having his carbine within reach. At the other end, silent, +scarcely visible, and like a shadow, was a sentinel, who was +walking up and down before a grotto, which 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 tableau, he raised +his finger to his lips, to warn him to be silent, and, +ascending the three steps which led to the corridor of the +columbarium, entered the chamber by the middle arcade, and +advanced towards Vampa, who was so intent on the book before +him that he did not hear the noise of his footsteps. + +"Who comes there?" cried the sentinel, who was less +abstracted, and who saw by the lamp-light a shadow +approaching his chief. At this challenge, Vampa rose +quickly, drawing at the same moment a pistol from his +girdle. In a moment all the bandits were on their feet, and +twenty carbines were levelled at the count. "Well," said he +in a voice perfectly calm, and no muscle of his countenance +disturbed, "well, my dear Vampa, it appears to me that you +receive a friend with a great deal of ceremony." + +"Ground arms," exclaimed the chief, with an imperative sign +of the hand, while with the other he took off his hat +respectfully; then, turning to the singular personage who +had caused this scene, he said, "Your 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 count, "and 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 bandit, with the air of a man who, having +committed an error, is anxious to repair it. + +"Was it not agreed," asked the count, "that not only my +person, but also that of my friends, should be respected by +you?" + +"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 count, in a +tone that made Franz shudder, "this 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 count, taking the letter from his +pocket, "you 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 chief, turning towards his men, who all retreated +before his look. "Why have you caused me thus to fail in my +word towards a gentleman like the count, who has all our +lives in his hands? By heavens, if I thought one of you knew +that the young gentleman was the friend of his excellency, I +would blow his brains out with my own hand!" + +"Well," said the count, turning towards Franz, "I 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 added, turning to +Franz, "here is Luigi Vampa, who will himself express to you +his deep regret at the mistake he has committed." Franz +approached, the chief advancing several steps to meet him. +"Welcome among us, your excellency," he said to him; "you +heard what the count just said, and also my reply; let me +add that I would not for the four thousand piastres at which +I had fixed your friend's ransom, that this had happened." + +"But," said Franz, looking round him uneasily, "where is the +Viscount? -- I do not see him." + +"Nothing has happened to him, I hope," said the count +frowningly. + +"The prisoner is there," replied Vampa, pointing to the +hollow space in front of which the bandit was on guard, "and +I will go myself and tell him he is free." The chief went +towards the place he had pointed out as Albert's prison, and +Franz and the count followed him. "What is the prisoner +doing?" inquired Vampa of the sentinel. + +"Ma foi, captain," replied the sentry, "I 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 chief, who drew back +a bolt and opened a door. Then, by the gleam of a lamp, +similar to that which lighted the columbarium, Albert was to +be seen wrapped up in a cloak which one of the bandits had +lent him, lying 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 Albert, he touched him on +the shoulder, saying, "Will your excellency please to +awaken?" Albert stretched out his arms, rubbed his eyelids, +and opened his eyes. "Oh," said he, "is it you, captain? 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 Albert, with 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 +you." + +"Come hither?" + +"Yes, hither." + +"Really? Then that person is a most amiable person." Albert +looked around and perceived Franz. "What," said he, "is it +you, my dear Franz, whose devotion and friendship are thus +displayed?" + +"No, not I," replied Franz, "but our neighbor, the Count of +Monte Cristo." + +"Oh. my dear count." said Albert gayly, arranging his cravat +and wristbands, "you 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 Count, who shuddered +as he gave his own, but who nevertheless did give it. The +bandit gazed on this scene with amazement; he was evidently +accustomed to see his prisoners tremble before him, and yet +here was one whose gay temperament was not for a moment +altered; as for Franz, he 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 +haste, we shall yet have time to finish the night at +Torlonia's. You may conclude your interrupted galop, so that +you will owe no ill-will to Signor Luigi, who has, indeed, +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 Albert, "is there any +formality to fulfil before I take leave of your excellency?" + +"None, sir," replied the bandit, "you are as free as air." + +"Well, then, a happy and merry life to you. Come, gentlemen, +come." + +And Albert, followed by Franz and the count, descended the +staircase, crossed the square chamber, where stood all the +bandits, hat 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 herdsman, he preceded his guests, not as a servant who +performs an act of civility, but like a king who precedes +ambassadors. On reaching the door, he bowed. "And now, your +excellency," added he, "allow me to repeat my apologies, and +I hope you will not entertain any resentment at what has +occurred." + +"No, my dear Vampa," replied the count; "besides, you +compensate for your mistakes in so gentlemanly a way, that +one almost feels obliged to you for having committed them." + +"Gentlemen," added the chief, turning 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 first, then 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 +entered." + +"Caesar's `Commentaries,'" said the bandit, "it is my +favorite work." + +"Well, are you coming?" asked Albert. + +"Yes," replied Franz, "here I am," and he, in his turn, left +the caves. They advanced to the plain. "Ah, your pardon," +said Albert, turning round; "will you allow me, captain?" +And he lighted his cigar at Vampa's torch. "Now, my 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 Ali, and 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 event, but as they entered +together, all 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 promise, but here is my friend, whose character for +veracity you well know, and he will assure you the delay +arose from no fault of mine." And as at this moment the +orchestra gave the signal for the waltz, Albert put his arm +round the waist of the countess, and 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 been, in some sort, forced +to give his hand to Albert. + + + +Chapter 38 +The Compact. + +The first words that Albert uttered to his friend, on the +following morning, contained a request that Franz would +accompany him on a visit to the count; true, the 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. Franz, who seemed attracted +by some invisible influence towards the count, in which +terror was strangely mingled, felt an extreme reluctance to +permit his friend to be exposed alone to the singular +fascination that this mysterious personage seemed to +exercise over him, and therefore made no objection to +Albert's request, but at once accompanied him to the desired +spot, and, after a short delay, the 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 me, as long as +I live, I 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 +count, with a smile, "you 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 Albert, "I 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 count, "your 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 Albert, "that 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 Paris, in +consequence of a treaty of marriage (my dear Franz, do not +smile, I beg of you) with a family of high standing, and +connected with the very cream of Parisian society." + +"Connected by marriage, you mean," said Franz, laughingly. + +"Well, never mind how it is," answered Albert, "it 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 count, "and 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 Cristo, and while the Count was speaking the young man +watched him closely, hoping to read something of his purpose +in his face, but his countenance was inscrutable especially +when, as in the present case, it was veiled in a sphinx-like +smile. "But tell me now, count," 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 lives, but which, like a house +built on the sand, is liable to be blown over by the first +puff of wind?" + +"I pledge you my honor," returned the count, "that 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 +yourself?" + +"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 Albert, "you will be at my +house?" + +"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 +engagements." + +"Day for day, hour for hour," said Albert; "that will suit +me to a dot." + +"So be it, then," replied the count, and extending his hand +towards a calendar, suspended near the chimney-piece, he +said, "to-day is the 21st of February;" and drawing out his +watch, added, "it 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 +waiting." + +"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 count, as, taking out his +tablets, he wrote down "No. 27, Rue du Helder, 21st May, +half-past ten in the morning." + +"Now then," said the count, returning his tablets to his +pocket, "make 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 +count, addressing Franz, "do you also depart to-morrow?" + +"Yes." + +"For France?" + +"No, for Venice; I shall remain in Italy for another year or +two." + +"Then we shall not meet in Paris?" + +"I fear I shall not have that honor." + +"Well, since we must part," said the count, holding out a +hand to each of the young men, "allow 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 him, and unconsciously he shuddered at its +touch, for 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. 27, in the Rue du Helder, +on the 21st of May, at half-past ten in the morning, and +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 count, quitted the room. "What is the +matter?" asked Albert of Franz, when they had returned to +their own apartments; "you seem more than commonly +thoughtful." + +"I will confess to you, Albert," replied Franz, "the count +is a very singular person, and the appointment you have made +to meet him in Paris fills me with a thousand +apprehensions." + +"My dear fellow," exclaimed Albert, "what 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 Franz, "that is +the way I feel." + +"Listen to me, Franz," said Albert; "I am glad that the +occasion has presented itself for saying this to you, for I +have noticed how cold you are in your bearing towards the +count, while he, on the other hand, has always been courtesy +itself to us. Have you anything particular against him?" + +"Possibly." + +"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 there, and the two +Corsican bandits with them. He dwelt with considerable force +and energy on the almost magical hospitality he had received +from the count, and the magnificence of his entertainment in +the grotto of the "Thousand and One Nights." He recounted, +with circumstantial exactitude, all the particulars of the +supper, the hashish, the statues, the dream, and how, at his +awakening, there remained no proof or trace of all these +events, save the small yacht, seen 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 Vampa, in which the count had promised +to obtain the release of the bandit Peppino, -- an +engagement which, as our readers are aware, he most +faithfully fulfilled. At last he arrived at the adventure of +the preceding night, and the embarrassment in which he found +himself placed by not having sufficient cash by six or seven +hundred piastres to make up the sum required, and 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 travelling, and, being rich, +possesses a vessel of his own. Go but to Portsmouth or +Southampton, and you will find the harbors crowded with the +yachts belonging to such of the English as can afford the +expense, and 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 months, while you +have manfully resisted its effects for as many years, -- and +obtaining a bed on which it is possible to slumber, Monte +Cristo has furnished for himself a temporary abode where you +first found him; but, to 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 capital, he has wisely +enough purchased the island, and taken its name. Just ask +yourself, my good fellow, whether 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 Franz, "the 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 Franz, "I 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 laugh, "that no prophet +is honored in his own country." + +"Talking of countries," replied Franz, "of 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 Albert, "when, 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 +you?" + +"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 +that, contrary to the usual state of affairs in discussions +between the young men, the effective arguments were all on +Albert's side. + +"Well," said Franz with a sigh, "do 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 +prize, given, as you are aware, to whoever shall be proved +to have most materially advanced the interests of virtue and +humanity. If my vote and interest can obtain it for him, I +will readily give him the one and promise the other. And +now, my dear Franz, let us talk of something else. Come, +shall we take our luncheon, and then pay a last visit to St. +Peter's?" Franz silently assented; and the following +afternoon, at half-past five o'clock, the young men parted. +Albert de Morcerf to return to Paris, and Franz d'Epinay to +pass a fortnight at Venice. But, ere he entered his +travelling carriage, Albert, fearing that his expected guest +might forget the engagement he had entered into, placed in +the care of a waiter at the hotel a card to be delivered to +the Count of Monte Cristo, on which, beneath the name of +Vicomte Albert de Morcerf, he had written in pencil -- "27, +Rue du Helder, on the 21st May, half-past ten A.M." + + + +Chapter 39 +The Guests. + +In the house in the Rue du Helder, where Albert had invited +the Count of Monte Cristo, everything 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 court, and directly opposite another +building, in which were the servants' apartments. Two +windows only of the pavilion faced the street; three other +windows looked into the court, and two at the back into the +garden. Between the court and the garden, built in the heavy +style of the imperial architecture, was the large and +fashionable dwelling of the Count and Countess of Morcerf. A +high wall surrounded the whole of the hotel, surmounted at +intervals by vases filled with flowers, and broken in the +centre by a large gate of gilded iron, which served as the +carriage entrance. A small door, close to the lodge of the +concierge, gave 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 son, and yet aware that a young +man of the viscount's age required the full exercise of his +liberty, had chosen this habitation for Albert. There were +not lacking, however, evidences of what we may call the +intelligent egoism of a youth who is charmed with the +indolent, careless life of an only son, and who lives as it +were in a gilded cage. By means of the two windows looking +into the street, Albert could see all that passed; the sight +of what is going on is necessary to young men, who always +want to see the world traverse their horizon, even if that +horizon is only a public thoroughfare. Then, should anything +appear to merit a more minute examination, Albert de Morcerf +could follow up his researches by means of a small gate, +similar to that close to the concierge's door, and which +merits a particular description. It was a little entrance +that seemed never to have been opened since the house was +built, so 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 concierge, from whose +vigilance and jurisdiction it was free, and, like that +famous portal in the "Arabian Nights," opening at the +"Sesame" of Ali Baba, it 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 corridor, with which the door communicated, and +which formed the ante-chamber, was, on the right, Albert's +breakfast-room, looking into the court, and on the left the +salon, looking into the garden. Shrubs and creeping plants +covered the windows, and hid from the garden and court these +two apartments, the only rooms into which, as they were on +the ground-floor, the prying eyes of the curious could +penetrate. On the floor above were similar rooms, with the +addition of a third, formed out of the ante-chamber; these +three rooms were a salon, a boudoir, and a bedroom. The +salon down-stairs was only an Algerian divan, for 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 atelier, which had been increased in size +by pulling down the partitions -- a pandemonium, in which +the artist and the dandy strove for preeminence. There were +collected and piled up all Albert's successive caprices, +hunting-horns, bass-viols, flutes -- a whole orchestra, for +Albert had had not a taste but a fancy for music; easels, +palettes, brushes, pencils -- for music had been succeeded +by painting; foils, boxing-gloves, broadswords, and +single-sticks -- for, following the example of the +fashionable young men of the time, Albert de Morcerf +cultivated, with far more perseverance than music and +drawing, the three arts that complete a dandy's education, +i.e., fencing, boxing, and single-stick; and it was here +that he received Grisier, Cook, and Charles Leboucher. The +rest of the furniture of this privileged apartment consisted +of old cabinets, filled with Chinese porcelain and Japanese +vases, Lucca della Robbia faience, and Palissy platters; of +old arm-chairs, in which perhaps had sat Henry IV. or Sully, +Louis XIII. or Richelieu -- for two of these arm-chairs, +adorned with a carved shield, on which were engraved the +fleur-de-lis of France on an azure field evidently came from +the Louvre, or, at least, some royal residence. Over these +dark and sombre chairs were thrown splendid stuffs, dyed +beneath Persia's sun, or woven by the fingers of the women +of Calcutta or of Chandernagor. What these stuffs did there, +it was impossible to say; they awaited, while gratifying the +eyes, a 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 rosewood, but holding the +potentialities of an orchestra in its narrow and sonorous +cavity, and groaning beneath the weight of the +chefs-d'oeuvre of Beethoven, Weber, Mozart, Haydn, Gretry, +and Porpora. On the walls, over the doors, on the ceiling, +were swords, daggers, Malay creeses, maces, battle-axes; +gilded, damasked, and inlaid suits of armor; dried plants, +minerals, and stuffed birds, their flame-colored wings +outspread in motionless flight, and their beaks forever +open. This was Albert's favorite lounging place. + +However, the morning of the appointment, the young man had +established himself in the small salon down-stairs. There, +on a table, surrounded at some distance by a large and +luxurious divan, every species of tobacco known, -- from the +yellow tobacco of Petersburg to the black of Sinai, and so +on along the scale from Maryland and Porto-Rico, to Latakia, +-- was exposed in pots of crackled earthenware of which the +Dutch are so fond; beside them, in boxes of fragrant wood, +were ranged, according to their size and quality, pueros, +regalias, havanas, and manillas; and, in an open cabinet, a +collection of German pipes, of chibouques, with their amber +mouth-pieces ornamented with coral, and of narghiles, with +their long tubes of morocco, awaiting the caprice or the +sympathy of the smokers. Albert had himself presided at the +arrangement, or, rather, the symmetrical derangement, which, +after coffee, the guests at a breakfast of modern days love +to contemplate through the vapor that escapes from their +mouths, and ascends in long and fanciful wreaths to the +ceiling. At a quarter to ten, a valet entered; he composed, +with a little groom named John, and who only spoke English, +all Albert's establishment, although the cook of the hotel +was always at his service, and on great occasions the +count's chasseur also. This valet, whose name was Germain, +and who enjoyed the entire confidence of his young master, +held in one hand a number of papers, and in the other a +packet of letters, which he gave to Albert. Albert glanced +carelessly at the different missives, selected two written +in a small and delicate hand, and enclosed in scented +envelopes, opened 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 divan, tore off the cover of two or +three of the papers, looked at the theatre announcements, +made a face seeing they gave an opera, and not a ballet; +hunted vainly amongst the advertisements for a new +tooth-powder of which he had heard, and threw down, one +after the other, the three leading papers of Paris, +muttering, "These papers become more and more stupid every +day." A moment after, a carriage stopped before the door, +and the servant announced M. Lucien Debray. A tall young +man, with light hair, clear gray eyes, and thin and +compressed lips, dressed in a blue coat with beautifully +carved gold buttons, a white neckcloth, and a tortoiseshell +eye-glass suspended by a silken thread, and which, by an +effort of the superciliary and zygomatic muscles, he fixed +in his eye, entered, with a half-official air, without +smiling or speaking. "Good-morning, Lucien, good-morning," +said Albert; "your punctuality really alarms me. What do I +say? punctuality! You, whom I expected last, you arrive at +five minutes to ten, when the time fixed was half-past! Has +the ministry resigned?" + +"No, my dear fellow," returned the young man, seating +himself on the divan; "reassure yourself; we are tottering +always, but we never fall, and I begin to believe that we +shall pass into a state of immobility, and 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 +Debray, carelessly. + +"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 +Reichstadt." + +"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 Albert, ringing the +bell, while Lucien turned over, with his gold-mounted cane, +the papers that lay on the table. "Germain, a glass of +sherry and a biscuit. In the meantime. my dear Lucien, here +are cigars -- contraband, of course -- try them, and +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 Albert, "you astonish me by the extent of +your knowledge. Take a cigar." + +"Really, my dear Albert," replied Lucien, lighting 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 +Morcerf, with a slight degree of irony in his voice, "if 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 +you." + +"How?" + +"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 +him." + +"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 +contempt, "do I ever read the papers?" + +"Then you will dispute the more." + +"M. Beauchamp," announced the servant. "Come in, come in," +said Albert, rising and advancing to meet the young man. +"Here is Debray, who detests you without reading you, so he +says." + +"He is quite right," returned Beauchamp; "for I criticise +him without knowing what he does. Good-day, commander!" + +"Ah, you know that already," said the private secretary, +smiling and shaking hands with him. + +"Pardieu?" + +"And what do they say of it in the world?" + +"In which world? we have so many worlds in the year of grace +1838." + +"In the entire political world, of which you are one of the +leaders." + +"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 party, my 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 +Beauchamp. + +"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 +thoughts." + +"You are like Debray, and yet it seems to me that when the +minister is out of spirits, the opposition ought to be +joyous." + +"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 you, for 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 Beauchamp, "it 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 +Morcerf. + +"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 Debray, "do 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 +Germany." + +"On my word, I think you are right, Lucien," said Albert +absently. + +"To be sure; besides, every millionaire is as noble as a +bastard -- that is, he can be." + +"Do not say that, Debray," returned Beauchamp, laughing, +"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 low." + +"Oh, heavens," cried Beauchamp, "the minister quotes +Beranger, what shall we come to next?" + +"M. de Chateau-Renaud -- M. Maximilian Morrel," said the +servant, announcing two fresh guests. + +"Now, then, to breakfast," said Beauchamp; "for, if I +remember, you told me you only expected two persons, +Albert." + +"Morrel," muttered Albert -- "Morrel -- who is he?" But +before he had finished, M. de Chateau-Renaud, a handsome +young man of thirty, gentleman all over, -- that is, with +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 Morrel, captain of Spahis, my friend; +and what is more -- however the man speaks for himself ---my +preserver. Salute my hero, viscount." And he stepped on one +side to give place to a young man of refined and dignified +bearing, with large and open brow, piercing eyes, and black +mustache, whom our readers have already seen at Marseilles, +under circumstances sufficiently dramatic not to be +forgotten. A rich uniform, half French, half Oriental, set +off his graceful and stalwart figure, and 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 courtesy, "the +count of Chateau-Renaud knew how much pleasure this +introduction would give me; you are his friend, be ours +also." + +"Well said," interrupted Chateau-Renaud; "and pray that, if +you should ever be in a similar predicament, he 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 philosophical, on +my word, Morrel. It is very well for you, who risk your life +every day, but for me, who 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 +Beauchamp, "Chateau-Renaud can tell us while we eat our +breakfast." + +"Gentlemen," said Morcerf, "it 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 seconds, whom I had chosen to +arrange an affair, forced me to break the arm of one of my +best friends, one whom you all know -- poor Franz d'Epinay." + +"Ah, true," said Debray, "you did fight some time ago; about +what?" + +"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 +Debray, "you think he will bear the cold better." + +"You are mistaken, for I have made a vow never to return to +Africa." + +"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 foot, for my horse was +dead. Six Arabs came up, full gallop, to cut off my head. I +shot two with my double-barrelled gun, and two more with my +pistols, but I was then disarmed, and two were still left; +one seized me by the hair (that is why I now wear it so +short, for no one knows what may happen), the other swung a +yataghan, and I already felt the cold steel on my neck, when +this gentleman whom you see here charged them, shot the one +who held me by the hair, and 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 Morrel, smiling, "it 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 sword, he +rescued me from the cold, not by sharing his cloak with me, +like St. Martin, but 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 Morcerf, laughing. + +"No, the sacrifice," returned Chateau-Renaud; "ask Debray if +he would sacrifice his English steed for a stranger?" + +"Not for a stranger," said Debray, "but for a friend I +might, perhaps." + +"I divined that you would become mine, count," replied +Morrel; "besides, as I had the honor to tell you, heroism or +not, sacrifice or not, that 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-Renaud, "is 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 Debray, taking 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; "parbleu, do you think I cannot +be saved as well as any one else, and that there are only +Arabs who cut off heads? Our breakfast is a philanthropic +one, and we shall have at table -- at least, I hope so -- +two benefactors of humanity." + +"What shall we do?" said Debray; "we have only one Monthyon +prize." + +"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 once, but so vaguely that I +venture to put it a second time." + +"Really," said Albert, "I 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 +guest." + +"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 +bandits." + +"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 Debray, "confess 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 Morcerf, "for 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 +word." + +"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 +them." + +"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 Cristo" said Debray. + +"I do not think so," added Chateau-Renaud, with 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 +Sea." + +"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 +infinite." + +"Precisely!" cried Albert. "Well, he of whom I speak is the +lord and master of this grain of sand, of 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 +gold." + +"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 mad, or are you laughing at us?" + +"And I also," said Morrel thoughtfully, "have heard +something like this from an old sailor named Penelon." + +"Ah," cried Albert, "it 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 Debray, "what you tell us is so +extraordinary." + +"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 +travel." + +"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 Albert, "but 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 +count." + +"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 +newspapers, here 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 forehead, livid complexion, black beard, sharp +and white teeth, politeness unexceptionable." + +"Just so, Lucien," returned Morcerf; "you have described him +feature for feature. Yes, keen and cutting politeness. This +man has often made me shudder; and one day that we were +viewing an execution, I thought I should faint, more from +hearing the cold and calm manner in which he spoke of every +description of torture, than 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 +birth-right?" + +"Rail on, rail on at your ease, gentlemen," said Morcerf, +somewhat piqued. "When I look at you Parisians, idlers on +the Boulevard de Gand or the Bois de Boulogne, and think of +this man, it 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 fellow, always 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 striking, Albert." + +"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 announced, "His 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 +street, or steps in the ante-chamber; the door had itself +opened noiselessly. The count appeared, dressed with the +greatest simplicity, but the most fastidious dandy could +have found nothing to cavil at in his toilet. Every article +of dress -- hat, coat, gloves, and 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 advanced, smiling, into the +centre of the room, and approached Albert, who hastened +towards him holding out his hand in a ceremonial manner. +"Punctuality," said Monte Cristo, "is 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 Albert, "I 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 count, who had hitherto saluted every one +with courtesy, but at the same time with coldness and +formality, stepped a pace forward, and a slight tinge of red +colored his pale cheeks. "You wear the uniform of the new +French conquerors, monsieur," said he; "it is a handsome +uniform." No one could have said what caused the count's +voice to vibrate so deeply, and what made his eye flash, +which was in general so clear, lustrous, and limpid when he +pleased. "You have never seen our Africans, count?" said +Albert. "Never," replied the count, who was by this time +perfectly master of himself again. + +"Well, beneath 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 +Albert, "of 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 look, changing color, and slight trembling +of the eyelid that show emotion. "Ah, you have a noble +heart," said the count; "so much the better." This +exclamation, which corresponded to the count's own thought +rather than to what Albert was saying, surprised everybody, +and especially Morrel, who looked at Monte Cristo with +wonder. But, at the same time, the intonation was so soft +that, however strange the speech might seem, it was +impossible to be offended at it. "Why should he doubt it?" +said Beauchamp to Chateau-Renaud. + +"In reality," replied the latter, who, with his aristocratic +glance and his knowledge of the world, had penetrated at +once all that was penetrable in Monte Cristo, "Albert 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 Albert, "Germain informs me that breakfast +is ready. My dear count, allow me to show you the way." They +passed silently into the breakfast-room, and 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 stranger, and a +stranger to such a degree, that this is the first time I +have ever been at Paris. The French way of living is utterly +unknown to me, and up to the present time I have followed +the Eastern customs, which are entirely in contrast to the +Parisian. I beg you, therefore, to excuse if you find +anything in me too Turkish, too Italian, or too Arabian. +Now, then, let 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 was, it may be remembered, a most +temperate guest. Albert remarked this, expressing his fears +lest, at the outset, the Parisian mode of life should +displease the traveller in the most essential point. "My +dear count," said he, "I fear one thing, and that is, that +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 point, and have had some dishes prepared +expressly." + +"Did you know me better," returned the count, smiling, "you +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 guests, "you 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 Nimes, so that I was +somewhat late, and 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. + +"Yes." + +"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; "but, unfortunately, a recipe +excellent for a man like myself would be very dangerous +applied to an army, which might not awake when it was +needed." + +"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 opium, which I fetched myself +from Canton in order to have it pure, and the best hashish +which grows in the East -- that is, between the Tigris and +the Euphrates. These two ingredients are mixed in equal +proportions, and formed into pills. Ten minutes after one is +taken, the effect is produced. Ask Baron Franz d'Epinay; I +think he tasted them one day." + +"Yes," replied Morcerf, "he said something about it to me." + +"But," said Beauchamp, who, as became a journalist, was very +incredulous, "you always carry this drug about you?" + +"Always." + +"Would it be an indiscretion to ask to see those precious +pills?" continued Beauchamp, hoping to take him at a +disadvantage. + +"No, monsieur," returned the count; and he drew from his +pocket a marvellous casket, formed 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 emerald, which would contain about a +dozen. The casket passed around the table, but 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 +chemist, and prepare my pills myself." + +"This is a magnificent emerald, and the largest I have ever +seen," said Chateau-Renaud, "although my mother has some +remarkable family jewels." + +"I had three similar ones," returned Monte Cristo. "I gave +one to the Sultan, who mounted it in his sabre; another to +our holy father the Pope, who had it set in his tiara, +opposite to one nearly as large, though not so fine, given +by the Emperor Napoleon to his predecessor, Pius VII. I kept +the third for myself, and I had it hollowed out, which +reduced its value, but 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 truth, or that he was mad. However, the +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 count, smiling. + +"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 truths, when these truths +do not form a part of their daily existence. For example, +here is Debray who reads, and Beauchamp who prints, every +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;' `ten, fifteen, or twenty thieves, have been +arrested in a cafe on the Boulevard du Temple, or in the +Thermes de Julien,' -- and yet these same men deny the +existence of the bandits in the Maremma, the Campagna di +Romana, or the Pontine Marshes. Tell them yourself that I +was taken by bandits, and that without your generous +intercession I should now have been sleeping in the +Catacombs of St. Sebastian, instead 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 manner, and whom you have forgotten. Pray speak of it, +for I shall not only, I trust, relate the little I do know, +but also a great deal I do not know." + +"It seems to me," returned the count, smiling, "that 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 Morcerf, "for 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 +admiration." + +"Nothing more simple," returned the count. "I had known the +famous Vampa for more than ten years. When he was quite a +child, and only a shepherd, I gave him a few gold pieces for +showing me my way, and he, in order to repay me, gave me a +poniard, the hilt of which he had carved with his own hand, +and which you may have seen in my collection of arms. In +after years, whether he had forgotten this interchange of +presents, which ought to have cemented our friendship, or +whether he did not recollect me, he sought to take me, but, +on the contrary, it was I who captured him and a dozen of +his band. I might have handed him over to Roman justice, +which is somewhat expeditious, and 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 +Beauchamp, laughing. "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 you, who +are socialists, and vaunt humanity and your duty to your +neighbor, but I never seek to protect a society which does +not protect me, and which I will even say, generally +occupies itself about me only to injure me; and thus by +giving them a low place in my esteem, and preserving a +neutrality towards them, it is society and my neighbor who +are indebted to me." + +"Bravo," cried Chateau-Renaud; "you are the first man I ever +met sufficiently courageous to preach egotism. Bravo, count, +bravo!" + +"It is frank, at least," said Morrel. "But I am sure that +the count does not regret having once deviated from the +principles he has so boldly avowed." + +"How have I deviated from those principles, monsieur?" asked +Monte Cristo, who could not help looking at Morrel with so +much intensity, that two or three times the young man had +been unable to sustain that clear and piercing glance. + +"Why, it seems to me," replied Morrel, "that in delivering +M. de Morcerf, whom you did not know, you did good to your +neighbor and to society." + +"Of which he is the brightest ornament," said Beauchamp, +drinking off a glass of champagne. + +"My dear count," cried Morcerf, "you are at fault -- you, +one of the most formidable logicians I know -- and you must +see it clearly proved that instead of being an egotist, you +are a philanthropist. Ah, you call yourself Oriental, a +Levantine, Maltese, Indian, Chinese; your family name is +Monte Cristo; Sinbad the Sailor is your baptismal +appellation, and yet the first day you set foot in Paris you +instinctively display the greatest virtue, or rather the +chief defect, of us eccentric Parisians, -- that is, you +assume the vices you have not, and conceal the virtues you +possess." + +"My dear vicomte," returned Monte Cristo, "I do not see, in +all I have done, anything that merits, either from you or +these gentlemen, the pretended eulogies I have received. You +were no stranger to me, for I knew you from the time I gave +up two rooms to you, invited you to breakfast with me, lent +you one of my carriages, witnessed the Carnival in your +company, and saw with you from a window in the Piazza del +Popolo the execution that affected you so much that you +nearly fainted. I will appeal to any of these gentlemen, +could I leave my guest in the hands of a hideous bandit, as +you term him? Besides, you know, I had the idea that you +could introduce me into some of the Paris salons when I came +to France. You might some time ago have looked upon this +resolution as a vague project, but to-day you see it was a +reality, and you must submit to it under penalty of breaking +your word." + +"I will keep it," returned Morcerf; "but I fear that you +will be much disappointed, accustomed as you are to +picturesque events and fantastic horizons. Amongst us you +will not meet with any of those episodes with which your +adventurous existence has so familiarized you; our +Chimborazo is Mortmartre, our Himalaya is Mount Valerien, +our Great Desert is the plain of Grenelle, where they are +now boring an artesian well to water the caravans. We have +plenty of thieves, though not so many as is said; but these +thieves stand in far more dread of a policeman than a lord. +France is so prosaic, and Paris so civilized a city, that +you will not find in its eighty-five departments -- I say +eighty-five, because I do not include Corsica -- you will +not find, then, in these eighty-five departments a single +hill on which there is not a telegraph, or a grotto in which +the commissary of police has not put up a gaslamp. There is +but one service I can render you, and for that I place +myself entirely at your orders, that is, to present, or make +my friends present, you everywhere; besides, you have no +need of any one to introduce you -- with your name, and your +fortune, and your talent" (Monte Cristo bowed with a +somewhat ironical smile) "you can present yourself +everywhere, and be well received. I can be useful in one way +only -- if knowledge of Parisian habits, of the means of +rendering yourself comfortable, or of the bazaars, can +assist, you may depend upon me to find you a fitting +dwelling here. I do not dare offer to share my apartments +with you, as I shared yours at Rome -- I, who do not profess +egotism, but am yet egotist par excellence; for, except +myself, these rooms would not hold a shadow more, unless +that shadow were feminine." + +"Ah," said the count, "that is a most conjugal reservation; +I recollect that at Rome you said something of a projected +marriage. May I congratulate you?" + +"The affair is still in projection." + +"And he who says in `projection,' means already decided," +said Debray. + +"No," replied Morcerf, "my father is most anxious about it; +and I hope, ere long, to introduce you, if not to my wife, +at least to my betrothed -- Mademoiselle Eugenie Danglars." + +"Eugenie Danglars," said Monte Cristo; "tell me, is not her +father Baron Danglars?" + +"Yes," returned Morcerf, "a baron of a new creation." + +"What matter," said Monte Cristo "if he has rendered the +State services which merit this distinction?" + +"Enormous ones," answered Beauchamp. "Although in reality a +Liberal, he negotiated a loan of six millions for Charles +X., in 1829, who made him a baron and chevalier of the +Legion of Honor; so that he wears the ribbon, not, as you +would think, in his waistcoat-pocket, but at his +button-hole." + +"Ah," interrupted Morcerf, laughing, "Beauchamp, Beauchamp, +keep that for the Corsaire or the Charivari, but spare my +future father-in-law before me." Then, turning to Monte +Cristo, "You just now spoke his name as if you knew the +baron?" + +"I do not know him," returned Monte Cristo; "but I shall +probably soon make his acquaintance, for I have a credit +opened with him by the house of Richard & Blount, of London, +Arstein & Eskeles of Vienna, and Thomson & French at Rome." +As he pronounced the two last names, the count glanced at +Maximilian Morrel. If the stranger expected to produce an +effect on Morrel, he was not mistaken -- Maximilian started +as if he had been electrified. "Thomson & French," said he; +"do you know this house, monsieur?" + +"They are my bankers in the capital of the Christian world," +returned the count quietly. "Can my influence with them be +of any service to you?" + +"Oh, count, you could assist me perhaps in researches which +have been, up to the present, fruitless. This house, in past +years, did ours a great service, and has, I know not for +what reason, always denied having rendered us this service." + +"I shall be at your orders," said Monte Cristo bowing. + +"But," continued Morcerf, "a propos of Danglars, -- we have +strangely wandered from the subject. We were speaking of a +suitable habitation for the Count of Monte Cristo. Come, +gentlemen, let us all propose some place. Where shall we +lodge this new guest in our great capital?" + +"Faubourg Saint-Germain," said Chateau-Renaud. "The count +will find there a charming hotel, with a court and garden." + +"Bah, Chateau-Renaud," returned Debray, "you only know your +dull and gloomy Faubourg Saint-Germain; do not pay any +attention to him, count -- live in the Chaussee d'Antin, +that's the real centre of Paris." + +"Boulevard de l'Opera," said Beauchamp; "the second floor -- +a house with a balcony. The count will have his cushions of +silver cloth brought there, and as he smokes his chibouque, +see all Paris pass before him." + +"You have no idea, then, Morrel?" asked Chateau-Renaud; "you +do not propose anything." + +"Oh, yes," returned the young man, smiling; "on the +contrary, I have one, but I expected the count would be +tempted by one of the brilliant proposals made him, yet as +he has not replied to any of them, I will venture to offer +him a suite of apartments in a charming hotel, in the +Pompadour style, that my sister has inhabited for a year, in +the Rue Meslay." + +"You have a sister?" asked the count. + +"Yes, monsieur, a most excellent sister." + +"Married?" + +"Nearly nine years." + +"Happy?" asked the count again. + +"As happy as it is permitted to a human creature to be," +replied Maximilian. "She married the man she loved, who +remained faithful to us in our fallen fortunes -- Emmanuel +Herbaut." Monte Cristo smiled imperceptibly. "I live there +during my leave of absence," continued Maximilian; "and I +shall be, together with my brother-in-law Emmanuel, at the +disposition of the Count, whenever he thinks fit to honor +us." + +"One minute," cried Albert, without giving Monte Cristo the +time to reply. "Take care, you are going to immure a +traveller, Sinbad the Sailor, a man who comes to see Paris; +you are going to make a patriarch of him." + +"Oh, no," said Morrel; "my sister is five and twenty, my +brother-in-law is thirty, they are gay, young, and happy. +Besides, the count will be in his own house, and only see +them when he thinks fit to do so." + +"Thanks, monsieur," said Monte Cristo; "I shall content +myself with being presented to your sister and her husband, +if you will do me the honor to introduce me; but I cannot +accept the offer of any one of these gentlemen, since my +habitation is already prepared." + +"What," cried Morcerf; "you are, then, going to an hotel -- +that will be very dull for you." + +"Was I so badly lodged at Rome?" said Monte Cristo smiling. + +"Parbleu, at Rome you spent fifty thousand piastres in +furnishing your apartments, but I presume that you are not +disposed to spend a similar sum every day." + +"It is not that which deterred me," replied Monte Cristo; +"but as I determined to have a house to myself, I sent on my +valet de chambre, and he ought by this time to have bought +the house and furnished it." + +"But you have, then, a valet de chambre who knows Paris?" +said Beauchamp. + +"It is the first time he has ever been in Paris. He is +black, and cannot speak," returned Monte Cristo. + +"It is Ali!" cried Albert, in the midst of the general +surprise. + +"Yes, Ali himself, my Nubian mute, whom you saw, I think, at +Rome." + +"Certainly," said Morcerf; "I recollect him perfectly. But +how could you charge a Nubian to purchase a house, and a +mute to furnish it? -- he will do everything wrong." + +"Undeceive yourself, monsieur," replied Monte Cristo; "I am +quite sure, that, on the contrary, he will choose everything +as I wish. He knows my tastes, my caprices, my wants. He has +been here a week, with the instinct of a hound, hunting by +himself. He will arrange everything for me. He knew, that I +should arrive to-day at ten o'clock; he was waiting for me +at nine at the Barriere de Fontainebleau. He gave me this +paper; it contains the number of my new abode; read it +yourself," and Monte Cristo passed a paper to Albert. "Ah, +that is really original," said Beauchamp. + +"And very princely," added Chateau-Renaud. + +"What, do you not know your house?" asked Debray. + +"No," said Monte Cristo; "I told you I did not wish to be +behind my time; I dressed myself in the carriage, and +descended at the viscount's door." The young men looked at +each other; they did not know if it was a comedy Monte +Cristo was playing, but every word he uttered had such an +air of simplicity, that it was impossible to suppose what he +said was false -- besides, why should he tell a falsehood? +"We must content ourselves, then," said Beauchamp, "with +rendering the count all the little services in our power. I, +in my quality of journalist, open all the theatres to him." + +"Thanks, monsieur," returned Monte Cristo, "my steward has +orders to take a box at each theatre." + +"Is your steward also a Nubian?" asked Debray. + +"No, he is a countryman of yours, if a Corsican is a +countryman of any one's. But you know him, M. de Morcerf." + +"Is it that excellent M. Bertuccio, who understands hiring +windows so well?" + +"Yes, you saw him the day I had the honor of receiving you; +he has been a soldier, a smuggler -- in fact, everything. I +would not be quite sure that he has not been mixed up with +the police for some trifle -- a stab with a knife, for +instance." + +"And you have chosen this honest citizen for your steward," +said Debray. "Of how much does he rob you every year?" + +"On my word," replied the count, "not more than another. I +am sure he answers my purpose, knows no impossibility, and +so I keep him." + +"Then," continued Chateau-Renaud, "since you have an +establishment, a steward, and a hotel in the Champs Elysees, +you only want a mistress." Albert smiled. He thought of the +fair Greek he had seen in the count's box at the Argentina +and Valle theatres. "I have something better than that," +said Monte Cristo; "I have a slave. You procure your +mistresses from the opera, the Vaudeville, or the Varietes; +I purchased mine at Constantinople; it cost me more, but I +have nothing to fear." + +"But you forget," replied Debray, laughing, "that we are +Franks by name and franks by nature, as King Charles said, +and that the moment she puts her foot in France your slave +becomes free." + +"Who will tell her?" + +"The first person who sees her." + +"She only speaks Romaic." + +"That is different." + +"But at least we shall see her," said Beauchamp, "or do you +keep eunuchs as well as mutes?" + +"Oh, no," replied Monte Cristo; "I do not carry brutalism so +far. Every one who surrounds me is free to quit me, and when +they leave me will no longer have any need of me or any one +else; it is for that reason, perhaps, that they do not quit +me." They had long since passed to dessert and cigars. + +"My dear Albert," said Debray, rising, "it is half-past two. +Your guest is charming, but you leave the best company to go +into the worst sometimes. I must return to the minister's. I +will tell him of the count, and we shall soon know who he +is." + +"Take care," returned Albert; "no one has been able to +accomplish that." + +"Oh, we have three millions for our police; it is true they +are almost always spent beforehand, but, no matter, we shall +still have fifty thousand francs to spend for this purpose." + +"And when you know, will you tell me?" + +"I promise you. Au revoir, Albert. Gentlemen, good morning." + +As he left the room, Debray called out loudly, "My +carriage." + +"Bravo," said Beauchamp to Albert; "I shall not go to the +Chamber, but I have something better to offer my readers +than a speech of M. Danglars." + +"For heaven's sake, Beauchamp," returned Morcerf, "do not +deprive me of the merit of introducing him everywhere. Is he +not peculiar?" + +"He is more than that," replied Chateau-Renaud; "he is one +of the most extraordinary men I ever saw in my life. Are you +coming, Morrel?" + +"Directly I have given my card to the count, who has +promised to pay us a visit at Rue Meslay, No. 14." + +"Be sure I shall not fail to do so," returned the count, +bowing. And Maximilian Morrel left the room with the Baron +de Chateau-Renaud, leaving Monte Cristo alone with Morcerf. + + + +Chapter 41 +The Presentation. + +When Albert found himself alone with Monte Cristo, "My dear +count," said he, "allow me to commence my services as +cicerone by showing you a specimen of a bachelor's +apartment. You, who are accustomed to the palaces of Italy, +can amuse yourself by calculating in how many square feet a +young man who is not the worst lodged in Paris can live. As +we pass from one room to another, I will open the windows to +let you breathe." Monte Cristo had already seen the +breakfast-room and the salon on the ground-floor. Albert led +him first to his atelier, which was, as we have said, his +favorite apartment. Monte Cristo quickly appreciated all +that Albert had collected here -- old cabinets, Japanese +porcelain, Oriental stuffs, Venetian glass, arms from all +parts of the world -- everything was familiar to him; and at +the first glance he recognized their date, their country, +and their origin. Morcerf had expected he should be the +guide; on the contrary, it was he who, under the count's +guidance, followed a course of archaeology, mineralogy, and +natural history. They descended to the first floor; Albert +led his guest into the salon. The salon was filled with the +works of modern artists; there were landscapes by Dupre, +with their long reeds and tall trees, their lowing oxen and +marvellous skies; Delacroix's Arabian cavaliers, with their +long white burnouses, their shining belts, their damasked +arms, their horses, who tore each other with their teeth +while their riders contended fiercely with their maces; +aquarelles of Boulanger, representing Notre Dame de Paris +with that vigor that makes the artist the rival of the poet; +there were paintings by Diaz, who makes his flowers more +beautiful than flowers, his suns more brilliant than the +sun; designs by Decamp, as vividly colored as those of +Salvator Rosa, but more poetic; pastels by Giraud and +Muller, representing children like angels and women with the +features of a virgin; sketches torn from the album of +Dauzats' "Travels in the East," that had been made in a few +seconds on the saddle of a camel, or beneath the dome of a +mosque -- in a word, all that modern art can give in +exchange and as recompense for the art lost and gone with +ages long since past. + +Albert expected to have something new this time to show to +the traveller, but, to his great surprise, the latter, +without seeking for the signatures, many of which, indeed, +were only initials, named instantly the author of every +picture in such a manner that it was easy to see that each +name was not only known to him, but that each style +associated with it had been appreciated and studied by him. +From the salon they passed into the bed-chamber; it was a +model of taste and simple elegance. A single portrait, +signed by Leopold Robert, shone in its carved and gilded +frame. This portrait attracted the Count of Monte Cristo's +attention, for he made three rapid steps in the chamber, and +stopped suddenly before it. It was the portrait of a young +woman of five or six and twenty, with a dark complexion, and +light and lustrous eyes, veiled beneath long lashes. She +wore the picturesque costume of the Catalan fisherwomen, a +red and black bodice, and golden pins in her hair. She was +looking at the sea, and her form was outlined on the blue +ocean and sky. The light was so faint in the room that +Albert did not perceive the pallor that spread itself over +the count's visage, or the nervous heaving of his chest and +shoulders. Silence prevailed for an instant, during which +Monte Cristo gazed intently on the picture. + +"You have there a most charming mistress, viscount," said +the count in a perfectly calm tone; "and this costume -- a +ball costume, doubtless -- becomes her admirably." + +"Ah, monsieur," returned Albert, "I would never forgive you +this mistake if you had seen another picture beside this. +You do not know my mother; she it is whom you see here. She +had her portrait painted thus six or eight years ago. This +costume is a fancy one, it appears, and the resemblance is +so great that I think I still see my mother the same as she +was in 1830. The countess had this portrait painted during +the count's absence. She doubtless intended giving him an +agreeable surprise; but, strange to say, this portrait +seemed to displease my father, and the value of the picture, +which is, as you see, one of the best works of Leopold +Robert, could not overcome his dislike to it. It is true, +between ourselves, that M. de Morcerf is one of the most +assiduous peers at the Luxembourg, a general renowned for +theory, but a most mediocre amateur of art. It is different +with my mother, who paints exceedingly well, and who, +unwilling to part with so valuable a picture, gave it to me +to put here, where it would be less likely to displease M. +de Morcerf, whose portrait, by Gros, I will also show you. +Excuse my talking of family matters, but as I shall have the +honor of introducing you to the count, I tell you this to +prevent you making any allusions to this picture. The +picture seems to have a malign influence, for my mother +rarely comes here without looking at it, and still more +rarely does she look at it without weeping. This +disagreement is the only one that has ever taken place +between the count and countess, who are still as much +united, although married more than twenty years, as on the +first day of their wedding." + +Monte Cristo glanced rapidly at Albert, as if to seek a +hidden meaning in his words, but it was evident the young +man uttered them in the simplicity of his heart. "Now," said +Albert, "that you have seen all my treasures, allow me to +offer them to you, unworthy as they are. Consider yourself +as in your own house, and to put yourself still more at your +ease, pray accompany me to the apartments of M. de Morcerf, +he whom I wrote from Rome an account of the services you +rendered me, and to whom I announced your promised visit, +and I may say that both the count and countess anxiously +desire to thank you in person. You are somewhat blase I +know, and family scenes have not much effect on Sinbad the +Sailor, who has seen so many others. However, accept what I +propose to you as an initiation into Parisian life -- a life +of politeness, visiting, and introductions." Monte Cristo +bowed without making any answer; he accepted the offer +without enthusiasm and without regret, as one of those +conventions of society which every gentleman looks upon as a +duty. Albert summoned his servant, and ordered him to +acquaint M. and Madame de Morcerf of the arrival of the +Count of Monte Cristo. Albert followed him with the count. +When they arrived at the ante-chamber, above the door was +visible a shield, which, by its rich ornaments and its +harmony with the rest of the furniture, indicated the +importance the owner attached to this blazon. Monte Cristo +stopped and examined it attentively. + +"Azure seven merlets, or, placed bender," said he. "These +are, doubtless, your family arms? Except the knowledge of +blazons, that enables me to decipher them, I am very +ignorant of heraldry -- I, a count of a fresh creation, +fabricated in Tuscany by the aid of a commandery of St. +Stephen, and who would not have taken the trouble had I not +been told that when you travel much it is necessary. +Besides, you must have something on the panels of your +carriage, to escape being searched by the custom-house +officers. Excuse my putting such a question to you." + +"It is not indiscreet," returned Morcerf, with the +simplicity of conviction. "You have guessed rightly. These +are our arms, that is, those of my father, but they are, as +you see, joined to another shield, which has gules, a silver +tower, which are my mother's. By her side I am Spanish, but +the family of Morcerf is French, and, I have heard, one of +the oldest of the south of France." + +"Yes," replied Monte Cristo "these blazons prove that. +Almost all the armed pilgrims that went to the Holy Land +took for their arms either a cross, in honor of their +mission, or birds of passage, in sign of the long voyage +they were about to undertake, and which they hoped to +accomplish on the wings of faith. One of your ancestors had +joined the Crusades, and supposing it to be only that of St. +Louis, that makes you mount to the thirteenth century, which +is tolerably ancient." + +"It is possible," said Morcerf; "my father has in his study +a genealogical tree which will tell you all that, and on +which I made commentaries that would have greatly edified +Hozier and Jaucourt. At present I no longer think of it, and +yet I must tell you that we are beginning to occupy +ourselves greatly with these things under our popular +government." + +"Well, then, your government would do well to choose from +the past something better than the things that I have +noticed on your monuments, and which have no heraldic +meaning whatever. As for you, viscount," continued Monte +Cristo to Morcerf, "you are more fortunate than the +government, for your arms are really beautiful, and speak to +the imagination. Yes, you are at once from Provence and +Spain; that explains, if the portrait you showed me be like, +the dark hue I so much admired on the visage of the noble +Catalan." It would have required the penetration of Oedipus +or the Sphinx to have divined the irony the count concealed +beneath these words, apparently uttered with the greatest +politeness. Morcerf thanked him with a smile, and pushed +open the door above which were his arms, and which, as we +have said, opened into the salon. In the most conspicuous +part of the salon was another portrait. It was that of a +man, from five to eight and thirty, in the uniform of a +general officer, wearing the double epaulet of heavy +bullion, that indicates superior rank, the ribbon of the +Legion of Honor around his neck, which showed he was a +commander, and on the right breast, the star of a grand +officer of the order of the Saviour, and on the left that of +the grand cross of Charles III., which proved that the +person represented by the picture had served in the wars of +Greece and Spain, or, what was just the same thing as +regarded decorations, had fulfilled some diplomatic mission +in the two countries. + +Monte Cristo was engaged in examining this portrait with no +less care than he had bestowed upon the other, when another +door opened, and he found himself opposite to the Count of +Morcerf in person. He was a man of forty to forty-five +years, but he seemed at least fifty, and his black mustache +and eyebrows contrasted strangely with his almost white +hair, which was cut short, in the military fashion. He was +dressed in plain clothes, and wore at his button-hole the +ribbons of the different orders to which he belonged. He +entered with a tolerably dignified step, and some little +haste. Monte Cristo saw him advance towards him without +making a single step. It seemed as if his feet were rooted +to the ground, and his eyes on the Count of Morcerf. +"Father," said the young man, "I have the honor of +presenting to you the Count of Monte Cristo, the generous +friend whom I had the good fortune to meet in the critical +situation of which I have told you." + +"You are most welcome, monsieur," said the Count of Morcerf, +saluting Monte Cristo with a smile, "and monsieur has +rendered our house, in preserving its only heir, a service +which insures him our eternal gratitude." As he said these +words, the count of Morcerf pointed to a chair, while he +seated himself in another opposite the window. + +Monte Cristo, in taking the seat Morcerf offered him, placed +himself in such a manner as to remain concealed in the +shadow of the large velvet curtains, and read on the +careworn and livid features of the count a whole history of +secret griefs written in each wrinkle time had planted +there. "The countess," said Morcerf, "was at her toilet when +she was informed of the visit she was about to receive. She +will, however, be in the salon in ten minutes." + +"It is a great honor to me," returned Monte Cristo, "to be +thus, on the first day of my arrival in Paris, brought in +contact with a man whose merit equals his reputation, and to +whom fortune has for once been equitable, but has she not +still on the plains of Metidja, or in the mountains of +Atlas, a marshal's staff to offer you?" + +"Oh," replied Morcerf, reddening slightly, "I have left the +service, monsieur. Made a peer at the Restoration, I served +through the first campaign under the orders of Marshal +Bourmont. I could, therefore, expect a higher rank, and who +knows what might have happened had the elder branch remained +on the throne? But the Revolution of July was, it seems, +sufficiently glorious to allow itself to be ungrateful, and +it was so for all services that did not date from the +imperial period. I tendered my resignation, for when you +have gained your epaulets on the battle-field, you do not +know how to manoeuvre on the slippery grounds of the salons. +I have hung up my sword, and cast myself into politics. I +have devoted myself to industry; I study the useful arts. +During the twenty years I served, I often wished to do so, +but I had not the time." + +"These are the ideas that render your nation superior to any +other," returned Monte Cristo. "A gentleman of high birth, +possessor of an ample fortune, you have consented to gain +your promotion as an obscure soldier, step by step -- this +is uncommon; then become general, peer of France, commander +of the Legion of Honor, you consent to again commence a +second apprenticeship, without any other hope or any other +desire than that of one day becoming useful to your +fellow-creatures; this, indeed, is praiseworthy, -- nay, +more, it is sublime." Albert looked on and listened with +astonishment; he was not used to see Monte Cristo give vent +to such bursts of enthusiasm. "Alas," continued the +stranger, doubtless to dispel the slight cloud that covered +Morcerf's brow, "we do not act thus in Italy; we grow +according to our race and our species, and we pursue the +same lines, and often the same uselessness, all our lives." + +"But, monsieur," said the Count of Morcerf, "for a man of +your merit, Italy is not a country, and France opens her +arms to receive you; respond to her call. France will not, +perhaps, be always ungrateful. She treats her children ill, +but she always welcomes strangers." + +"Ah, father," said Albert with a smile, "it is evident you +do not know the Count of Monte Cristo; he despises all +honors, and contents himself with those written on his +passport." + +"That is the most just remark," replied the stranger, "I +ever heard made concerning myself." + +"You have been free to choose your career," observed the +Count of Morcerf, with a sigh; "and you have chosen the path +strewed with flowers." + +"Precisely, monsieur," replied Monte Cristo with one of +those smiles that a painter could never represent or a +physiologist analyze. + +"If I did not fear to fatigue you," said the general, +evidently charmed with the count's manners, "I would have +taken you to the Chamber; there is a debate very curious to +those who are strangers to our modern senators." + +"I shall be most grateful, monsieur, if you will, at some +future time, renew your offer, but I have been flattered +with the hope of being introduced to the countess, and I +will therefore wait." + +"Ah, here is my mother," cried the viscount. Monte Cristo, +turned round hastily, and saw Madame de Morcerf at the +entrance of the salon, at the door opposite to that by which +her husband had entered, pale and motionless; when Monte +Cristo turned round, she let fall her arm, which for some +unknown reason had been resting on the gilded door-post. She +had been there some moments, and had heard the last words of +the visitor. The latter rose and bowed to the countess, who +inclined herself without speaking. "Ah, good heavens, +madame," said the count, "are you ill, or is it the heat of +the room that affects you?" + +"Are you ill, mother?" cried the viscount, springing towards +her. + +She thanked them both with a smile. "No," returned she, "but +I feel some emotion on seeing, for the first time, the man +without whose intervention we should have been in tears and +desolation. Monsieur," continued the countess, advancing +with the majesty of a queen, "I owe to you the life of my +son, and for this I bless you. Now, I thank you for the +pleasure you give me in thus affording me the opportunity of +thanking you as I have blessed you, from the bottom of my +heart." The count bowed again, but lower than before; He was +even paler than Mercedes. "Madame," said he, "the count and +yourself recompense too generously a simple action. To save +a man, to spare a father's feelings, or a mother's +sensibility, is not to do a good action, but a simple deed +of humanity." At these words, uttered with the most +exquisite sweetness and politeness, Madame de Morcerf +replied. "It is very fortunate for my son, monsieur, that he +found such a friend, and I thank God that things are thus." +And Mercedes raised her fine eyes to heaven with so fervent +an expression of gratitude, that the count fancied he saw +tears in them. M. de Morcerf approached her. "Madame," said +he. "I have already made my excuses to the count for +quitting him, and I pray you to do so also. The sitting +commences at two; it is now three, and I am to speak." + +"Go, then, and monsieur and I will strive our best to forget +your absence," replied the countess, with the same tone of +deep feeling. "Monsieur," continued she, turning to Monte +Cristo, "will you do us the honor of passing the rest of the +day with us?" + +"Believe me, madame, I feel most grateful for your kindness, +but I got out of my travelling carriage at your door this +morning, and I am ignorant how I am installed in Paris, +which I scarcely know; this is but a trifling inquietude, I +know, but one that may be appreciated." + +"We shall have the pleasure another time," said the +countess; "you promise that?" Monte Cristo inclined himself +without answering, but the gesture might pass for assent. "I +will not detain you, monsieur," continued the countess; "I +would not have our gratitude become indiscreet or +importunate." + +"My dear Count," said Albert, "I will endeavor to return +your politeness at Rome, and place my coupe at your disposal +until your own be ready." + +"A thousand thanks for your kindness, viscount," returned +the Count of Monte Cristo "but I suppose that M. Bertuccio +has suitably employed the four hours and a half I have given +him, and that I shall find a carriage of some sort ready at +the door." Albert was used to the count's manner of +proceeding; he knew that, like Nero, he was in search of the +impossible, and nothing astonished him, but wishing to judge +with his own eyes how far the count's orders had been +executed, he accompanied him to the door of the house. Monte +Cristo was not deceived. As soon as he appeared in the Count +of Morcerf's ante-chamber, a footman, the same who at Rome +had brought the count's card to the two young men, and +announced his visit, sprang into the vestibule, and when he +arrived at the door the illustrious traveller found his +carriage awaiting him. It was a coupe of Koller's building, +and with horses and harness for which Drake had, to the +knowledge of all the lions of Paris, refused on the previous +day seven hundred guineas. "Monsieur," said the count to +Albert, "I do not ask you to accompany me to my house, as I +can only show you a habitation fitted up in a hurry, and I +have, as you know, a reputation to keep up as regards not +being taken by surprise. Give me, therefore, one more day +before I invite you; I shall then be certain not to fail in +my hospitality." + +"If you ask me for a day, count, I know what to anticipate; +it will not be a house I shall see, but a palace. You have +decidedly some genius at your control." + +"Ma foi, spread that idea," replied the Count of Monte +Cristo, putting his foot on the velvet-lined steps of his +splendid carriage, "and that will be worth something to me +among the ladies." As he spoke, he sprang into the vehicle, +the door was closed, but not so rapidly that Monte Cristo +failed to perceive the almost imperceptible movement which +stirred the curtains of the apartment in which he had left +Madame de Morcerf. When Albert returned to his mother, he +found her in the boudoir reclining in a large velvet +arm-chair, the whole room so obscure that only the shining +spangle, fastened here and there to the drapery, and the +angles of the gilded frames of the pictures, showed with +some degree of brightness in the gloom. Albert could not see +the face of the countess, as it was covered with a thin veil +she had put on her head, and which fell over her features in +misty folds, but it seemed to him as though her voice had +altered. He could distinguish amid the perfumes of the roses +and heliotropes in the flower-stands, the sharp and fragrant +odor of volatile salts, and he noticed in one of the chased +cups on the mantle-piece the countess's smelling-bottle, +taken from its shagreen case, and exclaimed in a tone of +uneasiness, as he entered, -- "My dear mother, have you been +ill during my absence?" + +"No, no, Albert, but you know these roses, tuberoses, and +orange-flowers throw out at first, before one is used to +them, such violent perfumes." + +"Then, my dear mother," said Albert, putting his hand to the +bell, "they must be taken into the ante-chamber. You are +really ill, and just now were so pale as you came into the +room" -- + +"Was I pale, Albert?" + +"Yes; a pallor that suits you admirably, mother, but which +did not the less alarm my father and myself." + +"Did your father speak of it?" inquired Mercedes eagerly. + +"No, madame; but do you not remember that he spoke of the +fact to you?" + +"Yes, I do remember," replied the countess. A servant +entered, summoned by Albert's ring of the bell. "Take these +flowers into the anteroom or dressing-room," said the +viscount; "they make the countess ill." The footman obeyed +his orders. A long pause ensued, which lasted until all the +flowers were removed. "What is this name of Monte Cristo?" +inquired the countess, when the servant had taken away the +last vase of flowers, "is it a family name, or the name of +the estate, or a simple title?" + +"I believe, mother, it is merely a title. The count +purchased an island in the Tuscan archipelago, and, as he +told you to-day, has founded a commandery. You know the same +thing was done for Saint Stephen of Florence, Saint George, +Constantinian of Parma, and even for the Order of Malta. +Except this, he has no pretension to nobility, and calls +himself a chance count, although the general opinion at Rome +is that the count is a man of very high distinction." + +"His manners are admirable," said the countess, "at least, +as far as I could judge in the few minutes he remained +here." + +"They are perfect mother, so perfect, that they surpass by +far all I have known in the leading aristocracy of the three +proudest nobilities of Europe -- the English, the Spanish, +and the German." The countess paused a moment; then, after a +slight hesitation, she resumed, -- "You have seen, my dear +Albert -- I ask the question as a mother -- you have seen M. +de Monte Cristo in his house, you are quicksighted, have +much knowledge of the world, more tact than is usual at your +age, do you think the count is really what he appears to +be?" + +"What does he appear to be?" + +"Why, you have just said, -- a man of high distinction." + +"I told you, my dear mother, he was esteemed such." + +"But what is your own opinion, Albert?" + +"I must tell you that I have not come to any decided opinion +respecting him, but I think him a Maltese." + +"I do not ask you of his origin but what he is." + +"Ah, what he is; that is quite another thing. I have seen so +many remarkable things in him, that if you would have me +really say what I think, I shall reply that I really do look +upon him as one of Byron's heroes, whom misery has marked +with a fatal brand; some Manfred, some Lara, some Werner, +one of those wrecks, as it were, of some ancient family, +who, disinherited of their patrimony, have achieved one by +the force of their adventurous genius, which has placed them +above the laws of society." + +"You say" -- + +"I say that Monte Cristo is an island in the midst of the +Mediterranean, without inhabitants or garrison, the resort +of smugglers of all nations, and pirates of every flag. Who +knows whether or not these industrious worthies do not pay +to their feudal lord some dues for his protection?" + +"That is possible," said the countess, reflecting. + +"Never mind," continued the young man, "smuggler or not, you +must agree, mother dear, as you have seen him, that the +Count of Monte Cristo is a remarkable man, who will have the +greatest success in the salons of Paris. Why, this very +morning, in my rooms, he made his entree amongst us by +striking every man of us with amazement, not even excepting +Chateau-Renaud." + +"And what do you suppose is the count's age?" inquired +Mercedes, evidently attaching great importance to this +question. + +"Thirty-five or thirty-six, mother." + +"So young, -- it is impossible," said Mercedes, replying at +the same time to what Albert said as well as to her own +private reflection. + +"It is the truth, however. Three or four times he has said +to me, and certainly without the slightest premeditation, +`at such a period I was five years old, at another ten years +old, at another twelve,' and I, induced by curiosity, which +kept me alive to these details, have compared the dates, and +never found him inaccurate. The age of this singular man, +who is of no age, is then, I am certain, thirty-five. +Besides, mother, remark how vivid his eye, how raven-black +his hair, and his brow, though so pale, is free from +wrinkles, -- he is not only vigorous, but also young." The +countess bent her head, as if beneath a heavy wave of bitter +thoughts. "And has this man displayed a friendship for you, +Albert?" she asked with a nervous shudder. + +"I am inclined to think so." + +"And -- do -- you -- like -- him?" + +"Why, he pleases me in spite of Franz d'Epinay, who tries to +convince me that he is a being returned from the other +world." The countess shuddered. "Albert," she said, in a +voice which was altered by emotion, "I have always put you +on your guard against new acquaintances. Now you are a man, +and are able to give me advice; yet I repeat to you, Albert, +be prudent." + +"Why, my dear mother, it is necessary, in order to make your +advice turn to account, that I should know beforehand what I +have to distrust. The count never plays, he only drinks pure +water tinged with a little sherry, and is so rich that he +cannot, without intending to laugh at me, try to borrow +money. What, then, have I to fear from him?" + +"You are right," said the countess, "and my fears are +weakness, especially when directed against a man who has +saved your life. How did your father receive him, Albert? It +is necessary that we should be more than complaisant to the +count. M. de Morcerf is sometimes occupied, his business +makes him reflective, and he might, without intending it" -- + +"Nothing could be in better taste than my father's demeanor, +madame," said Albert; "nay, more, he seemed greatly +flattered at two or three compliments which the count very +skilfully and agreeably paid him with as much ease as if he +had known him these thirty years. Each of these little +tickling arrows must have pleased my father," added Albert +with a laugh. "And thus they parted the best possible +friends, and M. de Morcerf even wished to take him to the +Chamber to hear the speakers." The countess made no reply. +She fell into so deep a revery that her eyes gradually +closed. The young man, standing up before her, gazed upon +her with that filial affection which is so tender and +endearing with children whose mothers are still young and +handsome. Then, after seeing her eyes closed, and hearing +her breathe gently, he believed she had dropped asleep, and +left the apartment on tiptoe, closing the door after him +with the utmost precaution. "This devil of a fellow," he +muttered, shaking his head; "I said at the time he would +create a sensation here, and I measure his effect by an +infallible thermometer. My mother has noticed him, and he +must therefore, perforce, be remarkable." He went down to +the stables, not without some slight annoyance, when he +remembered that the Count of Monte Cristo had laid his hands +on a "turnout" which sent his bays down to second place in +the opinion of connoisseurs. "Most decidedly," said he, "men +are not equal, and I must beg my father to develop this +theorem in the Chamber of Peers." + + + +Chapter 42 +Monsieur Bertuccio. + +Meanwhile the count had arrived at his house; it had taken +him six minutes to perform the distance, but these six +minutes were sufficient to induce twenty young men who knew +the price of the equipage they had been unable to purchase +themselves, to put their horses in a gallop in order to see +the rich foreigner who could afford to give 20,000 francs +apiece for his horses. The house Ali had chosen, and which +was to serve as a town residence to Monte Cristo, was +situated on the right hand as you ascend the Champs Elysees. +A thick clump of trees and shrubs rose in the centre, and +masked a portion of the front; around this shrubbery two +alleys, like two arms, extended right and left, and formed a +carriage-drive from the iron gates to a double portico, on +every step of which stood a porcelain vase. filled with +flowers. This house, isolated from the rest, had, besides +the main entrance, another in the Rue Ponthieu. Even before +the coachman had hailed the concierge, the massy gates +rolled on their hinges -- they had seen the Count coming, +and at Paris, as everywhere else, he was served with the +rapidity of lightning. The coachman entered and traversed +the half-circle without slackening his speed, and the gates +were closed ere the wheels had ceased to sound on the +gravel. The carriage stopped at the left side of the +portico, two men presented themselves at the +carriage-window; the one was Ali, who, smiling with an +expression of the most sincere joy, seemed amply repaid by a +mere look from Monte Cristo. The other bowed respectfully, +and offered his arm to assist the count in descending. +"Thanks, M. Bertuccio," said the count, springing lightly up +the three steps of the portico; "and the notary?" + +"He is in the small salon, excellency," returned Bertuccio. + +"And the cards I ordered to be engraved as soon as you knew +the number of the house?" + +"Your excellency, it is done already. I have been myself to +the best engraver of the Palais Royal, who did the plate in +my presence. The first card struck off was taken, according +to your orders, to the Baron Danglars, Rue de la Chaussee +d'Antin, No. 7; the others are on the mantle-piece of your +excellency's bedroom." + +"Good; what o'clock is it?" + +"Four o'clock." Monte Cristo gave his hat, cane, and gloves +to the same French footman who had called his carriage at +the Count of Morcerf's, and then he passed into the small +salon, preceded by Bertuccio, who showed him the way. "These +are but indifferent marbles in this ante-chamber," said +Monte Cristo. "I trust all this will soon be taken away." +Bertuccio bowed. As the steward had said, the notary awaited +him in the small salon. He was a simple-looking lawyer's +clerk, elevated to the extraordinary dignity of a provincial +scrivener. "You are the notary empowered to sell the country +house that I wish to purchase, monsieur?" asked Monte +Cristo. + +"Yes, count," returned the notary. + +"Is the deed of sale ready?" + +"Yes, count." + +"Have you brought it?" + +"Here it is." + +"Very well; and where is this house that I purchase?" asked +the count carelessly, addressing himself half to Bertuccio, +half to the notary. The steward made a gesture that +signified, "I do not know." The notary looked at the count +with astonishment. "What!" said he, "does not the count know +where the house he purchases is situated?" + +"No," returned the count. + +"The count does not know?" + +"How should I know? I have arrived from Cadiz this morning. +I have never before been at Paris, and it is the first time +I have ever even set my foot in France." + +"Ah, that is different; the house you purchase is at +Auteuil." At these words Bertuccio turned pale. "And where +is Auteuil?" asked the count. + +"Close by here, monsieur," replied the notary -- "a little +beyond Passy; a charming situation, in the heart of the Bois +de Boulogne." + +"So near as that?" said the Count; "but that is not in the +country. What made you choose a house at the gates of Paris, +M. Bertuccio?" + +"I," cried the steward with a strange expression. "His +excellency did not charge me to purchase this house. If his +excellency will recollect -- if he will think" -- + +"Ah, true," observed Monte Cristo; "I recollect now. I read +the advertisement in one of the papers, and was tempted by +the false title, `a country house.'" + +"It is not yet too late," cried Bertuccio, eagerly; "and if +your excellency will intrust me with the commission, I will +find you a better at Enghien, at Fontenay-aux-Roses, or at +Bellevue." + +"Oh, no," returned Monte Cristo negligently; "since I have +this, I will keep it." + +"And you are quite right," said the notary, who feared to +lose his fee. "It is a charming place, well supplied with +spring-water and fine trees; a comfortable habitation, +although abandoned for a long time, without reckoning the +furniture, which, although old, is yet valuable, now that +old things are so much sought after. I suppose the count has +the tastes of the day?" + +"To be sure," returned Monte Cristo; "it is very convenient, +then?" + +"It is more -- it is magnificent." + +"Peste, let us not lose such an opportunity," returned Monte +Cristo. "The deed, if you please, Mr. Notary." And he signed +it rapidly, after having first run his eye over that part of +the deed in which were specified the situation of the house +and the names of the proprietors. "Bertuccio," said he, +"give fifty-five thousand francs to monsieur." The steward +left the room with a faltering step, and returned with a +bundle of bank-notes, which the notary counted like a man +who never gives a receipt for money until after he is sure +it is all there. "And now," demanded the count, "are all the +forms complied with?" + +"All, sir." + +"Have you the keys?" + +"They are in the hands of the concierge, who takes care of +the house, but here is the order I have given him to install +the count in his new possessions." + +"Very well;" and Monte Cristo made a sign with his hand to +the notary, which said, "I have no further need of you; you +may go." + +"But," observed the honest notary, "the count is, I think, +mistaken; it is only fifty thousand francs, everything +included." + +"And your fee?" + +"Is included in this sum." + +"But have you not come from Auteuil here?" + +"Yes, certainly." + +"Well, then, it is but fair that you should be paid for your +loss of time and trouble," said the count; and he made a +gesture of polite dismissal. The notary left the room +backwards, and bowing down to the ground; it was the first +time he had ever met a similar client. "See this gentleman +out," said the count to Bertuccio. And the steward followed +the notary out of the room. Scarcely was the count alone, +when he drew from his pocket a book closed with a lock, and +opened it with a key which he wore round his neck, and which +never left him. After having sought for a few minutes, he +stopped at a leaf which had several notes, and compared them +with the deed of sale, which lay on the table. "`Auteuil, +Rue de la Fontaine, No. 28;' it is indeed the same," said +he; "and now, am I to rely upon an avowal extorted by +religious or physical terror? However, in an hour I shall +know all. Bertuccio!" cried he, striking a light hammer with +a pliant handle on a small gong. "Bertuccio!" The steward +appeared at the door. "Monsieur Bertuccio," said the count, +"did you never tell me that you had travelled in France?" + +"In some parts of France -- yes, excellency." + +"You know the environs of Paris, then?" + +"No, excellency, no," returned the steward, with a sort of +nervous trembling, which Monte Cristo, a connoisseur in all +emotions, rightly attributed to great disquietude. + +"It is unfortunate," returned he, "that you have never +visited the environs, for I wish to see my new property this +evening, and had you gone with me, you could have given me +some useful information." + +"To Auteuil!" cried Bertuccio, whose copper complexion +became livid -- "I go to Auteuil?" + +"Well, what is there surprising in that? When I live at +Auteuil, you must come there, as you belong to my service." +Bertuccio hung down his head before the imperious look of +his master, and remained motionless, without making any +answer. "Why, what has happened to you? -- are you going to +make me ring a second time for the carriage?" asked Monte +Cristo, in the same tone that Louis XIV. pronounced the +famous, "I have been almost obliged to wait." Bertuccio made +but one bound to the ante-chamber, and cried in a hoarse +voice -- "His excellency's horses!" Monte Cristo wrote two +or three notes, and, as he sealed the last, the steward +appeared. "Your excellency's carriage is at the door," said +he. + +"Well, take your hat and gloves," returned Monte Cristo. + +"Am I to accompany you, your excellency?" cried Bertuccio. + +"Certainly, you must give the orders, for I intend residing +at the house." It was unexampled for a servant of the +count's to dare to dispute an order of his, so the steward, +without saying a word, followed his master, who got into the +carriage, and signed to him to follow, which he did, taking +his place respectfully on the front seat. + + + +Chapter 43 +The House at Auteuil. + +Monte Cristo noticed, as they descended the staircase, that +Bertuccio signed himself in the Corsican manner; that is, +had formed the sign of the cross in the air with his thumb, +and as he seated himself in the carriage, muttered a short +prayer. Any one but a man of exhaustless thirst for +knowledge would have had pity on seeing the steward's +extraordinary repugnance for the count's projected drive +without the walls; but the Count was too curious to let +Bertuccio off from this little journey. In twenty minutes +they were at Auteuil; the steward's emotion had continued to +augment as they entered the village. Bertuccio, crouched in +the corner of the carriage, began to examine with a feverish +anxiety every house they passed. "Tell them to stop at Rue +de la Fontaine, No. 28," said the count, fixing his eyes on +the steward, to whom he gave this order. Bertuccio's +forehead was covered with perspiration; however, he obeyed, +and, leaning out of the window, he cried to the coachman, -- +"Rue de la Fontaine, No. 28." No. 28 was situated at the +extremity of the village; during the drive night had set in, +and darkness gave the surroundings the artificial appearance +of a scene on the stage. The carriage stopped, the footman +sprang off the box, and opened the door. "Well," said the +count, "you do not get out, M. Bertuccio -- you are going to +stay in the carriage, then? What are you thinking of this +evening?" Bertuccio sprang out, and offered his shoulder to +the count, who, this time, leaned upon it as he descended +the three steps of the carriage. "Knock," said the count, +"and announce me." Bertuccio knocked, the door opened, and +the concierge appeared. "What is it?" asked he. + +"It is your new master, my good fellow," said the footman. +And he held out to the concierge the notary's order. + +"The house is sold, then?" demanded the concierge; "and this +gentleman is coming to live here?" + +"Yes, my friend," returned the count; "and I will endeavor +to give you no cause to regret your old master." + +"Oh, monsieur," said the concierge, "I shall not have much +cause to regret him, for he came here but seldom; it is five +years since he was here last, and he did well to sell the +house, for it did not bring him in anything at all." + +"What was the name of your old master?" said Monte Cristo. + +"The Marquis of Saint-Meran. Ah, I am sure he has not sold +the house for what he gave for it." + +"The Marquis of Saint-Meran!" returned the count. "The name +is not unknown to me; the Marquis of Saint-Meran!" and he +appeared to meditate. + +"An old gentleman," continued the concierge, "a stanch +follower of the Bourbons; he had an only daughter, who +married M. de Villefort, who had been the king's attorney at +Nimes, and afterwards at Versailles." Monte Cristo glanced +at Bertuccio, who became whiter than the wall against which +he leaned to prevent himself from falling. "And is not this +daughter dead?" demanded Monte Cristo; "I fancy I have heard +so." + +"Yes, monsieur, one and twenty years ago; and since then we +have not seen the poor marquis three times." + +"Thanks, thanks," said Monte Cristo, judging from the +steward's utter prostration that he could not stretch the +cord further without danger of breaking it. "Give me a +light." + +"Shall I accompany you, monsieur?" + +"No, it is unnecessary; Bertuccio will show me a light." And +Monte Cristo accompanied these words by the gift of two gold +pieces, which produced a torrent of thanks and blessings +from the concierge. "Ah, monsieur," said he, after having +vainly searched on the mantle-piece and the shelves, "I have +not got any candles." + +"Take one of the carriage-lamps, Bertuccio," said the count, +"and show me the apartments." The steward obeyed in silence, +but it was easy to see, from the manner in which the hand +that held the light trembled, how much it cost him to obey. +They went over a tolerably large ground-floor; a second +floor consisted of a salon, a bathroom, and two bedrooms; +near one of the bedrooms they came to a winding staircase +that led down to the garden. + +"Ah, here is a private staircase," said the count; "that is +convenient. Light me, M. Bertuccio, and go first; we will +see where it leads to." + +"Monsieur," replied Bertuccio, "it leads to the garden." + +"And, pray, how do you know that?" + +"It ought to do so, at least." + +"Well, let us be sure of that." Bertuccio sighed, and went +on first; the stairs did, indeed, lead to the garden. At the +outer door the steward paused. "Go on, Monsieur Bertuccio," +said the count. But he who was addressed stood there, +stupefied, bewildered, stunned; his haggard eyes glanced +around, as if in search of the traces of some terrible +event, and with his clinched hands he seemed striving to +shut out horrible recollections. "Well," insisted the Count. +"No, no," cried Bertuccio, setting down the lantern at the +angle of the interior wall. "No, monsieur, it is impossible; +I can go no farther." + +"What does this mean?" demanded the irresistible voice of +Monte Cristo. + +"Why, you must see, your excellency," cried the steward, +"that this is not natural; that, having a house to purchase, +you purchase it exactly at Auteuil, and that, purchasing it +at Auteuil, this house should be No. 28, Rue de la Fontaine. +Oh, why did I not tell you all? I am sure you would not have +forced me to come. I hoped your house would have been some +other one than this; as if there was not another house at +Auteuil than that of the assassination!" + +"What, what!" cried Monte Cristo, stopping suddenly, "what +words do you utter? Devil of a man, Corsican that you are -- +always mysteries or superstitions. Come, take the lantern, +and let us visit the garden; you are not afraid of ghosts +with me, I hope?" Bertuccio raised the lantern, and obeyed. +The door, as it opened, disclosed a gloomy sky, in which the +moon strove vainly to struggle through a sea of clouds that +covered her with billows of vapor which she illumined for an +instant, only to sink into obscurity. The steward wished to +turn to the left. "No, no, monsieur," said Monte Cristo. +"What is the use of following the alleys? Here is a +beautiful lawn; let us go on straight forwards." + +Bertuccio wiped the perspiration from his brow, but obeyed; +however, he continued to take the left hand. Monte Cristo, +on the contrary, took the right hand; arrived near a clump +of trees, he stopped. The steward could not restrain +himself. "Move, monsieur -- move away, I entreat you; you +are exactly in the spot!" + +"What spot?" + +"Where he fell." + +"My dear Monsieur Bertuccio," said Monte Cristo, laughing, +"control yourself; we are not at Sartena or at Corte. This +is not a Corsican arbor, but an English garden; badly kept, +I own, but still you must not calumniate it for that." + +"Monsieur, I implore you do not stay there!" + +"I think you are going mad, Bertuccio," said the count +coldly. "If that is the case, I warn you, I shall have you +put in a lunatic asylum." + +"Alas, excellency," returned Bertuccio, joining his hands, +and shaking his head in a manner that would have excited the +count's laughter, had not thoughts of a superior interest +occupied him, and rendered him attentive to the least +revelation of this timorous conscience. "Alas, excellency, +the evil has arrived!" + +"M. Bertuccio," said the count, "I am very glad to tell you, +that while you gesticulate, you wring your hands and roll +your eyes like a man possessed by a devil who will not leave +him; and I have always observed, that the devil most +obstinate to be expelled is a secret. I knew you were a +Corsican. I knew you were gloomy, and always brooding over +some old history of the vendetta; and I overlooked that in +Italy, because in Italy those things are thought nothing of. +But in France they are considered in very bad taste; there +are gendarmes who occupy themselves with such affairs, +judges who condemn, and scaffolds which avenge." Bertuccio +clasped his hands, and as, in all these evolutions, he did +not let fall the lantern, the light showed his pale and +altered countenance. Monte Cristo examined him with the same +look that, at Rome, he had bent upon the execution of +Andrea, and then, in a tone that made a shudder pass through +the veins of the poor steward, -- "The Abbe Busoni, then +told me an untruth," said he, "when, after his journey in +France, in 1829, he sent you to me, with a letter of +recommendation, in which he enumerated all your valuable +qualities. Well, I shall write to the abbe; I shall hold him +responsible for his protege's misconduct, and I shall soon +know all about this assassination. Only I warn you, that +when I reside in a country, I conform to all its code, and I +have no wish to put myself within the compass of the French +laws for your sake." + +"Oh, do not do that, excellency; I have always served you +faithfully," cried Bertuccio, in despair. "I have always +been an honest man, and, as far as lay in my power, I have +done good." + +"I do not deny it," returned the count; "but why are you +thus agitated. It is a bad sign; a quiet conscience does not +occasion such paleness in the cheeks, and such fever in the +hands of a man." + +"But, your excellency," replied Bertuccio hesitatingly, "did +not the Abbe Busoni, who heard my confession in the prison +at Nimes, tell you that I had a heavy burden upon my +conscience?" + +"Yes; but as he said you would make an excellent steward, I +concluded you had stolen -- that was all." + +"Oh, your excellency," returned Bertuccio in deep contempt. + +"Or, as you are a Corsican, that you had been unable to +resist the desire of making a `stiff,' as you call it." + +"Yes, my good master," cried Bertuccio, casting himself at +the count's feet, "it was simply vengeance -- nothing else." + +"I understand that, but I do not understand what it is that +galvanizes you in this manner." + +"But, monsieur, it is very natural," returned Bertuccio, +"since it was in this house that my vengeance was +accomplished." + +"What! my house?" + +"Oh, your excellency, it was not yours, then." + +"Whose, then? The Marquis de Saint-Meran, I think, the +concierge said. What had you to revenge on the Marquis de +Saint-Meran?" + +"Oh, it was not on him, monsieur; it was on another." + +"This is strange," returned Monte Cristo, seeming to yield +to his reflections, "that you should find yourself without +any preparation in a house where the event happened that +causes you so much remorse." + +"Monsieur," said the steward, "it is fatality, I am sure. +First, you purchase a house at Auteuil -- this house is the +one where I have committed an assassination; you descend to +the garden by the same staircase by which he descended; you +stop at the spot where he received the blow; and two paces +farther is the grave in which he had just buried his child. +This is not chance, for chance, in this case, is too much +like providence." + +"Well, amiable Corsican, let us suppose it is providence. I +always suppose anything people please, and, besides, you +must concede something to diseased minds. Come, collect +yourself, and tell me all." + +"I have related it but once, and that was to the Abbe +Busoni. Such things," continued Bertuccio, shaking his head, +"are only related under the seal of confession." + +"Then," said the count, "I refer you to your confessor. Turn +Chartreux or Trappist, and relate your secrets, but, as for +me, I do not like any one who is alarmed by such phantasms, +and I do not choose that my servants should be afraid to +walk in the garden of an evening. I confess I am not very +desirous of a visit from the commissary of police, for, in +Italy, justice is only paid when silent -- in France she is +paid only when she speaks. Peste, I thought you somewhat +Corsican, a great deal smuggler, and an excellent steward; +but I see you have other strings to your bow. You are no +longer in my service, Monsieur Bertuccio." + +"Oh, your excellency, your excellency!" cried the steward, +struck with terror at this threat, "if that is the only +reason I cannot remain in your service, I will tell all, for +if I quit you, it will only be to go to the scaffold." + +"That is different," replied Monte Cristo; "but if you +intend to tell an untruth, reflect it were better not to +speak at all." + +"No, monsieur, I swear to you, by my hopes of salvation, I +will tell you all, for the Abbe Busoni himself only knew a +part of my secret; but, I pray you, go away from that +plane-tree. The moon is just bursting through the clouds, +and there, standing where you do, and wrapped in that cloak +that conceals your figure, you remind me of M. de +Villefort." + +" What!" cried Monte Cristo, "it was M. de Villefort?" + +"Your excellency knows him?" + +"The former royal attorney at Nimes?" + +"Yes." + +"Who married the Marquis of Saint-Meran's daughter?" + +"Yes." + +"Who enjoyed the reputation of being the most severe, the +most upright, the most rigid magistrate on the bench?" + +"Well, monsieur," said Bertuccio, "this man with this +spotless reputation" -- + +"Well?" + +"Was a villain." + +"Bah," replied Monte Cristo, "impossible!" + +"It is as I tell you." + +"Ah, really," said Monte Cristo. "Have you proof of this?" + +"I had it." + +"And you have lost it; how stupid!" + +"Yes; but by careful search it might be recovered." + +"Really," returned the count, "relate it to me, for it +begins to interest me." And the count, humming an air from +"Lucia," went to sit down on a bench, while Bertuccio +followed him, collecting his thoughts. Bertuccio remained +standing before him. + + + +Chapter 44 +The Vendetta. + +"At what point shall I begin my story, your excellency?" +asked Bertuccio. + +"Where you please," returned Monte Cristo, "since I know +nothing at all of it." + +"I thought the Abbe Busoni had told your excellency." + +"Some particulars, doubtless, but that is seven or eight +years ago, and I have forgotten them." + +"Then I can speak without fear of tiring your excellency." + +"Go on, M. Bertuccio; you will supply the want of the +evening papers." + +"The story begins in 1815." + +"Ah," said Monte Cristo, "1815 is not yesterday." + +"No, monsieur, and yet I recollect all things as clearly as +if they had happened but then. I had a brother, an elder +brother, who was in the service of the emperor; he had +become lieutenant in a regiment composed entirely of +Corsicans. This brother was my only friend; we became +orphans -- I at five, he at eighteen. He brought me up as if +I had been his son, and in 1814 he married. When the emperor +returned from the Island of Elba, my brother instantly +joined the army, was slightly wounded at Waterloo, and +retired with the army beyond the Loire." + +"But that is the history of the Hundred Days, M. Bertuccio," +said the count; "unless I am mistaken, it has been already +written." + +"Excuse me, excellency, but these details are necessary, and +you promised to be patient." + +"Go on; I will keep my word." + +"One day we received a letter. I should tell you that we +lived in the little village of Rogliano, at the extremity of +Cape Corso. This letter was from my brother. He told us that +the army was disbanded, and that he should return by +Chateauroux, Clermont-Ferrand, Le Puy, and Nimes; and, if I +had any money, he prayed me to leave it for him at Nimes, +with an inn-keeper with whom I had dealings." + +"In the smuggling line?" said Monte Cristo. + +"Eh, your excellency? Every one must live." + +"Certainly; go on." + +"I loved my brother tenderly, as I told your excellency, and +I resolved not to send the money, but to take it to him +myself. I possessed a thousand francs. I left five hundred +with Assunta, my sister-in-law, and with the other five +hundred I set off for Nimes. It was easy to do so, and as I +had my boat and a lading to take in at sea, everything +favored my project. But, after we had taken in our cargo, +the wind became contrary, so that we were four or five days +without being able to enter the Rhone. At last, however, we +succeeded, and worked up to Arles. I left the boat between +Bellegarde and Beaucaire, and took the road to Nimes." + +"We are getting to the story now?" + +"Yes, your excellency; excuse me, but, as you will see, I +only tell you what is absolutely necessary. Just at this +time the famous massacres took place in the south of France. +Three brigands, called Trestaillon, Truphemy, and Graffan, +publicly assassinated everybody whom they suspected of +Bonapartism. You have doubtless heard of these massacres, +your excellency?" + +"Vaguely; I was far from France at that period. Go on." + +"As I entered Nimes, I literally waded in blood; at every +step you encountered dead bodies and bands of murderers, who +killed, plundered, and burned. At the sight of this +slaughter and devastation I became terrified, not for myself +-- for I, a simple Corsican fisherman, had nothing to fear; +on the contrary, that time was most favorable for us +smugglers -- but for my brother, a soldier of the empire, +returning from the army of the Loire, with his uniform and +his epaulets, there was everything to apprehend. I hastened +to the inn-keeper. My misgivings had been but too true. My +brother had arrived the previous evening at Nimes, and, at +the very door of the house where he was about to demand +hospitality, he had been assassinated. I did all in my power +to discover the murderers, but no one durst tell me their +names, so much were they dreaded. I then thought of that +French justice of which I had heard so much, and which +feared nothing, and I went to the king's attorney." + +"And this king's attorney was named Villefort?" asked Monte +Cristo carelessly. + +"Yes, your excellency; he came from Marseilles, where he had +been deputy-procureur. His zeal had procured him +advancement, and he was said to be one of the first who had +informed the government of the departure from the Island of +Elba." + +"Then," said Monte Cristo "you went to him?" + +"`Monsieur,' I said, `my brother was assassinated yesterday +in the streets of Nimes, I know not by whom, but it is your +duty to find out. You are the representative of justice +here, and it is for justice to avenge those she has been +unable to protect.' -- `Who was your brother?' asked he. -- +`A lieutenant in the Corsican battalion.' -- `A soldier of +the usurper, then?' -- `A soldier of the French army.' -- +`Well,' replied he, `he has smitten with the sword, and he +has perished by the sword.' -- `You are mistaken, monsieur,' +I replied; `he has perished by the poniard.' -- `What do you +want me to do?' asked the magistrate. -- `I have already +told you -- avenge him.' -- `On whom?' -- `On his +murderers.' -- `How should I know who they are?' -- `Order +them to be sought for.' -- `Why, your brother has been +involved in a quarrel, and killed in a duel. All these old +soldiers commit excesses which were tolerated in the time of +the emperor, but which are not suffered now, for the people +here do not like soldiers of such disorderly conduct.' -- +`Monsieur,' I replied, `it is not for myself that I entreat +your interference -- I should grieve for him or avenge him, +but my poor brother had a wife, and were anything to happen +to me, the poor creature would perish from want, for my +brother's pay alone kept her. Pray, try and obtain a small +government pension for her.' + +"`Every revolution has its catastrophes,' returned M. de +Villefort; `your brother has been the victim of this. It is +a misfortune, and government owes nothing to his family. If +we are to judge by all the vengeance that the followers of +the usurper exercised on the partisans of the king, when, in +their turn, they were in power, your brother would be +to-day, in all probability, condemned to death. What has +happened is quite natural, and in conformity with the law of +reprisals.' -- `What,' cried I, `do you, a magistrate, speak +thus to me?' -- `All these Corsicans are mad, on my honor,' +replied M. de Villefort; `they fancy that their countryman +is still emperor. You have mistaken the time, you should +have told me this two months ago, it is too late now. Go +now, at once, or I shall have you put out.' + +"I looked at him an instant to see if there was anything to +hope from further entreaty. But he was a man of stone. I +approached him, and said in a low voice, `Well, since you +know the Corsicans so well, you know that they always keep +their word. You think that it was a good deed to kill my +brother, who was a Bonapartist, because you are a royalist. +Well, I, who am a Bonapartist also, declare one thing to +you, which is, that I will kill you. From this moment I +declare the vendetta against you, so protect yourself as +well as you can, for the next time we meet your last hour +has come.' And before he had recovered from his surprise, I +opened the door and left the room." + +"Well, well," said Monte Cristo, "such an innocent looking +person as you are to do those things, M. Bertuccio, and to a +king's attorney at that! But did he know what was meant by +the terrible word `vendetta'?" + +"He knew so well, that from that moment he shut himself in +his house, and never went out unattended, seeking me high +and low. Fortunately, I was so well concealed that he could +not find me. Then he became alarmed, and dared not stay any +longer at Nimes, so he solicited a change of residence, and, +as he was in reality very influential, he was nominated to +Versailles. But, as you know, a Corsican who has sworn to +avenge himself cares not for distance, so his carriage, fast +as it went, was never above half a day's journey before me, +who followed him on foot. The most important thing was, not +to kill him only -- for I had an opportunity of doing so a +hundred times -- but to kill him without being discovered -- +at least, without being arrested. I no longer belonged to +myself, for I had my sister-in-law to protect and provide +for. For three months I watched M. de Villefort, for three +months he took not a step out-of-doors without my following +him. At length I discovered that he went mysteriously to +Auteuil. I followed him thither, and I saw him enter the +house where we now are, only, instead of entering by the +great door that looks into the street, he came on horseback, +or in his carriage, left the one or the other at the little +inn, and entered by the gate you see there." Monte Cristo +made a sign with his head to show that he could discern in +the darkness the door to which Bertuccio alluded. "As I had +nothing more to do at Versailles, I went to Auteuil, and +gained all the information I could. If I wished to surprise +him, it was evident this was the spot to lie in wait for +him. The house belonged, as the concierge informed your +excellency, to M. de Saint-Meran, Villefort's father-in-law. +M. de Saint-Meran lived at Marseilles, so that this country +house was useless to him, and it was reported to be let to a +young widow, known only by the name of `the baroness.' + +"One evening, as I was looking over the wall, I saw a young +and handsome woman who was walking alone in that garden, +which was not overlooked by any windows, and I guessed that +she was awaiting M. de Villefort. When she was sufficiently +near for me to distinguish her features, I saw she was from +eighteen to nineteen, tall and very fair. As she had a loose +muslin dress on and as nothing concealed her figure, I saw +she would ere long become a mother. A few moments after, the +little door was opened and a man entered. The young woman +hastened to meet him. They threw themselves into each +other's arms, embraced tenderly, and returned together to +the house. The man was M. de Villefort; I fully believed +that when he went out in the night he would be forced to +traverse the whole of the garden alone." + +"And," asked the count, "did you ever know the name of this +woman?" + +"No, excellency," returned Bertuccio; "you will see that I +had no time to learn it." + +"Go on." + +"That evening," continued Bertuccio, "I could have killed +the procureur, but as I was not sufficiently acquainted with +the neighborhood, I was fearful of not killing him on the +spot, and that if his cries were overheard I might be taken; +so I put it off until the next occasion, and in order that +nothing should escape me, I took a chamber looking into the +street bordered by the wall of the garden. Three days after, +about seven o'clock in the evening, I saw a servant on +horseback leave the house at full gallop, and take the road +to Sevres. I concluded that he was going to Versailles, and +I was not deceived. Three hours later, the man returned +covered with dust, his errand was performed, and two minutes +after, another man on foot, muffled in a mantle, opened the +little door of the garden, which he closed after him. I +descended rapidly; although I had not seen Villefort's face, +I recognized him by the beating of my heart. I crossed the +street, and stopped at a post placed at the angle of the +wall, and by means of which I had once before looked into +the garden. This time I did not content myself with looking, +but I took my knife out of my pocket, felt that the point +was sharp, and sprang over the wall. My first care was to +run to the door; he had left the key in it, taking the +simple precaution of turning it twice in the lock. Nothing, +then, preventing my escape by this means, I examined the +grounds. The garden was long and narrow; a stretch of smooth +turf extended down the middle, and at the corners were +clumps of trees with thick and massy foliage, that made a +background for the shrubs and flowers. In order to go from +the door to the house, or from the house to the door, M. de +Villefort would be obliged to pass by one of these clumps of +trees. + +"It was the end of September; the wind blew violently. The +faint glimpses of the pale moon, hidden momentarily by +masses of dark clouds that were sweeping across the sky, +whitened the gravel walks that led to the house, but were +unable to pierce the obscurity of the thick shrubberies, in +which a man could conceal himself without any fear of +discovery. I hid myself in the one nearest to the path +Villefort must take, and scarcely was I there when, amidst +the gusts of wind, I fancied I heard groans; but you know, +or rather you do not know, your excellency, that he who is +about to commit an assassination fancies that he hears low +cries perpetually ringing in his ears. Two hours passed +thus, during which I imagined I heard moans repeatedly. +Midnight struck. As the last stroke died away, I saw a faint +light shine through the windows of the private staircase by +which we have just descended. The door opened, and the man +in the mantle reappeared. The terrible moment had come, but +I had so long been prepared for it that my heart did not +fail in the least. I drew my knife from my pocket again, +opened it, and made ready to strike. The man in the mantle +advanced towards me, but as he drew near I saw that he had a +weapon in his hand. I was afraid, not of a struggle, but of +a failure. When he was only a few paces from me, I saw that +what I had taken for a weapon was only a spade. I was still +unable to divine for what reason M. de Villefort had this +spade in his hands, when he stopped close to the thicket +where I was, glanced round, and began to dig a hole in the +earth. I then perceived that he was hiding something under +his mantle, which he laid on the grass in order to dig more +freely. Then, I confess, curiosity mingled with hatred; I +wished to see what Villefort was going to do there, and I +remained motionless, holding my breath. Then an idea crossed +my mind, which was confirmed when I saw the procureur lift +from under his mantle a box, two feet long, and six or eight +inches deep. I let him place the box in the hole he had +made, then, while he stamped with his feet to remove all +traces of his occupation, I rushed on him and plunged my +knife into his breast, exclaiming, -- `I am Giovanni +Bertuccio; thy death for my brother's; thy treasure for his +widow; thou seest that my vengeance is more complete than I +had hoped.' I know not if he heard these words; I think he +did not, for he fell without a cry. I felt his blood gush +over my face, but I was intoxicated, I was delirious, and +the blood refreshed, instead of burning me. In a second I +had disinterred the box; then, that it might not be known I +had done so, I filled up the hole, threw the spade over the +wall, and rushed through the door, which I double-locked, +carrying off the key." + +"Ah," said Monte Cristo "it seems to me this was nothing but +murder and robbery." + +"No, your excellency," returned Bertuccio; "it was a +vendetta followed by restitution." + +"And was the sum a large one?" + +"It was not money." + +"Ah, I recollect," replied the count; "did you not say +something of an infant?" + +"Yes, excellency; I hastened to the river, sat down on the +bank, and with my knife forced open the lock of the box. In +a fine linen cloth was wrapped a new-born child. Its purple +visage, and its violet-colored hands showed that it had +perished from suffocation, but as it was not yet cold, I +hesitated to throw it into the water that ran at my feet. +After a moment I fancied that I felt a slight pulsation of +the heart, and as I had been assistant at the hospital at +Bastia, I did what a doctor would have done -- I inflated +the lungs by blowing air into them, and at the expiration of +a quarter of an hour, it began to breathe, and cried feebly. +In my turn I uttered a cry, but a cry of joy. `God has not +cursed me then,' I cried, `since he permits me to save the +life of a human creature, in exchange for the life I have +taken away.'" + +"And what did you do with the child?" asked Monte Cristo. +"It was an embarrassing load for a man seeking to escape." + +"I had not for a moment the idea of keeping it, but I knew +that at Paris there was an asylum where they receive such +creatures. As I passed the city gates I declared that I had +found the child on the road, and I inquired where the asylum +was; the box confirmed my statement, the linen proved that +the infant belonged to wealthy parents, the blood with which +I was covered might have proceeded from the child as well as +from any one else. No objection was raised, but they pointed +out the asylum, which was situated at the upper end of the +Rue d'Enfer, and after having taken the precaution of +cutting the linen in two pieces, so that one of the two +letters which marked it was on the piece wrapped around the +child, while the other remained in my possession, I rang the +bell, and fled with all speed. A fortnight after I was at +Rogliano, and I said to Assunta, -- `Console thyself, +sister; Israel is dead, but he is avenged.' She demanded +what I meant, and when I had told her all, -- `Giovanni,' +said she, `you should have brought this child with you; we +would have replaced the parents it has lost, have called it +Benedetto, and then, in consequence of this good action, God +would have blessed us.' In reply I gave her the half of the +linen I had kept in order to reclaim him if we became rich." + +"What letters were marked on the linen?" said Monte Cristo. + +"An H and an N, surmounted by a baron's coronet." + +"By heaven, M. Bertuccio, you make use of heraldic terms; +where did you study heraldry?" + +"In your service, excellency, where everything is learned." + +"Go on, I am curious to know two things." + +"What are they, your excellency ?" + +"What became of this little boy? for I think you told me it +was a boy, M. Bertuccio." + +"No excellency, I do not recollect telling you that." + +"I thought you did; I must have been mistaken." + +"No, you were not, for it was in reality a little boy. But +your excellency wished to know two things; what was the +second?" + +"The second was the crime of which you were accused when you +asked for a confessor, and the Abbe Busoni came to visit you +at your request in the prison at Nimes." + +"The story will be very long, excellency." + +"What matter? you know I take but little sleep, and I do not +suppose you are very much inclined for it either." Bertuccio +bowed, and resumed his story. + +"Partly to drown the recollections of the past that haunted +me, partly to supply the wants of the poor widow, I eagerly +returned to my trade of smuggler, which had become more easy +since that relaxation of the laws which always follows a +revolution. The southern districts were ill-watched in +particular, in consequence of the disturbances that were +perpetually breaking out in Avignon, Nimes, or Uzes. We +profited by this respite on the part of the government to +make friends everywhere. Since my brother's assassination in +the streets of Nimes, I had never entered the town; the +result was that the inn-keeper with whom we were connected, +seeing that we would no longer come to him, was forced to +come to us, and had established a branch to his inn, on the +road from Bellegarde to Beaucaire, at the sign of the Pont +du Gard. We had thus, at Aigues-Mortes, Martigues, or Bouc, +a dozen places where we left our goods, and where, in case +of necessity, we concealed ourselves from the gendarmes and +custom-house officers. Smuggling is a profitable trade, when +a certain degree of vigor and intelligence is employed; as +for myself, brought up in the mountains, I had a double +motive for fearing the gendarmes and custom-house officers, +as my appearance before the judges would cause an inquiry, +and an inquiry always looks back into the past. And in my +past life they might find something far more grave than the +selling of smuggled cigars, or barrels of brandy without a +permit. So, preferring death to capture, I accomplished the +most astonishing deeds, and which, more than once, showed me +that the too great care we take of our bodies is the only +obstacle to the success of those projects which require +rapid decision, and vigorous and determined execution. In +reality, when you have once devoted your life to your +enterprises, you are no longer the equal of other men, or, +rather, other men are no longer your equals, and whosoever +has taken this resolution, feels his strength and resources +doubled." + +"Philosophy, M. Bertuccio," interrupted the Count; "you have +done a little of everything in your life." + +"Oh, excellency," + +"No, no; but philosophy at half-past ten at night is +somewhat late; yet I have no other observation to make, for +what you say is correct, which is more than can be said for +all philosophy." + +"My journeys became more and more extensive and more +productive. Assunta took care of all, and our little fortune +increased. One day as I was setting off on an expedition, +`Go,' said she; `at your return I will give you a surprise.' +I questioned her, but in vain; she would tell me nothing, +and I departed. Our expedition lasted nearly six weeks; we +had been to Lucca to take in oil, to Leghorn for English +cottons, and we ran our cargo without opposition, and +returned home full of joy. When I entered the house, the +first thing I beheld in the middle of Assunta's chamber was +a cradle that might be called sumptuous compared with the +rest of the furniture, and in it a baby seven or eight +months old. I uttered a cry of joy; the only moments of +sadness I had known since the assassination of the procureur +were caused by the recollection that I had abandoned this +child. For the assassination itself I had never felt any +remorse. Poor Assunta had guessed all. She had profited by +my absence, and furnished with the half of the linen, and +having written down the day and hour at which I had +deposited the child at the asylum, had set off for Paris, +and had reclaimed it. No objection was raised, and the +infant was given up to her. Ah, I confess, your excellency, +when I saw this poor creature sleeping peacefully in its +cradle, I felt my eyes filled with tears. `Ah, Assunta,' +cried I, `you are an excellent woman, and heaven will bless +you.'" + +"This," said Monte Cristo, "is less correct than your +philosophy, -- it is only faith." + +"Alas, your excellency is right," replied Bertuccio, "and +God made this infant the instrument of our punishment. Never +did a perverse nature declare itself more prematurely, and +yet it was not owing to any fault in his bringing up. He was +a most lovely child, with large blue eyes, of that deep +color that harmonizes so well with the blond complexion; +only his hair, which was too light, gave his face a most +singular expression, and added to the vivacity of his look, +and the malice of his smile. Unfortunately, there is a +proverb which says that `red is either altogether good or +altogether bad.' The proverb was but too correct as regarded +Benedetto, and even in his infancy he manifested the worst +disposition. It is true that the indulgence of his +foster-mother encouraged him. This child, for whom my poor +sister would go to the town, five or six leagues off, to +purchase the earliest fruits and the most tempting +sweetmeats, preferred to Palma grapes or Genoese preserves, +the chestnuts stolen from a neighbor's orchard, or the dried +apples in his loft, when he could eat as well of the nuts +and apples that grew in my garden. One day, when Benedetto +was about five or six, our neighbor Vasilio, who, according +to the custom of the country, never locked up his purse or +his valuables -- for, as your excellency knows, there are no +thieves in Corsica -- complained that he had lost a louis +out of his purse; we thought he must have made a mistake in +counting his money, but he persisted in the accuracy of his +statement. One day, Benedetto, who had been gone from the +house since morning, to our great anxiety, did not return +until late in the evening, dragging a monkey after him, +which he said he had found chained to the foot of a tree. +For more than a month past, the mischievous child, who knew +not what to wish for, had taken it into his head to have a +monkey. A boatman, who had passed by Rogliano, and who had +several of these animals, whose tricks had greatly diverted +him, had, doubtless, suggested this idea to him. `Monkeys +are not found in our woods chained to trees,' said I; +`confess how you obtained this animal.' Benedetto maintained +the truth of what he had said, and accompanied it with +details that did more honor to his imagination than to his +veracity. I became angry; he began to laugh, I threatened to +strike him, and he made two steps backwards. `You cannot +beat me,' said he; `you have no right, for you are not my +father.' + +"We never knew who had revealed this fatal secret, which we +had so carefully concealed from him; however, it was this +answer, in which the child's whole character revealed +itself, that almost terrified me, and my arm fell without +touching him. The boy triumphed, and this victory rendered +him so audacious, that all the money of Assunta, whose +affection for him seemed to increase as he became more +unworthy of it, was spent in caprices she knew not how to +contend against, and follies she had not the courage to +prevent. When I was at Rogliano everything went on properly, +but no sooner was my back turned than Benedetto became +master, and everything went ill. When he was only eleven, he +chose his companions from among the young men of eighteen or +twenty, the worst characters in Bastia, or, indeed, in +Corsica, and they had already, for some mischievous pranks, +been several times threatened with a prosecution. I became +alarmed, as any prosecution might be attended with serious +consequences. I was compelled, at this period, to leave +Corsica on an important expedition; I reflected for a long +time, and with the hope of averting some impending +misfortune, I resolved that Benedetto should accompany me. I +hoped that the active and laborious life of a smuggler, with +the severe discipline on board, would have a salutary effect +on his character, which was now well-nigh, if not quite, +corrupt. I spoke to Benedetto alone, and proposed to him to +accompany me, endeavoring to tempt him by all the promises +most likely to dazzle the imagination of a child of twelve. +He heard me patiently, and when I had finished, burst out +laughing. + +"`Are you mad, uncle?' (he called me by this name when he +was in good humor); `do you think I am going to change the +life I lead for your mode of existence -- my agreeable +indolence for the hard and precarious toil you impose on +yourself, exposed to the bitter frost at night, and the +scorching heat by day, compelled to conceal yourself, and +when you are perceived, receive a volley of bullets, all to +earn a paltry sum? Why, I have as much money as I want; +mother Assunta always furnishes me when I ask for it! You +see that I should be a fool to accept your offer.' The +arguments, and his audacity, perfectly stupefied me. +Benedetto rejoined his associates, and I saw him from a +distance point me out to them as a fool." + +"Sweet child," murmured Monte Cristo. + +"Oh, had he been my own son," replied Bertuccio, "or even my +nephew, I would have brought him back to the right road, for +the knowledge that you are doing your duty gives you +strength, but the idea that I was striking a child whose +father I had killed, made it impossible for me to punish +him. I gave my sister, who constantly defended the +unfortunate boy, good advice, and as she confessed that she +had several times missed money to a considerable amount, I +showed her a safe place in which to conceal our little +treasure for the future. My mind was already made up. +Benedetto could read, write, and cipher perfectly, for when +the fit seized him, he learned more in a day than others in +a week. My intention was to enter him as a clerk in some +ship, and without letting him know anything of my plan, to +convey him some morning on board; by this means his future +treatment would depend upon his own conduct. I set off for +France, after having fixed upon the plan. Our cargo was to +be landed in the Gulf of Lyons, and this was a difficult +thing to do because it was then the year 1829. The most +perfect tranquillity was restored, and the vigilance of the +custom-house officers was redoubled, and their strictness +was increased at this time, in consequence of the fair at +Beaucaire. + +"Our expedition made a favorable beginning. We anchored our +vessel -- which had a double hold, where our goods were +concealed -- amidst a number of other vessels that bordered +the banks of the Rhone from Beaucaire to Arles. On our +arrival we began to discharge our cargo in the night, and to +convey it into the town, by the help of the inn-keeper with +whom we were connected. Whether success rendered us +imprudent, or whether we were betrayed, I know not; but one +evening, about five o'clock, our little cabin-boy came +breathlessly, to inform us that he had seen a detachment of +custom-house officers advancing in our direction. It was not +their proximity that alarmed us, for detachments were +constantly patrolling along the banks of the Rhone, but the +care, according to the boy's account, that they took to +avoid being seen. In an instant we were on the alert, but it +was too late; our vessel was surrounded, and amongst the +custom-house officers I observed several gendarmes, and, as +terrified at the sight of their uniforms as I was brave at +the sight of any other, I sprang into the hold, opened a +port, and dropped into the river, dived, and only rose at +intervals to breathe, until I reached a ditch that had +recently been made from the Rhone to the canal that runs +from Beaucaire to Aigues-Mortes. I was now safe, for I could +swim along the ditch without being seen, and I reached the +canal in safety. I had designedly taken this direction. I +have already told your excellency of an inn-keeper from +Nimes who had set up a little tavern on the road from +Bellegarde to Beaucaire." + +"Yes," said Monte Cristo "I perfectly recollect him; I think +he was your colleague." + +"Precisely," answered Bertuccio; "but he had, seven or eight +years before this period, sold his establishment to a tailor +at Marseilles, who, having almost ruined himself in his old +trade, wished to make his fortune in another. Of course, we +made the same arrangements with the new landlord that we had +with the old; and it was of this man that I intended to ask +shelter." + +"What was his name?" inquired the count, who seemed to +become somewhat interested in Bertuccio's story. + +"Gaspard Caderousse; he had married a woman from the village +of Carconte, and whom we did not know by any other name than +that of her village. She was suffering from malarial fever, +and seemed dying by inches. As for her husband, he was a +strapping fellow of forty, or five and forty, who had more +than once, in time of danger, given ample proof of his +presence of mind and courage." + +"And you say," interrupted Monte Cristo "that this took +place towards the year" -- + +"1829, your excellency." + +"In what month?" + +"June." + +"The beginning or the end?" + +"The evening of the 3d." + +"Ah," said Monte Cristo "the evening of the 3d of June, +1829. Go on." + +"It was from Caderousse that I intended demanding shelter, +and, as we never entered by the door that opened onto the +road, I resolved not to break through the rule, so climbing +over the garden-hedge, I crept amongst the olive and wild +fig trees, and fearing that Caderousse might have some +guest, I entered a kind of shed in which I had often passed +the night, and which was only separated from the inn by a +partition, in which holes had been made in order to enable +us to watch an opportunity of announcing our presence. My +intention was, if Caderousse was alone, to acquaint him with +my presence, finish the meal the custom-house officers had +interrupted, and profit by the threatened storm to return to +the Rhone, and ascertain the state of our vessel and its +crew. I stepped into the shed, and it was fortunate I did +so, for at that moment Caderousse entered with a stranger. + +"I waited patiently, not to overhear what they said, but +because I could do nothing else; besides, the same thing had +occurred often before. The man who was with Caderousse was +evidently a stranger to the South of France; he was one of +those merchants who come to sell jewellery at the Beaucaire +fair, and who during the month the fair lasts, and during +which there is so great an influx of merchants and customers +from all parts of Europe, often have dealings to the amount +of 100,000 to 150,000 francs. Caderousse entered hastily. +Then, seeing that the room was, as usual, empty, and only +guarded by the dog, he called to his wife, `Hello, +Carconte,' said he, `the worthy priest has not deceived us; +the diamond is real.' An exclamation of joy was heard, and +the staircase creaked beneath a feeble step. `What do you +say?' asked his wife, pale as death. + +"`I say that the diamond is real, and that this gentleman, +one of the first jewellers of Paris, will give us 50,000 +francs for it. Only, in order to satisfy himself that it +really belongs to us, he wishes you to relate to him, as I +have done already, the miraculous manner in which the +diamond came into our possession. In the meantime please to +sit down, monsieur, and I will fetch you some refreshment.' +The jeweller examined attentively the interior of the inn +and the apparent poverty of the persons who were about to +sell him a diamond that seemed to have come from the casket +of a prince. `Relate your story, madame,' said he, wishing, +no doubt, to profit by the absence of the husband, so that +the latter could not influence the wife's story, to see if +the two recitals tallied. + +"`Oh,' returned she, `it was a gift of heaven. My husband +was a great friend, in 1814 or 1815, of a sailor named +Edmond Dantes. This poor fellow, whom Caderousse had +forgotten, had not forgotten him, and at his death he +bequeathed this diamond to him.' -- `But how did he obtain +it?' asked the jeweller; `had he it before he was +imprisoned?' -- `No, monsieur; but it appears that in prison +he made the acquaintance of a rich Englishman, and as in +prison he fell sick, and Dantes took the same care of him as +if he had been his brother, the Englishman, when he was set +free, gave this stone to Dantes, who, less fortunate, died, +and, in his turn, left it to us, and charged the excellent +abbe, who was here this morning, to deliver it.' -- `The +same story,' muttered the jeweller; `and improbable as it +seemed at first, it may be true. There's only the price we +are not agreed about.' -- `How not agreed about?' said +Caderousse. `I thought we agreed for the price I asked.' -- +`That is,' replied the jeweller, `I offered 40,000 francs.' +-- `Forty thousand,' cried La Carconte; `we will not part +with it for that sum. The abbe told us it was worth 50,000 +without the setting.' + +"`What was the abbe's name?' asked the indefatigable +questioner. -- `The Abbe Busoni,' said La Carconte. -- `He +was a foreigner?' -- `An Italian, from the neighborhood of +Mantua, I believe.' -- `Let me see this diamond again,' +replied the jeweller; `the first time you are often mistaken +as to the value of a stone.' Caderousse took from his pocket +a small case of black shagreen, opened, and gave it to the +jeweller. At the sight of the diamond, which was as large as +a hazel-nut, La Carconte's eyes sparkled with cupidity." + +"And what did you think of this fine story, eavesdropper?" +said Monte Cristo; "did you credit it?" + +"Yes, your excellency. I did not look on Caderousse as a bad +man, and I thought him incapable of committing a crime, or +even a theft." + +"That did more honor to your heart than to your experience, +M. Bertuccio. Had you known this Edmond Dantes, of whom they +spoke?" + +"No, your excellency, I had never heard of him before, and +never but once afterwards, and that was from the Abbe Busoni +himself, when I saw him in the prison at Nimes." + +"Go on." + +"The jeweller took the ring, and drawing from his pocket a +pair of steel pliers and a small set of copper scales, he +took the stone out of its setting, and weighed it carefully. +`I will give you 45,000,' said he, `but not a sou more; +besides, as that is the exact value of the stone, I brought +just that sum with me.' -- `Oh, that's no matter,' replied +Caderousse, `I will go back with you to fetch the other +5,000 francs.' -- `No,' returned the jeweller, giving back +the diamond and the ring to Caderousse -- `no, it is worth +no more, and I am sorry I offered so much, for the stone has +a flaw in it, which I had not seen. However, I will not go +back on my word, and I will give 45,000.' -- `At least, +replace the diamond in the ring,' said La Carconte sharply. +-- `Ah, true,' replied the jeweller, and he reset the stone. +-- `No matter,' observed Caderousse, replacing the box in +his pocket, `some one else will purchase it.' -- `Yes,' +continued the jeweller; `but some one else will not be so +easy as I am, or content himself with the same story. It is +not natural that a man like you should possess such a +diamond. He will inform against you. You will have to find +the Abbe Busoni; and abbes who give diamonds worth two +thousand louis are rare. The law would seize it, and put you +in prison; if at the end of three or four months you are set +at liberty, the ring will be lost, or a false stone, worth +three francs, will be given you, instead of a diamond worth +50,000 or perhaps 55,000 francs; from which you must allow +that one runs considerable risk in purchasing.' Caderousse +and his wife looked eagerly at each other. -- `No,' said +Caderousse, `we are not rich enough to lose 5,000 francs.' +-- `As you please, my dear sir,' said the, jeweller; `I had, +however, as you see, brought you the money in bright coin.' +And he drew from his pocket a handful of gold, and held it +sparkling before the dazzled eyes of the innkeeper, and in +the other hand he held a packet of bank-notes. + +"There was evidently a severe struggle in the mind of +Caderousse; it was plain that the small shagreen case, which +he turned over and over in his hand, did not seem to him +commensurate in value to the enormous sum which fascinated +his gaze. He turned towards his wife. `What do you think of +this?' he asked in a low voice. -- `Let him have it -- let +him have it,' she said. `If he returns to Beaucaire without +the diamond, he will inform against us, and, as he says, who +knows if we shall ever again see the Abbe Busoni? -- in all +probability we shall never see him.' -- `Well, then, so I +will!' said Caderousse; `so you may have the diamond for +45,000 francs. But my wife wants a gold chain, and I want a +pair of silver buckles.' The jeweller drew from his pocket a +long flat box, which contained several samples of the +articles demanded. `Here,' he said, `I am very +straightforward in my dealings -- take your choice.' The +woman selected a gold chain worth about five louis, and the +husband a pair of buckles. worth perhaps fifteen francs. -- +`I hope you will not complain now?' said the jeweller. + +"`The abbe told me it was worth 50,000 francs,' muttered +Caderousse. `Come, come -- give it to me! What a strange +fellow you are,' said the jeweller, taking the diamond from +his hand. `I give you 45,000 francs -- that is, 2,500 livres +of income, -- a fortune such as I wish I had myself, and you +are not satisfied!' -- `And the five and forty thousand +francs,' inquired Caderousse in a hoarse voice, `where are +they? Come -- let us see them.' -- `Here they are,' replied +the jeweller, and he counted out upon the table 15,000 +francs in gold, and 30,000 francs in bank-notes. + +"`Wait while I light the lamp,' said La Carconte; `it is +growing dark, and there may be some mistake.' In fact, night +had come on during this conversation, and with night the +storm which had been threatening for the last half-hour. The +thunder growled in the distance; but it was apparently not +heard by the jeweller, Caderousse, or La Carconte, absorbed +as they were all three with the demon of gain. I myself +felt; a strange kind of fascination at the sight of all this +gold and all these bank-notes; it seemed to me that I was in +a dream, and, as it always happens in a dream, I felt myself +riveted to the spot. Caderousse counted and again counted +the gold and the notes, then handed them to his wife, who +counted and counted them again in her turn. During this +time, the jeweller made the diamond play and sparkle in the +lamplight, and the gem threw out jets of light which made +him unmindful of those which -- precursors of the storm -- +began to play in at the windows. `Well,' inquired the +jeweller, `is the cash all right?' + +"`Yes,' said Caderousse. `Give me the pocket-book, La +Carconte, and find a bag somewhere.' + +"La Carconte went to a cupboard, and returned with an old +leathern pocket-book and a bag. From the former she took +some greasy letters, and put in their place the bank-notes, +and from the bag took two or three crowns of six livres +each, which, in all probability, formed the entire fortune +of the miserable couple. `There,' said Caderousse; `and now, +although you have wronged us of perhaps 10,000 francs, will +you have your supper with us? I invite you with good-will.' +-- `Thank you,' replied the jeweller, `it must be getting +late, and I must return to Beaucaire -- my wife will be +getting uneasy.' He drew out his watch, and exclaimed, +`Morbleu, nearly nine o'clock -- why, I shall not get back +to Beaucaire before midnight! Good-night, my friends. If the +Abbe Busoni should by any accident return, think of me.' -- +`In another week you will have left Beaucaire.' remarked +Caderousse, `for the fair ends in a few days.' -- `True, but +that makes no difference. Write to me at Paris, to M. +Joannes, in the Palais Royal, arcade Pierre, No. 45. I will +make the journey on purpose to see him, if it is worth +while.' At this moment there was a tremendous clap of +thunder, accompanied by a flash of lightning so vivid, that +it quite eclipsed the light of the lamp. + +"`See here,' exclaimed Caderousse. `You cannot think of +going out in such weather as this.' -- `Oh, I am not afraid +of thunder,' said the jeweller. -- `And then there are +robbers,' said La Carconte. `The road is never very safe +during fair time.' -- `Oh, as to the robbers,' said Joannes, +`here is something for them,' and he drew from his pocket a +pair of small pistols, loaded to the muzzle. `Here,' said +he, `are dogs who bark and bite at the same time, they are +for the two first who shall have a longing for your diamond, +Friend Caderousse.' + +"Caderousse and his wife again interchanged a meaning look. +It seemed as though they were both inspired at the same time +with some horrible thought. `Well, then, a good journey to +you,' said Caderousse. -- `Thanks,' replied the jeweller. He +then took his cane, which he had placed against an old +cupboard, and went out. At the moment when he opened the +door, such a gust of wind came in that the lamp was nearly +extinguished. `Oh,' said he, `this is very nice weather, and +two leagues to go in such a storm.' -- `Remain,' said +Caderousse. `You can sleep here.' -- `Yes; do stay,' added +La Carconte in a tremulous voice; `we will take every care +of you.' -- `No; I must sleep at Beaucaire. So, once more, +good-night.' Caderousse followed him slowly to the +threshold. `I can see neither heaven nor earth,' said the +jeweller, who was outside the door. `Do I turn to the right, +or to the left hand?' -- `To the right,' said Caderousse. +`You cannot go wrong -- the road is bordered by trees on +both sides.' -- `Good -- all right,' said a voice almost +lost in the distance. `Close the door,' said La Carconte; `I +do not like open doors when it thunders.' -- `Particularly +when there is money in the house, eh?' answered Caderousse, +double-locking the door. + +"He came into the room, went to the cupboard, took out the +bag and pocket-book, and both began, for the third time, to +count their gold and bank-notes. I never saw such an +expression of cupidity as the flickering lamp revealed in +those two countenances. The woman, especially, was hideous; +her usual feverish tremulousness was intensified, her +countenance had become livid, and her eyes resembled burning +coals. `Why,' she inquired in a hoarse voice, `did you +invite him to sleep here to-night?' -- `Why?' said +Caderousse with a shudder; `why, that he might not have the +trouble of returning to Beaucaire.' -- `Ah,' responded the +woman, with an expression impossible to describe; `I thought +it was for something else.' -- `Woman, woman -- why do you +have such ideas?' cried Caderousse; `or, if you have them, +why don't you keep them to yourself?' -- `Well,' said La +Carconte, after a moment's pause, `you are not a man.' -- +`What do you mean?' added Caderousse. -- `If you had been a +man, you would not have let him go from here.' -- `Woman!' +-- `Or else he should not have reached Beaucaire.' -- +`Woman!' -- `The road takes a turn -- he is obliged to +follow it -- while alongside of the canal there is a shorter +road.' -- `Woman! -- you offend the good God. There -- +listen!' And at this moment there was a tremendous peal of +thunder, while the livid lightning illumined the room, and +the thunder, rolling away in the distance, seemed to +withdraw unwillingly from the cursed abode. `Mercy!' said +Caderousse, crossing himself. + +"At the same moment, and in the midst of the terrifying +silence which usually follows a clap of thunder, they heard +a knocking at the door. Caderousse and his wife started and +looked aghast at each other. `Who's there?' cried +Caderousse, rising, and drawing up in a heap the gold and +notes scattered over the table, and which he covered with +his two hands. -- `It is I,' shouted a voice. -- `And who +are you?' -- `Eh, pardieu, Joannes, the jeweller.' -- `Well, +and you said I offended the good God,' said La Carconte with +a horrid smile. `Why, the good God sends him back again.' +Caderousse sank pale and breathless into his chair. La +Carconte, on the contrary, rose, and going with a firm step +towards the door, opened it, saying, as she did so -- `Come +in, dear M. Joannes.' -- `Ma foi,' said the jeweller, +drenched with rain, `I am not destined to return to +Beaucaire to-night. The shortest follies are best, my dear +Caderousse. You offered me hospitality, and I accept it, and +have returned to sleep beneath your friendly roof.' +Caderousse stammered out something, while he wiped away the +sweat that started to his brow. La Carconte doubled-locked +the door behind the jeweller. + + + +Chapter 45 +The Rain of Blood. + +"As the jeweller returned to the apartment, he cast around +him a scrutinizing glance -- but there was nothing to excite +suspicion, if it did not exist, or to confirm it, if it were +already awakened. Caderousse's hands still grasped the gold +and bank-notes, and La Carconte called up her sweetest +smiles while welcoming the reappearance of their guest. +`Well, well,' said the jeweller, `you seem, my good friends, +to have had some fears respecting the accuracy of your +money, by counting it over so carefully directly I was +gone.' -- `Oh, no,' answered Caderousse, `that was not my +reason, I can assure you; but the circumstances by which we +have become possessed of this wealth are so unexpected, as +to make us scarcely credit our good fortune, and it is only +by placing the actual proof of our riches before our eyes +that we can persuade ourselves that the whole affair is not +a dream.' The jeweller smiled. -- `Have you any other guests +in your house?' inquired he. -- `Nobody but ourselves,' +replied Caderousse; `the fact is, we do not lodge travellers +-- indeed, our tavern is so near the town, that nobody would +think of stopping here. -- `Then I am afraid I shall very +much inconvenience you.' -- `Inconvenience us? Not at all, +my dear sir,' said La Carconte in her most gracious manner. +`Not at all, I assure you.' -- `But where will you manage to +stow me?' -- `In the chamber overhead.' -- `Surely that is +where you yourselves sleep?' -- `Never mind that; we have a +second bed in the adjoining room.' Caderousse stared at his +wife with much astonishment. + +"The jeweller, meanwhile, was humming a song as he stood +warming his back at the fire La Carconte had kindled to dry +the wet garments of her guest; and this done, she next +occupied herself in arranging his supper, by spreading a +napkin at the end of the table, and placing on it the +slender remains of their dinner, to which she added three or +four fresh-laid eggs. Caderousse had once more parted with +his treasure -- the banknotes were replaced in the +pocket-book, the gold put back into the bag, and the whole +carefully locked in the cupboard. He then began pacing the +room with a pensive and gloomy air, glancing from time to +time at the jeweller, who stood reeking with the steam from +his wet clothes, and merely changing his place on the warm +hearth, to enable the whole of his garments to be dried. + +"`There,' said La Carconte, as she placed a bottle of wine +on the table, `supper is ready whenever you are.' -- `And +you?' asked Joannes. -- `I don't want any supper,' said +Caderousse. -- `We dined so very late,' hastily interposed +La Carconte. -- `Then it seems I am to eat alone,' remarked +the jeweller. -- `Oh, we shall have the pleasure of waiting +upon you,' answered La Carconte, with an eager attention she +was not accustomed to manifest even to guests who paid for +what they took. + +"From time to time Caderousse darted on his wife keen, +searching glances, but rapid as the lightning flash. The +storm still continued. `There, there,' said La Carconte; `do +you hear that? upon my word, you did well to come back.' -- +`Nevertheless,' replied the jeweller, `if by the time I have +finished my supper the tempest has at all abated, I shall +make another start.' -- `It's the mistral,' said Caderousse, +`and it will be sure to last till to-morrow morning.' He +sighed heavily. -- `Well,' said the jeweller, as he placed +himself at table, `all I can say is, so much the worse for +those who are abroad.' -- `Yes,' chimed in La Carconte, +`they will have a wretched night of it.' + +"The jeweller began eating his supper, and the woman, who +was ordinarily so querulous and indifferent to all who +approached her, was suddenly transformed into the most +smiling and attentive hostess. Had the unhappy man on whom +she lavished her assiduities been previously acquainted with +her, so sudden an alteration might well have excited +suspicion in his mind, or at least have greatly astonished +him. Caderousse, meanwhile, continued to pace the room in +gloomy silence, sedulously avoiding the sight of his guest; +but as soon as the stranger had completed his repast, the +agitated inn-keeper went eagerly to the door and opened it. +`I believe the storm is over,' said he. But as if to +contradict his statement, at that instant a violent clap of +thunder seemed to shake the house to its very foundation, +while a sudden gust of wind, mingled with rain, extinguished +the lamp he held in his hand. Trembling and awe-struck, +Caderousse hastily shut the door and returned to his guest, +while La Carconte lighted a candle by the smouldering ashes +that glimmered on the hearth. `You must be tired,' said she +to the jeweller; `I have spread a pair of white sheets on +your bed; go up when you are ready, and sleep well.' + +"Joannes stayed for a while to see whether the storm seemed +to abate in its fury, but a brief space of time sufficed to +assure him that, instead of diminishing, the violence of the +rain and thunder momentarily increased; resigning himself, +therefore, to what seemed inevitable, he bade his host +good-night, and mounted the stairs. He passed over my head +and I heard the flooring creak beneath his footsteps. The +quick, eager glance of La Carconte followed him as he +ascended, while Caderousse, on the contrary, turned his +back, and seemed most anxiously to avoid even glancing at +him. + +"All these circumstances did not strike me as painfully at +the time as they have since done; in fact, all that had +happened (with the exception of the story of the diamond, +which certainly did wear an air of improbability), appeared +natural enough, and called for neither apprehension nor +mistrust; but, worn out as I was with fatigue, and fully +purposing to proceed onwards directly the tempest abated, I +determined to obtain a few hours' sleep. Overhead I could +accurately distinguish every movement of the jeweller, who, +after making the best arrangements in his power for passing +a comfortable night, threw himself on his bed, and I could +hear it creak and groan beneath his weight. Insensibly my +eyelids grew heavy, deep sleep stole over me, and having no +suspicion of anything wrong, I sought not to shake it off. I +looked into the kitchen once more and saw Caderousse sitting +by the side of a long table upon one of the low wooden +stools which in country places are frequently used instead +of chairs; his back was turned towards me, so that I could +not see the expression of his countenance -- neither should +I have been able to do so had he been placed differently, as +his head was buried between his two hands. La Carconte +continued to gaze on him for some time, then shrugging her +shoulders, she took her seat immediately opposite to him. At +this moment the expiring embers threw up a fresh flame from +the kindling of a piece of wood that lay near, and a bright +light flashed over the room. La Carconte still kept her eyes +fixed on her husband, but as he made no sign of changing his +position, she extended her hard, bony hand, and touched him +on the forehead. + +"Caderousse shuddered. The woman's lips seemed to move, as +though she were talking; but because she merely spoke in an +undertone, or my senses were dulled by sleep, I did not +catch a word she uttered. Confused sights and sounds seemed +to float before me, and gradually I fell into a deep, heavy +slumber. How long I had been in this unconscious state I +know not, when I was suddenly aroused by the report of a +pistol, followed by a fearful cry. Weak and tottering +footsteps resounded across the chamber above me, and the +next instant a dull, heavy weight seemed to fall powerless +on the staircase. I had not yet fully recovered +consciousness, when again I heard groans, mingled with +half-stifled cries, as if from persons engaged in a deadly +struggle. A cry more prolonged than the others and ending in +a series of groans effectually roused me from my drowsy +lethargy. Hastily raising myself on one arm, I looked +around, but all was dark; and it seemed to me as if the rain +must have penetrated through the flooring of the room above, +for some kind of moisture appeared to fall, drop by drop, +upon my forehead, and when I passed my hand across my brow, +I felt that it was wet and clammy. + +"To the fearful noises that had awakened me had succeeded +the most perfect silence -- unbroken, save by the footsteps +of a man walking about in the chamber above. The staircase +creaked, he descended into the room below, approached the +fire and lit a candle. The man was Caderousse -- he was pale +and his shirt was all blood. Having obtained the light, he +hurried up-stairs again, and once more I heard his rapid and +uneasy footsteps. A moment later he came down again, holding +in his hand the small shagreen case, which he opened, to +assure himself it contained the diamond, -- seemed to +hesitate as to which pocket he should put it in, then, as if +dissatisfied with the security of either pocket, he +deposited it in his red handkerchief, which he carefully +rolled round his head. After this he took from his cupboard +the bank-notes and gold he had put there, thrust the one +into the pocket of his trousers, and the other into that of +his waistcoat, hastily tied up a small bundle of linen, and +rushing towards the door, disappeared in the darkness of the +night. + +"Then all became clear and manifest to me, and I reproached +myself with what had happened, as though I myself had done +the guilty deed. I fancied that I still heard faint moans, +and imagining that the unfortunate jeweller might not be +quite dead, I determined to go to his relief, by way of +atoning in some slight degree, not for the crime I had +committed, but for that which I had not endeavored to +prevent. For this purpose I applied all the strength I +possessed to force an entrance from the cramped spot in +which I lay to the adjoining room. The poorly fastened +boards which alone divided me from it yielded to my efforts, +and I found myself in the house. Hastily snatching up the +lighted candle, I hurried to the staircase; about midway a +body was lying quite across the stairs. It was that of La +Carconte. The pistol I had heard had doubtless been fired at +her. The shot had frightfully lacerated her throat, leaving +two gaping wounds from which, as well as the mouth, the +blood was pouring in floods. She was stone dead. I strode +past her, and ascended to the sleeping chamber, which +presented an appearance of the wildest disorder. The +furniture had been knocked over in the deadly struggle that +had taken place there, and the sheets, to which the +unfortunate jeweller had doubtless clung, were dragged +across the room. The murdered man lay on the floor, his head +leaning against the wall, and about him was a pool of blood +which poured forth from three large wounds in his breast; +there was a fourth gash, in which a long table knife was +plunged up to the handle. + +"I stumbled over some object; I stooped to examine -- it was +the second pistol, which had not gone off, probably from the +powder being wet. I approached the jeweller, who was not +quite dead, and at the sound of my footsteps and the +creaking of the floor, he opened his eyes, fixed them on me +with an anxious and inquiring gaze, moved his lips as though +trying to speak, then, overcome by the effort, fell back and +expired. This appalling sight almost bereft me of my senses, +and finding that I could no longer be of service to any one +in the house, my only desire was to fly. I rushed towards +the staircase, clutching my hair, and uttering a groan of +horror. Upon reaching the room below, I found five or six +custom-house officers, and two or three gendarmes -- all +heavily armed. They threw themselves upon me. I made no +resistance; I was no longer master of my senses. When I +strove to speak, a few inarticulate sounds alone escaped my +lips. + +"As I noticed the significant manner in which the whole +party pointed to my blood-stained garments, I involuntarily +surveyed myself, and then I discovered that the thick warm +drops that had so bedewed me as I lay beneath the staircase +must have been the blood of La Carconte. I pointed to the +spot where I had concealed myself. `What does he mean?' +asked a gendarme. One of the officers went to the place I +directed. `He means,' replied the man upon his return, `that +he got in that way;' and he showed the hole I had made when +I broke through. + +"Then I saw that they took me for the assassin. I recovered +force and energy enough to free myself from the hands of +those who held me, while I managed to stammer forth -- `I +did not do it! Indeed, indeed I did not!' A couple of +gendarmes held the muzzles of their carbines against my +breast. -- `Stir but a step,' said they, `and you are a dead +man.' -- `Why should you threaten me with death,' cried I, +`when I have already declared my innocence?' -- `Tush, +tush,' cried the men; `keep your innocent stories to tell to +the judge at Nimes. Meanwhile, come along with us; and the +best advice we can give you is to do so unresistingly.' +Alas, resistance was far from my thoughts. I was utterly +overpowered by surprise and terror; and without a word I +suffered myself to be handcuffed and tied to a horse's tail, +and thus they took me to Nimes. + +"I had been tracked by a customs-officer, who had lost sight +of me near the tavern; feeling certain that I intended to +pass the night there, he had returned to summon his +comrades, who just arrived in time to hear the report of the +pistol, and to take me in the midst of such circumstantial +proofs of my guilt as rendered all hopes of proving my +innocence utterly futile. One only chance was left me, that +of beseeching the magistrate before whom I was taken to +cause every inquiry to be made for the Abbe Busoni, who had +stopped at the inn of the Pont du Gard on that morning. If +Caderousse had invented the story relative to the diamond, +and there existed no such person as the Abbe Busoni, then, +indeed, I was lost past redemption, or, at least, my life +hung upon the feeble chance of Caderousse himself being +apprehended and confessing the whole truth. Two months +passed away in hopeless expectation on my part, while I must +do the magistrate the justice to say that he used every +means to obtain information of the person I declared could +exculpate me if he would. Caderousse still evaded all +pursuit, and I had resigned myself to what seemed my +inevitable fate. My trial was to come on at the approaching +assizes; when, on the 8th of September -- that is to say, +precisely three months and five days after the events which +had perilled my life -- the Abbe Busoni, whom I never +ventured to believe I should see, presented himself at the +prison doors, saying he understood one of the prisoners +wished to speak to him; he added, that having learned at +Marseilles the particulars of my imprisonment, he hastened +to comply with my desire. You may easily imagine with what +eagerness I welcomed him, and how minutely I related the +whole of what I had seen and heard. I felt some degree of +nervousness as I entered upon the history of the diamond, +but, to my inexpressible astonishment, he confirmed it in +every particular, and to my equal surprise, he seemed to +place entire belief in all I said. And then it was that, won +by his mild charity, seeing that he was acquainted with all +the habits and customs of my own country, and considering +also that pardon for the only crime of which I was really +guilty might come with a double power from lips so +benevolent and kind, I besought him to receive my +confession, under the seal of which I recounted the Auteuil +affair in all its details, as well as every other +transaction of my life. That which I had done by the impulse +of my best feelings produced the same effect as though it +had been the result of calculation. My voluntary confession +of the assassination at Auteuil proved to him that I had not +committed that of which I stood accused. When he quitted me, +he bade me be of good courage, and to rely upon his doing +all in his power to convince my judges of my innocence. + +"I had speedy proofs that the excellent abbe was engaged in +my behalf, for the rigors of my imprisonment were alleviated +by many trifling though acceptable indulgences, and I was +told that my trial was to be postponed to the assizes +following those now being held. In the interim it pleased +providence to cause the apprehension of Caderousse, who was +discovered in some distant country, and brought back to +France, where he made a full confession, refusing to make +the fact of his wife's having suggested and arranged the +murder any excuse for his own guilt. The wretched man was +sentenced to the galleys for life, and I was immediately set +at liberty." + +"And then it was, I presume," said Monte Cristo "that you +came to me as the bearer of a letter from the Abbe Busoni?" + +"It was, your excellency; the benevolent abbe took an +evident interest in all that concerned me. + +"`Your mode of life as a smuggler,' said he to me one day, +`will be the ruin of you; if you get out, don't take it up +again.' -- `But how,' inquired I, `am I to maintain myself +and my poor sister?' + +"`A person, whose confessor I am,' replied he, `and who +entertains a high regard for me, applied to me a short time +since to procure him a confidential servant. Would you like +such a post? If so, I will give you a letter of introduction +to him.' -- `Oh, father,' I exclaimed, `you are very good.' + +"`But you must swear solemnly that I shall never have reason +to repent my recommendation.' I extended my hand, and was +about to pledge myself by any promise he would dictate, but +he stopped me. `It is unnecessary for you to bind yourself +by any vow,' said he; `I know and admire the Corsican nature +too well to fear you. Here, take this,' continued he, after +rapidly writing the few lines I brought to your excellency, +and upon receipt of which you deigned to receive me into +your service, and proudly I ask whether your excellency has +ever had cause to repent having done so?" + +"No," replied the count; "I take pleasure in saying that you +have served me faithfully, Bertuccio; but you might have +shown more confidence in me." + +"I, your excellency?" + +"Yes; you. How comes it, that having both a sister and an +adopted son, you have never spoken to me of either?" + +"Alas, I have still to recount the most distressing period +of my life. Anxious as you may suppose I was to behold and +comfort my dear sister, I lost no time in hastening to +Corsica, but when I arrived at Rogliano I found a house of +mourning, the consequences of a scene so horrible that the +neighbors remember and speak of it to this day. Acting by my +advice, my poor sister had refused to comply with the +unreasonable demands of Benedetto, who was continually +tormenting her for money, as long as he believed there was a +sou left in her possession. One morning that he had demanded +money, threatening her with the severest consequences if she +did not supply him with what he desired, he disappeared and +remained away all day, leaving the kind-hearted Assunta, who +loved him as if he were her own child, to weep over his +conduct and bewail his absence. Evening came, and still, +with all the patient solicitude of a mother, she watched for +his return. + +"As the eleventh hour struck, he entered with a swaggering +air, attended by two of the most dissolute and reckless of +his boon companions. She stretched out her arms to him, but +they seized hold of her, and one of the three -- none other +than the accursed Benedetto exclaimed, -- `Put her to +torture and she'll soon tell us where her money is.' + +"It unfortunately happened that our neighbor, Vasilio, was +at Bastia, leaving no person in his house but his wife; no +human creature beside could hear or see anything that took +place within our dwelling. Two held poor Assunta, who, +unable to conceive that any harm was intended to her, smiled +in the face of those who were soon to become her +executioners. The third proceeded to barricade the doors and +windows, then returned, and the three united in stifling the +cries of terror incited by the sight of these preparations, +and then dragged Assunta feet foremost towards the brazier, +expecting to wring from her an avowal of where her supposed +treasure was secreted. In the struggle her clothes caught +fire, and they were obliged to let go their hold in order to +preserve themselves from sharing the same fate. Covered with +flames, Assunta rushed wildly to the door, but it was +fastened; she flew to the windows, but they were also +secured; then the neighbors heard frightful shrieks; it was +Assunta calling for help. The cries died away in groans, and +next morning, as soon as Vasilio's wife could muster up +courage to venture abroad, she caused the door of our +dwelling to be opened by the public authorities, when +Assunta, although dreadfully burnt, was found still +breathing; every drawer and closet in the house had been +forced open, and the money stolen. Benedetto never again +appeared at Rogliano, neither have I since that day either +seen or heard anything concerning him. + +"It was subsequently to these dreadful events that I waited +on your excellency, to whom it would have been folly to have +mentioned Benedetto, since all trace of him seemed entirely +lost; or of my sister, since she was dead." + +"And in what light did you view the occurrence?" inquired +Monte Cristo. + +"As a punishment for the crime I had committed," answered +Bertuccio. "Oh, those Villeforts are an accursed race!" + +"Truly they are," murmured the count in a lugubrious tone. + +"And now," resumed Bertuccio, "your excellency may, perhaps, +be able to comprehend that this place, which I revisit for +the first time -- this garden, the actual scene of my crime +-- must have given rise to reflections of no very agreeable +nature, and produced that gloom and depression of spirits +which excited the notice of your excellency, who was pleased +to express a desire to know the cause. At this instant a +shudder passes over me as I reflect that possibly I am now +standing on the very grave in which lies M. de Villefort, by +whose hand the ground was dug to receive the corpse of his +child." + +"Everything is possible," said Monte Cristo, rising from the +bench on which he had been sitting; "even," he added in an +inaudible voice, "even that the procureur be not dead. The +Abbe Busoni did right to send you to me," he went on in his +ordinary tone, "and you have done well in relating to me the +whole of your history, as it will prevent my forming any +erroneous opinions concerning you in future. As for that +Benedetto, who so grossly belied his name, have you never +made any effort to trace out whither he has gone, or what +has become of him?" + +"No; far from wishing to learn whither he has betaken +himself, I should shun the possibility of meeting him as I +would a wild beast. Thank God, I have never heard his name +mentioned by any person, and I hope and believe he is dead." + +"Do not think so, Bertuccio," replied the count; "for the +wicked are not so easily disposed of, for God seems to have +them under his special watch-care to make of them +instruments of his vengeance." + +"So be it," responded Bertuccio, "all I ask of heaven is +that I may never see him again. And now, your excellency," +he added, bowing his head, "you know everything -- you are +my judge on earth, as the Almighty is in heaven; have you +for me no words of consolation?" + +"My good friend, I can only repeat the words addressed to +you by the Abbe Busoni. Villefort merited punishment for +what he had done to you, and, perhaps, to others. Benedetto, +if still living, will become the instrument of divine +retribution in some way or other, and then be duly punished +in his turn. As far as you yourself are concerned, I see but +one point in which you are really guilty. Ask yourself, +wherefore, after rescuing the infant from its living grave, +you did not restore it to its mother? There was the crime, +Bertuccio -- that was where you became really culpable." + +"True, excellency, that was the crime, the real crime, for +in that I acted like a coward. My first duty, directly I had +succeeded in recalling the babe to life, was to restore it +to its mother; but, in order to do so, I must have made +close and careful inquiry, which would, in all probability, +have led to my own apprehension; and I clung to life, partly +on my sister's account, and partly from that feeling of +pride inborn in our hearts of desiring to come off untouched +and victorious in the execution of our vengeance. Perhaps, +too, the natural and instinctive love of life made me wish +to avoid endangering my own. And then, again, I am not as +brave and courageous as was my poor brother." Bertuccio hid +his face in his hands as he uttered these words, while Monte +Cristo fixed on him a look of inscrutable meaning. After a +brief silence, rendered still more solemn by the time and +place, the count said, in a tone of melancholy wholly unlike +his usual manner, "In order to bring this conversation to a +fitting termination (the last we shall ever hold upon this +subject), I will repeat to you some words I have heard from +the lips of the Abbe Busoni. For all evils there are two +remedies -- time and silence. And now leave me, Monsieur +Bertuccio, to walk alone here in the garden. The very +circumstances which inflict on you, as a principal in the +tragic scene enacted here, such painful emotions, are to me, +on the contrary, a source of something like contentment, and +serve but to enhance the value of this dwelling in my +estimation. The chief beauty of trees consists in the deep +shadow of their umbrageous boughs, while fancy pictures a +moving multitude of shapes and forms flitting and passing +beneath that shade. Here I have a garden laid out in such a +way as to afford the fullest scope for the imagination, and +furnished with thickly grown trees, beneath whose leafy +screen a visionary like myself may conjure up phantoms at +will. This to me, who expected but to find a blank enclosure +surrounded by a straight wall, is, I assure you, a most +agreeable surprise. I have no fear of ghosts, and I have +never heard it said that so much harm had been done by the +dead during six thousand years as is wrought by the living +in a single day. Retire within, Bertuccio, and tranquillize +your mind. Should your confessor be less indulgent to you in +your dying moments than you found the Abbe Busoni, send for +me, if I am still on earth, and I will soothe your ears with +words that shall effectually calm and soothe your parting +soul ere it goes forth to traverse the ocean called +eternity." + +Bertuccio bowed respectfully, and turned away, sighing +heavily. Monte Cristo, left alone, took three or four steps +onwards, and murmured, "Here, beneath this plane-tree, must +have been where the infant's grave was dug. There is the +little door opening into the garden. At this corner is the +private staircase communicating with the sleeping apartment. +There will be no necessity for me to make a note of these +particulars, for there, before my eyes, beneath my feet, all +around me, I have the plan sketched with all the living +reality of truth." After making the tour of the garden a +second time, the count re-entered his carriage, while +Bertuccio, who perceived the thoughtful expression of his +master's features, took his seat beside the driver without +uttering a word. The carriage proceeded rapidly towards +Paris. + +That same evening, upon reaching his abode in the Champs +Elysees, the Count of Monte Cristo went over the whole +building with the air of one long acquainted with each nook +or corner. Nor, although preceding the party, did he once +mistake one door for another, or commit the smallest error +when choosing any particular corridor or staircase to +conduct him to a place or suite of rooms he desired to +visit. Ali was his principal attendant during this nocturnal +survey. Having given various orders to Bertuccio relative to +the improvements and alterations he desired to make in the +house, the Count, drawing out his watch, said to the +attentive Nubian, "It is half-past eleven o'clock; Haidee +will soon he here. Have the French attendants been summoned +to await her coming?" Ali extended his hands towards the +apartments destined for the fair Greek, which were so +effectually concealed by means of a tapestried entrance, +that it would have puzzled the most curious to have divined +their existence. Ali, having pointed to the apartments, held +up three fingers of his right hand, and then, placing it +beneath his head, shut his eyes, and feigned to sleep. "I +understand," said Monte Cristo, well acquainted with Ali's +pantomime; "you mean to tell me that three female attendants +await their new mistress in her sleeping-chamber." Ali, with +considerable animation, made a sign in the affirmative. + +"Madame will be tired to-night," continued Monte Cristo, +"and will, no doubt, wish to rest. Desire the French +attendants not to weary her with questions, but merely to +pay their respectful duty and retire. You will also see that +the Greek servants hold no communication with those of this +country." He bowed. Just at that moment voices were heard +hailing the concierge. The gate opened, a carriage rolled +down the avenue, and stopped at the steps. The count hastily +descended, presented himself at the already opened carriage +door, and held out his hand to a young woman, completely +enveloped in a green silk mantle heavily embroidered with +gold. She raised the hand extended towards her to her lips, +and kissed it with a mixture of love and respect. Some few +words passed between them in that sonorous language in which +Homer makes his gods converse. The young woman spoke with an +expression of deep tenderness, while the count replied with +an air of gentle gravity. Preceded by Ali, who carried a +rose-colored flambeau in his hand, the new-comer, who was no +other than the lovely Greek who had been Monte Cristo's +companion in Italy, was conducted to her apartments, while +the count retired to the pavilion reserved for himself. In +another hour every light in the house was extinguished, and +it might have been thought that all its inmates slept. + + + +Chapter 46 +Unlimited Credit. + +About two o'clock the following day a calash, drawn by a +pair of magnificent English horses, stopped at the door of +Monte Cristo and a person, dressed in a blue coat, with +buttons of a similar color, a white waistcoat, over which +was displayed a massive gold chain, brown trousers, and a +quantity of black hair descending so low over his eyebrows +as to leave it doubtful whether it were not artificial so +little did its jetty glossiness assimilate with the deep +wrinkles stamped on his features -- a person, in a word, +who, although evidently past fifty, desired to be taken for +not more than forty, bent forwards from the carriage door, +on the panels of which were emblazoned the armorial bearings +of a baron, and directed his groom to inquire at the +porter's lodge whether the Count of Monte Cristo resided +there, and if he were within. While waiting, the occupant of +the carriage surveyed the house, the garden as far as he +could distinguish it, and the livery of servants who passed +to and fro, with an attention so close as to be somewhat +impertinent. His glance was keen but showed cunning rather +than intelligence; his lips were straight, and so thin that, +as they closed, they were drawn in over the teeth; his +cheek-bones were broad and projecting, a never-failing proof +of audacity and craftiness; while the flatness of his +forehead, and the enlargement of the back of his skull, +which rose much higher than his large and coarsely shaped +ears, combined to form a physiognomy anything but +prepossessing, save in the eyes of such as considered that +the owner of so splendid an equipage must needs be all that +was admirable and enviable, more especially when they gazed +on the enormous diamond that glittered in his shirt, and the +red ribbon that depended from his button-hole. + +The groom, in obedience to his orders, tapped at the window +of the porter's lodge, saying, "Pray, does not the Count of +Monte Cristo live here?" + +"His excellency does reside here," replied the concierge; +"but" -- added he, glancing an inquiring look at Ali. Ali +returned a sign in the negative. "But what?" asked the +groom. + +"His excellency does not receive visitors to-day." + +"Then here is my master's card, -- the Baron Danglars. You +will take it to the count, and say that, although in haste +to attend the Chamber, my master came out of his way to have +the honor of calling upon him." + +"I never speak to his excellency," replied the concierge; +"the valet de chambre will carry your message." The groom +returned to the carriage. "Well?" asked Danglars. The man, +somewhat crest-fallen by the rebuke he had received, +repeated what the concierge had said. "Bless me," murmured +Baron Danglars, "this must surely be a prince instead of a +count by their styling him `excellency,' and only venturing +to address him by the medium of his valet de chambre. +However, it does not signify; he has a letter of credit on +me, so I must see him when he requires his money." + +Then, throwing himself back in his carriage, Danglars called +out to his coachman, in a voice that might be heard across +the road, "To the Chamber of Deputies." + +Apprised in time of the visit paid him, Monte Cristo had, +from behind the blinds of his pavilion, as minutely observed +the baron, by means of an excellent lorgnette, as Danglars +himself had scrutinized the house, garden, and servants. +"That fellow has a decidedly bad countenance," said the +count in a tone of disgust, as he shut up his glass into its +ivory case. "How comes it that all do not retreat in +aversion at sight of that flat, receding, serpent-like +forehead, round, vulture-shaped head, and sharp-hooked nose, +like the beak of a buzzard? Ali," cried he, striking at the +same time on the brazen gong. Ali appeared. "Summon +Bertuccio," said the count. Almost immediately Bertuccio +entered the apartment. "Did your excellency desire to see +me?" inquired he. "I did," replied the count. "You no doubt +observed the horses standing a few minutes since at the +door?" + +"Certainly, your excellency. I noticed them for their +remarkable beauty." + +"Then how comes it," said Monte Cristo with a frown, "that, +when I desired you to purchase for me the finest pair of +horses to be found in Paris, there is another pair, fully as +fine as mine, not in my stables?" At the look of +displeasure, added to the angry tone in which the count +spoke, Ali turned pale and held down his head. "It is not +your fault, my good Ali," said the count in the Arabic +language, and with a gentleness none would have thought him +capable of showing, either in voice or face -- "it is not +your fault. You do not understand the points of English +horses." The countenance of poor Ali recovered its serenity. +"Permit me to assure your excellency," said Bertuccio, "that +the horses you speak of were not to be sold when I purchased +yours." Monte Cristo shrugged his shoulders. "It seems, sir +steward," said he, "that you have yet to learn that all +things are to be sold to such as care to pay the price." + +"His excellency is not, perhaps, aware that M. Danglars gave +16,000 francs for his horses?" + +"Very well. Then offer him double that sum; a banker never +loses an opportunity of doubling his capital." + +"Is your excellency really in earnest?" inquired the +steward. Monte Cristo regarded the person who durst presume +to doubt his words with the look of one equally surprised +and displeased. "I have to pay a visit this evening," +replied he. "I desire that these horses, with completely new +harness, may be at the door with my carriage." Bertuccio +bowed, and was about to retire; but when he reached the +door, he paused, and then said, "At what o'clock does your +excellency wish the carriage and horses to be ready?" + +"At five o'clock," replied the count. + +"I beg your excellency's pardon," interposed the steward in +a deprecating manner, "for venturing to observe that it is +already two o'clock." + +"I am perfectly aware of that fact," answered Monte Cristo +calmly. Then, turning towards Ali, he said, "Let all the +horses in my stables be led before the windows of your young +lady, that she may select those she prefers for her +carriage. Request her also to oblige me by saying whether it +is her pleasure to dine with me; if so, let dinner be served +in her apartments. Now, leave me, and desire my valet de +chambre to come hither." Scarcely had Ali disappeared when +the valet entered the chamber. "Monsieur Baptistin," said +the count, "you have been in my service one year, the time I +generally give myself to judge of the merits or demerits of +those about me. You suit me very well." Baptistin bowed low. +"It only remains for me to know whether I also suit you?" + +"Oh, your excellency!" exclaimed Baptistin eagerly. + +"Listen, if you please, till I have finished speaking," +replied Monte Cristo. "You receive 1,500 francs per annum +for your services here -- more than many a brave subaltern, +who continually risks his life for his country, obtains. You +live in a manner far superior to many clerks who work ten +times harder than you do for their money. Then, though +yourself a servant, you have other servants to wait upon +you, take care of your clothes, and see that your linen is +duly prepared for you. Again, you make a profit upon each +article you purchase for my toilet, amounting in the course +of a year to a sum equalling your wages." + +"Nay, indeed, your excellency." + +"I am not condemning you for this, Monsieur Baptistin; but +let your profits end here. It would be long indeed ere you +would find so lucrative a post as that you have how the good +fortune to fill. I neither ill-use nor ill-treat my servants +by word or action. An error I readily forgive, but wilful +negligence or forgetfulness, never. My commands are +ordinarily short, clear, and precise; and I would rather be +obliged to repeat my words twice, or even three times, than +they should be misunderstood. I am rich enough to know +whatever I desire to know, and I can promise you I am not +wanting in curiosity. If, then, I should learn that you had +taken upon yourself to speak of me to any one favorably or +unfavorably, to comment on my actions, or watch my conduct, +that very instant you would quit my service. You may now +retire. I never caution my servants a second time -- +remember that." Baptistin bowed, and was proceeding towards +the door. "I forgot to mention to you," said the count, +"that I lay yearly aside a certain sum for each servant in +my establishment; those whom I am compelled to dismiss lose +(as a matter of course) all participation in this money, +while their portion goes to the fund accumulating for those +domestics who remain with me, and among whom it will be +divided at my death. You have been in my service a year, +your fund has already begun to accumulate -- let it continue +to do so." + +This address, delivered in the presence of Ali, who, not +understanding one word of the language in which it was +spoken, stood wholly unmoved, produced an effect on M. +Baptistin only to be conceived by such as have occasion to +study the character and disposition of French domestics. "I +assure your excellency," said he, "that at least it shall be +my study to merit your approbation in all things, and I will +take M. Ali as my model." + +"By no means," replied the count in the most frigid tones; +"Ali has many faults mixed with most excellent qualities. He +cannot possibly serve you as a pattern for your conduct, not +being, as you are, a paid servant, but a mere slave -- a +dog, who, should he fail in his duty towards me, I should +not discharge from my service, but kill." Baptistin opened +his eyes with astonishment. + +"You seen incredulous," said Monte Cristo who repeated to +Ali in the Arabic language what he had just been saying to +Baptistin in French. The Nubian smiled assentingly to his +master's words, then, kneeling on one knee, respectfully +kissed the hand of the count. This corroboration of the +lesson he had just received put the finishing stroke to the +wonder and stupefaction of M. Baptistin. The count then +motioned the valet de chambre to retire, and to Ali to +follow to his study, where they conversed long and earnestly +together. As the hand of the clock pointed to five the count +struck thrice upon his gong. When Ali was wanted one stroke +was given, two summoned Baptistin, and three Bertuccio. The +steward entered. "My horses," said Monte Cristo. + +"They are at the door harnessed to the carriage as your +excellency desired. Does your excellency wish me to +accompany him?" + +"No, the coachman, Ali, and Baptistin will go." The count +descended to the door of his mansion, and beheld his +carriage drawn by the very pair of horses he had so much +admired in the morning as the property of Danglars. As he +passed them he said -- "They are extremely handsome +certainly, and you have done well to purchase them, although +you were somewhat remiss not to have procured them sooner." + +"Indeed, your excellency, I had very considerable difficulty +in obtaining them, and, as it is, they have cost an enormous +price." + +"Does the sum you gave for them make the animals less +beautiful," inquired the count, shrugging his shoulders. + +"Nay, if your excellency is satisfied, it is all that I +could wish. Whither does your excellency desire to be +driven?" + +"To the residence of Baron Danglars, Rue de la Chaussee +d'Antin." This conversation had passed as they stood upon +the terrace, from which a flight of stone steps led to the +carriage-drive. As Bertuccio, with a respectful bow, was +moving away, the count called him back. "I have another +commission for you, M. Bertuccio," said he; "I am desirous +of having an estate by the seaside in Normandy -- for +instance, between Havre and Boulogne. You see I give you a +wide range. It will be absolutely necessary that the place +you may select have a small harbor, creek, or bay, into +which my corvette can enter and remain at anchor. She draws +only fifteen feet. She must be kept in constant readiness to +sail immediately I think proper to give the signal. Make the +requisite inquiries for a place of this description, and +when you have met with an eligible spot, visit it, and if it +possess the advantages desired, purchase it at once in your +own name. The corvette must now, I think, be on her way to +Fecamp, must she not?" + +"Certainly, your excellency; I saw her put to sea the same +evening we quitted Marseilles." + +"And the yacht." + +"Was ordered to remain at Martigues." + +"'Tis well. I wish you to write from time to time to the +captains in charge of the two vessels so as to keep them on +the alert." + +"And the steamboat?" + +"She is at Chalons?" + +"Yes." + +"The same orders for her as for the two sailing vessels." + +"Very good." + +"When you have purchased the estate I desire, I want +constant relays of horses at ten leagues apart along the +northern and southern road." + +"Your excellency may depend upon me." The Count made a +gesture of satisfaction, descended the terrace steps, and +sprang into his carriage, which was whirled along swiftly to +the banker's house. Danglars was engaged at that moment, +presiding over a railroad committee. But the meeting was +nearly concluded when the name of his visitor was announced. +As the count's title sounded on his ear he rose, and +addressing his colleagues, who were members of one or the +other Chamber, he said, -- "Gentlemen, pardon me for leaving +you so abruptly; but a most ridiculous circumstance has +occurred, which is this, -- Thomson & French, the Roman +bankers, have sent to me a certain person calling himself +the Count of Monte Cristo, and have given him an unlimited +credit with me. I confess this is the drollest thing I have +ever met with in the course of my extensive foreign +transactions, and you may readily suppose it has greatly +roused my curiosity. I took the trouble this morning to call +on the pretended count -- if he were a real count he +wouldn't be so rich. But, would you believe it, `He was not +receiving.' So the master of Monte Cristo gives himself airs +befitting a great millionaire or a capricious beauty. I made +inquiries, and found that the house in the Champs Elysees is +his own property, and certainly it was very decently kept +up. But," pursued Danglars with one of his sinister smiles, +"an order for unlimited credit calls for something like +caution on the part of the banker to whom that order is +given. I am very anxious to see this man. I suspect a hoax +is intended, but the instigators of it little knew whom they +had to deal with. `They laugh best who laugh last!'" + +Having delivered himself of this pompous address, uttered +with a degree of energy that left the baron almost out of +breath, he bowed to the assembled party and withdrew to his +drawing-room, whose sumptuous furnishings of white and gold +had caused a great sensation in the Chaussee d'Antin. It was +to this apartment he had desired his guest to be shown, with +the purpose of overwhelming him at the sight of so much +luxury. He found the count standing before some copies of +Albano and Fattore that had been passed off to the banker as +originals; but which, mere copies as they were, seemed to +feel their degradation in being brought into juxtaposition +with the gaudy colors that covered the ceiling. The count +turned round as he heard the entrance of Danglars into the +room. With a slight inclination of the head, Danglars signed +to the count to be seated, pointing significantly to a +gilded arm-chair, covered with white satin embroidered with +gold. The count sat down. "I have the honor, I presume, of +addressing M. de Monte Cristo." + +The count bowed. "And I of speaking to Baron Danglars, +chevalier of the Legion of Honor, and member of the Chamber +of Deputies?" + +Monte Cristo repeated all the titles he had read on the +baron's card. + +Danglars felt the irony and compressed his lips. "You will, +I trust, excuse me, monsieur, for not calling you by your +title when I first addressed you," he said, "but you are +aware that we are living under a popular form of government, +and that I am myself a representative of the liberties of +the people." + +"So much so," replied Monte Cristo, "that while you call +yourself baron you are not willing to call anybody else +count." + +"Upon my word, monsieur," said Danglars with affected +carelessness, "I attach no sort of value to such empty +distinctions; but the fact is, I was made baron, and also +chevalier of the Legion of Honor, in return for services +rendered, but" -- + +"But you have discarded your titles after the example set +you by Messrs. de Montmorency and Lafayette? That was a +noble example to follow, monsieur." + +"Why," replied Danglars, "not entirely so; with the +servants, -- you understand." + +"I see; to your domestics you are `my lord,' the journalists +style you `monsieur,' while your constituents call you +`citizen.' These are distinctions very suitable under a +constitutional government. I understand perfectly." Again +Danglars bit his lips; he saw that he was no match for Monte +Cristo in an argument of this sort, and he therefore +hastened to turn to subjects more congenial. + +"Permit me to inform you, Count," said he, bowing, "that I +have received a letter of advice from Thomson & French, of +Rome." + +"I am glad to hear it, baron, -- for I must claim the +privilege of addressing you after the manner of your +servants. I have acquired the bad habit of calling persons +by their titles from living in a country where barons are +still barons by right of birth. But as regards the letter of +advice, I am charmed to find that it has reached you; that +will spare me the troublesome and disagreeable task of +coming to you for money myself. You have received a regular +letter of advice?" + +"Yes," said Danglars, "but I confess I didn't quite +comprehend its meaning." + +"Indeed?" + +"And for that reason I did myself the honor of calling upon +you, in order to beg for an explanation." + +"Go on, monsieur. Here I am, ready to give you any +explanation you desire." + +"Why," said Danglers, "in the letter -- I believe I have it +about me" -- here he felt in his breast-pocket -- "yes, here +it is. Well, this letter gives the Count of Monte Cristo +unlimited credit on our house." + +"Well, baron, what is there difficult to understand about +that?" + +"Merely the term unlimited -- nothing else, certainly." + +"Is not that word known in France? The people who wrote are +Anglo-Germans, you know." + +"Oh, as for the composition of the letter, there is nothing +to be said; but as regards the competency of the document, I +certainly have doubts." + +"Is it possible?" asked the count, assuming all air and tone +of the utmost simplicity and candor. "Is it possible that +Thomson & French are not looked upon as safe and solvent +bankers? Pray tell me what you think, baron, for I feel +uneasy, I can assure you, having some considerable property +in their hands." + +"Thomson & French are perfectly solvent," replied Danglars, +with an almost mocking smile: "but the word unlimited, in +financial affairs, is so extremely vague." + +"Is, in fact, unlimited," said Monte Cristo. + +"Precisely what I was about to say," cried Danglars. "Now +what is vague is doubtful; and it was a wise man who said, +`when in doubt, keep out.'" + +"Meaning to say," rejoined Monte Cristo, "that however +Thomson & French may be inclined to commit acts of +imprudence and folly, the Baron Danglars is not disposed to +follow their example." + +"Not at all." + +"Plainly enough. Messrs. Thomson & French set no bounds to +their engagements while those of M. Danglars have their +limits; he is a wise man, according to his own showing." + +"Monsieur," replied the banker, drawing himself up with a +haughty air, "the extent of my resources has never yet been +questioned." + +"It seems, then, reserved for me," said Monte Cristo coldly, +"to be the first to do so." + +"By what right, sir?" + +"By right of the objections you have raised, and the +explanations you have demanded, which certainly must have +some motive." + +Once more Danglars bit his lips. It was the second time he +had been worsted, and this time on his own ground. His +forced politeness sat awkwardly upon him, and approached +almost to impertinence. Monte Cristo on the contrary, +preserved a graceful suavity of demeanor, aided by a certain +degree of simplicity he could assume at pleasure, and thus +possessed the advantage. + +"Well, sir," resumed Danglars, after a brief silence, "I +will endeavor to make myself understood, by requesting you +to inform me for what sum you propose to draw upon me?" + +"Why, truly," replied Monte Cristo, determined not to lose +an inch of the ground he had gained, "my reason for desiring +an `unlimited' credit was precisely because I did not know +how much money I might need." + +The banker thought the time had come for him to take the +upper hand. So throwing himself back in his arm-chair, he +said, with an arrogant and purse-proud air, -- "Let me beg +of you not to hesitate in naming your wishes; you will then +be convinced that the resources of the house of Danglars, +however limited, are still equal to meeting the largest +demands; and were you even to require a million" -- + +"I beg your pardon," interposed Monte Cristo. + +"I said a million," replied Danglars, with the confidence of +ignorance. + +"But could I do with a million?" retorted the count. "My +dear sir, if a trifle like that could suffice me, I should +never have given myself the trouble of opening an account. A +million? Excuse my smiling when you speak of a sum I am in +the habit of carrying in my pocket-book or dressing-case." +And with these words Monte Cristo took from his pocket a +small case containing his visiting-cards, and drew forth two +orders on the treasury for 500,000 francs each, payable at +sight to the bearer. A man like Danglars was wholly +inaccessible to any gentler method of correction. The effect +of the present revelation was stunning; he trembled and was +on the verge of apoplexy. The pupils of his eyes, as he +gazed at Monte Cristo dilated horribly. + +"Come, come," said Monte Cristo, "confess honestly that you +have not perfect confidence in Thomson & French. I +understand, and foreseeing that such might be the case, I +took, in spite of my ignorance of affairs, certain +precautions. See, here are two similar letters to that you +have yourself received; one from the house of Arstein & +Eskeles of Vienna, to Baron Rothschild, the other drawn by +Baring of London, upon M. Laffitte. Now, sir, you have but +to say the word, and I will spare you all uneasiness by +presenting my letter of credit to one or other of these two +firms." The blow had struck home, and Danglars was entirely +vanquished; with a trembling hand he took the two letters +from the count, who held them carelessly between finger and +thumb, and proceeded to scrutinize the signatures, with a +minuteness that the count might have regarded as insulting, +had it not suited his present purpose to mislead the banker. +"Oh, sir," said Danglars, after he had convinced himself of +the authenticity of the documents he held, and rising as if +to salute the power of gold personified in the man before +him, -- "three letters of unlimited credit! I can be no +longer mistrustful, but you must pardon me, my dear count, +for confessing to some degree of astonishment." + +"Nay," answered Monte Cristo, with the most gentlemanly air, +"'tis not for such trifling sums as these that your banking +house is to be incommoded. Then, you can let me have some +money, can you not?" + +"Whatever you say, my dear count; I am at your orders." + +"Why," replied Monte Cristo, "since we mutually understand +each other -- for such I presume is the case?" Danglars +bowed assentingly. "You are quite sure that not a lurking +doubt or suspicion lingers in your mind?" + +"Oh, my dear count," exclaimed Danglars, "I never for an +instant entertained such a feeling towards you." + +"No, you merely wished to be convinced, nothing more; but +now that we have come to so clear an understanding, and that +all distrust and suspicion are laid at rest, we may as well +fix a sum as the probable expenditure of the first year, +suppose we say six millions to" -- + +"Six millions!" gasped Danglars -- "so be it." + +"Then, if I should require more," continued Monte Cristo in +a careless manner, "why, of course, I should draw upon you; +but my present intention is not to remain in France more +than a year, and during that period I scarcely think I shall +exceed the sum I mentioned. However, we shall see. Be kind +enough, then, to send me 500,000 francs to-morrow. I shall +be at home till midday, or if not, I will leave a receipt +with my steward." + +"The money you desire shall be at your house by ten o'clock +to-morrow morning, my dear count," replied Danglars. "How +would you like to have it? in gold, silver, or notes?" + +"Half in gold, and the other half in bank-notes, if you +please," said the count, rising from his seat. + +"I must confess to you, count," said Danglars, "that I have +hitherto imagined myself acquainted with the degree of all +the great fortunes of Europe, and still wealth such as yours +has been wholly unknown to me. May I presume to ask whether +you have long possessed it?" + +"It has been in the family a very long while," returned +Monte Cristo, "a sort of treasure expressly forbidden to be +touched for a certain period of years, during which the +accumulated interest has doubled the capital. The period +appointed by the testator for the disposal of these riches +occurred only a short time ago, and they have only been +employed by me within the last few years. Your ignorance on +the subject, therefore, is easily accounted for. However, +you will be better informed as to me and my possessions ere +long." And the count, while pronouncing these latter words, +accompanied them with one of those ghastly smiles that used +to strike terror into poor Franz d'Epinay. + +"With your tastes, and means of gratifying them," continued +Danglars, "you will exhibit a splendor that must effectually +put us poor miserable millionaires quite in the shade. If I +mistake not you are an admirer of paintings, at least I +judged so from the attention you appeared to be bestowing on +mine when I entered the room. If you will permit me, I shall +be happy to show you my picture gallery, composed entirely +of works by the ancient masters -- warranted as such. Not a +modern picture among them. I cannot endure the modern school +of painting." + +"You are perfectly right in objecting to them, for this one +great fault -- that they have not yet had time to become +old." + +"Or will you allow me to show you several fine statues by +Thorwaldsen, Bartoloni, and Canova? -- all foreign artists, +for, as you may perceive, I think but very indifferently of +our French sculptors." + +"You have a right to be unjust to them, monsieur; they are +your compatriots." + +"But all this may come later, when we shall be better known +to each other. For the present, I will confine myself (if +perfectly agreeable to you) to introducing you to the +Baroness Danglars -- excuse my impatience, my dear count, +but a client like you is almost like a member of the +family." Monte Cristo bowed, in sign that he accepted the +proffered honor; Danglars rang and was answered by a servant +in a showy livery. "Is the baroness at home?" inquired +Danglars. + +"Yes, my lord," answered the man. + +"And alone?" + +"No, my lord, madame has visitors." + +"Have you any objection to meet any persons who may be with +madame, or do you desire to preserve a strict incognito?" + +"No, indeed," replied Monte Cristo with a smile, "I do not +arrogate to myself the right of so doing." + +"And who is with madame? -- M. Debray?" inquired Danglars, +with an air of indulgence and good-nature that made Monte +Cristo smile, acquainted as he was with the secrets of the +banker's domestic life. + +"Yes, my lord," replied the servant, "M. Debray is with +madame." Danglars nodded his head; then, turning to Monte +Cristo, said, "M. Lucien Debray is an old friend of ours, +and private secretary to the Minister of the Interior. As +for my wife, I must tell you, she lowered herself by +marrying me, for she belongs to one of the most ancient +families in France. Her maiden name was De Servieres, and +her first husband was Colonel the Marquis of Nargonne." + +"I have not the honor of knowing Madame Danglars; but I have +already met M. Lucien Debray." + +"Ah, indeed?" said Danglars; "and where was that?" + +"At the house of M. de Morcerf." + +"Ah, ha, you are acquainted with the young viscount, are +you?" + +"We were together a good deal during the Carnival at Rome." + +"True, true," cried Danglars. "Let me see; have I not heard +talk of some strange adventure with bandits or thieves hid +in ruins, and of his having had a miraculous escape? I +forget how, but I know he used to amuse my wife and daughter +by telling them about it after his return from Italy." + +"Her ladyship is waiting to receive you, gentlemen," said +the servant, who had gone to inquire the pleasure of his +mistress. "With your permission," said Danglars, bowing, "I +will precede you, to show you the way." + +"By all means," replied Monte Cristo; "I follow you." + + + +Chapter 47 +The Dappled Grays. + +The baron, followed by the count, traversed a long series of +apartments, in which the prevailing characteristics were +heavy magnificence and the gaudiness of ostentatious wealth, +until he reached the boudoir of Madame Danglars -- a small +octagonal-shaped room, hung with pink satin, covered with +white Indian muslin. The chairs were of ancient workmanship +and materials; over the doors were painted sketches of +shepherds and shepherdesses, after the style and manner of +Boucher; and at each side pretty medallions in crayons, +harmonizing well with the furnishings of this charming +apartment, the only one throughout the great mansion in +which any distinctive taste prevailed. The truth was, it had +been entirely overlooked in the plan arranged and followed +out by M. Danglars and his architect, who had been selected +to aid the baron in the great work of improvement solely +because he was the most fashionable and celebrated decorator +of the day. The decorations of the boudoir had then been +left entirely to Madame Danglars and Lucien Debray. M. +Danglars, however, while possessing a great admiration for +the antique, as it was understood during the time of the +Directory, entertained the most sovereign contempt for the +simple elegance of his wife's favorite sitting-room, where, +by the way, he was never permitted to intrude, unless, +indeed, he excused his own appearance by ushering in some +more agreeable visitor than himself; and even then he had +rather the air and manner of a person who was himself +introduced, than that of being the presenter of another, his +reception being cordial or frigid, in proportion as the +person who accompanied him chanced to please or displease +the baroness. + +Madame Danglars (who, although past the first bloom of +youth, was still strikingly handsome) was now seated at the +piano, a most elaborate piece of cabinet and inlaid work, +while Lucien Debray, standing before a small work-table, was +turning over the pages of an album. Lucien had found time, +preparatory to the count's arrival, to relate many +particulars respecting him to Madame Danglars. It will be +remembered that Monte Cristo had made a lively impression on +the minds of all the party assembled at the breakfast given +by Albert de Morcerf; and although Debray was not in the +habit of yielding to such feelings, he had never been able +to shake off the powerful influence excited in his mind by +the impressive look and manner of the count, consequently +the description given by Lucien to the baroness bore the +highly-colored tinge of his own heated imagination. Already +excited by the wonderful stories related of the count by De +Morcerf, it is no wonder that Madame Danglars eagerly +listened to, and fully credited, all the additional +circumstances detailed by Debray. This posing at the piano +and over the album was only a little ruse adopted by way of +precaution. A most gracious welcome and unusual smile were +bestowed on M. Danglars; the count, in return for his +gentlemanly bow, received a formal though graceful courtesy, +while Lucien exchanged with the count a sort of distant +recognition, and with Danglars a free and easy nod. + +"Baroness," said Danglars, "give me leave to present to you +the Count of Monte Cristo, who has been most warmly +recommended to me by my correspondents at Rome. I need but +mention one fact to make all the ladies in Paris court his +notice, and that is, that he has come to take up his abode +in Paris for a year, during which brief period he proposes +to spend six millions of money. That means balls, dinners, +and lawn parties without end, in all of which I trust the +count will remember us, as he may depend upon it we shall +him, in our own humble entertainments." In spite of the +gross flattery and coarseness of this address, Madame +Danglars could not forbear gazing with considerable interest +on a man capable of expending six millions in twelve months, +and who had selected Paris for the scene of his princely +extravagance. "And when did you arrive here?" inquired she. + +"Yesterday morning, madame." + +"Coming, as usual, I presume, from the extreme end of the +globe? Pardon me -- at least, such I have heard is your +custom." + +"Nay, madame. This time I have merely come from Cadiz." + +"You have selected a most unfavorable moment for your first +visit. Paris is a horrible place in summer. Balls, parties, +and fetes are over; the Italian opera is in London; the +French opera everywhere except in Paris. As for the Theatre +Francais, you know, of course, that it is nowhere. The only +amusements left us are the indifferent races at the Champ de +Mars and Satory. Do you propose entering any horses at +either of these races, count?" + +"I shall do whatever they do at Paris, madame, if I have the +good fortune to find some one who will initiate me into the +prevalent ideas of amusement." + +"Are you fond of horses, count?" + +"I have passed a considerable part of my life in the East, +madame, and you are doubtless aware that the Orientals value +only two things -- the fine breeding of their horses and the +beauty of their women." + +"Nay, count," said the baroness, "it would have been +somewhat more gallant to have placed the ladies first." + +"You see, madame, how rightly I spoke when I said I required +a preceptor to guide me in all my sayings and doings here." +At this instant the favorite attendant of Madame Danglars +entered the boudoir; approaching her mistress, she spoke +some words in an undertone. Madame Danglars turned very +pale, then exclaimed, -- "I cannot believe it; the thing is +impossible." + +"I assure you, madame," replied the woman, "it is as I have +said." Turning impatiently towards her husband, Madame +Danglars demanded, "Is this true?" + +"Is what true, madame?" inquired Danglars, visibly agitated. + +"What my maid tells me." + +"But what does she tell you?" + +"That when my coachman was about to harness the horses to my +carriage, he discovered that they had been removed from the +stables without his knowledge. I desire to know what is the +meaning of this?" + +"Be kind enough, madame, to listen to me," said Danglars. + +"Oh, yes; I will listen, monsieur, for I am most curious to +hear what explanation you will give. These two gentlemen +shall decide between us; but, first, I will state the case +to them. Gentlemen," continued the baroness, "among the ten +horses in the stables of Baron Danglars, are two that belong +exclusively to me -- a pair of the handsomest and most +spirited creatures to be found in Paris. But to you, at +least, M. Debray, I need not give a further description, +because to you my beautiful pair of dappled grays were well +known. Well, I had promised Madame de Villefort the loan of +my carriage to drive to-morrow to the Bois; but when my +coachman goes to fetch the grays from the stables they are +gone -- positively gone. No doubt M. Danglars has sacrificed +them to the selfish consideration of gaining some thousands +of paltry francs. Oh, what a detestable crew they are, these +mercenary speculators!" + +"Madame," replied Danglars, "the horses were not +sufficiently quiet for you; they were scarcely four years +old, and they made me extremely uneasy on your account." + +"Nonsense," retorted the baroness; "you could not have +entertained any alarm on the subject, because you are +perfectly well aware that I have had for a month in my +service the very best coachman in Paris. But, perhaps, you +have disposed of the coachman as well as the horses?" + +"My dear love, pray do not say any more about them, and I +promise you another pair exactly like them in appearance, +only more quiet and steady." The baroness shrugged her +shoulders with an air of ineffable contempt, while her +husband, affecting not to observe this unconjugal gesture, +turned towards Monte Cristo and said, -- "Upon my word, +count, I am quite sorry not to have met you sooner. You are +setting up an establishment, of course?" + +"Why, yes," replied the count. + +"I should have liked to have made you the offer of these +horses. I have almost given them away, as it is; but, as I +before said, I was anxious to get rid of them upon any +terms. They were only fit for a young man." + +"I am much obliged by your kind intentions towards me," said +Monte Cristo; "but this morning I purchased a very excellent +pair of carriage-horses, and I do not think they were dear. +There they are. Come, M. Debray, you are a connoisseur, I +believe, let me have your opinion upon them." As Debray +walked towards the window, Danglars approached his wife. "I +could not tell you before others," said he in a low tone, +"the reason of my parting with the horses; but a most +enormous price was offered me this morning for them. Some +madman or fool, bent upon ruining himself as fast as he can, +actually sent his steward to me to purchase them at any +cost; and the fact is, I have gained 16,000 francs by the +sale of them. Come, don't look so angry, and you shall have +4,000 francs of the money to do what you like with, and +Eugenie shall have 2,000. There, what do you think now of +the affair? Wasn't I right to part with the horses?" Madame +Danglars surveyed her husband with a look of withering +contempt. + +"Great heavens?" suddenly exclaimed Debray. + +"What is it?" asked the baroness. + +"I cannot be mistaken; there are your horses! The very +animals we were speaking of, harnessed to the count's +carriage!" + +"My dappled grays?" demanded the baroness, springing to the +window. "'Tis indeed they!" said she. Danglars looked +absolutely stupefied. "How very singular," cried Monte +Cristo with well-feigned astonishment. + +"I cannot believe it," murmured the banker. Madame Danglars +whispered a few words in the ear of Debray, who approached +Monte Cristo, saying, "The baroness wishes to know what you +paid her husband for the horses." + +"I scarcely know," replied the count; "it was a little +surprise prepared for me by my steward, and cost me -- well, +somewhere about 30,000 francs." Debray conveyed the count's +reply to the baroness. Poor Danglars looked so crest-fallen +and discomfited that Monte Cristo assumed a pitying air +towards him. "See," said the count, "how very ungrateful +women are. Your kind attention, in providing for the safety +of the baroness by disposing of the horses, does not seem to +have made the least impression on her. But so it is; a woman +will often, from mere wilfulness, prefer that which is +dangerous to that which is safe. Therefore, in my opinion, +my dear baron, the best and easiest way is to leave them to +their fancies, and allow them to act as they please, and +then, if any mischief follows, why, at least, they have no +one to blame but themselves." Danglars made no reply; he was +occupied in anticipations of the coming scene between +himself and the baroness, whose frowning brow, like that of +Olympic Jove, predicted a storm. Debray, who perceived the +gathering clouds, and felt no desire to witness the +explosion of Madame Danglars' rage, suddenly recollected an +appointment, which compelled him to take his leave; while +Monte Cristo, unwilling by prolonging his stay to destroy +the advantages he hoped to obtain, made a farewell bow and +departed, leaving Danglars to endure the angry reproaches of +his wife. + +"Excellent," murmured Monte Cristo to himself, as he came +away. "All his gone according to my wishes. The domestic +peace of this family is henceforth in my hands. Now, then, +to play another master-stroke, by which I shall gain the +heart of both husband and wife -- delightful! Still," added +he, "amid all this, I have not yet been presented to +Mademoiselle Eugenie Danglars, whose acquaintance I should +have been glad to make. But," he went on with his peculiar +smile, "I am here in Paris, and have plenty of time before +me -- by and by will do for that." With these reflections he +entered his carriage and returned home. Two hours +afterwards, Madame Danglars received a most flattering +epistle from the count, in which he entreated her to receive +back her favorite "dappled grays," protesting that he could +not endure the idea of making his entry into the Parisian +world of fashion with the knowledge that his splendid +equipage had been obtained at the price of a lovely woman's +regrets. The horses were sent back wearing the same harness +she had seen on them in the morning; only, by the count's +orders, in the centre of each rosette that adorned either +side of their heads, had been fastened a large diamond. + +To Danglars Monte Cristo also wrote, requesting him to +excuse the whimsical gift of a capricious millionaire, and +to beg the baroness to pardon the Eastern fashion adopted in +the return of the horses. + +During the evening, Monte Cristo quitted Paris for Auteuil, +accompanied by Ali. The following day, about three o'clock, +a single blow struck on the gong summoned Ali to the +presence of the count. "Ali," observed his master, as the +Nubian entered the chamber, "you have frequently explained +to me how more than commonly skilful you are in throwing the +lasso, have you not?" Ali drew himself up proudly, and then +returned a sign in the affirmative. "I thought I did not +mistake. With your lasso you could stop an ox?" Again Ali +repeated his affirmative gesture. "Or a tiger?" Ali bowed +his head in token of assent. "A lion even?" Ali sprung +forwards, imitating the action of one throwing the lasso, +then of a strangled lion. + +"I understand," said Monte Cristo; "you wish to tell me you +have hunted the lion?" Ali smiled with triumphant pride as +he signified that he had indeed both chased and captured +many lions. "But do you believe you could arrest the +progress of two horses rushing forwards with ungovernable +fury?" The Nubian smiled. "It is well," said Monte Cristo. +"Then listen to me. Ere long a carriage will dash past here, +drawn by the pair of dappled gray horses you saw me with +yesterday; now, at the risk of your own life, you must +manage to stop those horses before my door." + +Ali descended to the street, and marked a straight line on +the pavement immediately at the entrance of the house, and +then pointed out the line he had traced to the count, who +was watching him. The count patted him gently on the +shoulder, his usual mode of praising Ali, who, pleased and +gratified with the commission assigned him, walked calmly +towards a projecting stone forming the angle of the street +and house, and, seating himself thereon, began to smoke his +chibouque, while Monte Cristo re-entered his dwelling, +perfectly assured of the success of his plan. Still, as five +o'clock approached, and the carriage was momentarily +expected by the count, the indication of more than common +impatience and uneasiness might be observed in his manner. +He stationed himself in a room commanding a view of the +street, pacing the chamber with restless steps, stopping +merely to listen from time to time for the sound of +approaching wheels, then to cast an anxious glance on Ali; +but the regularity with which the Nubian puffed forth the +smoke of his chibouque proved that he at least was wholly +absorbed in the enjoyment of his favorite occupation. +Suddenly a distant sound of rapidly advancing wheels was +heard, and almost immediately a carriage appeared, drawn by +a pair of wild, ungovernable horses, while the terrified +coachman strove in vain to restrain their furious speed. + +In the vehicle was a young woman and a child of about seven +or eight clasped in each other's arms. Terror seemed to have +deprived them even of the power of uttering a cry. The +carriage creaked and rattled as it flew over the rough +stones, and the slightest obstacle under the wheels would +have caused disaster; but it kept on in the middle of the +road, and those who saw it pass uttered cries of terror. + +Ali suddenly cast aside his chibouque, drew the lasso from +his pocket, threw it so skilfully as to catch the forelegs +of the near horse in its triple fold, and suffered himself +to be dragged on for a few steps by the violence of the +shock, then the animal fell over on the pole, which snapped, +and therefore prevented the other horse from pursuing its +way. Gladly availing himself of this opportunity, the +coachman leaped from his box; but Ali had promptly seized +the nostrils of the second horse, and held them in his iron +grasp, till the beast, snorting with pain, sunk beside his +companion. All this was achieved in much less time than is +occupied in the recital. The brief space had, however, been +sufficient for a man, followed by a number of servants, to +rush from the house before which the accident had occurred, +and, as the coachman opened the door of the carriage, to +take from it a lady who was convulsively grasping the +cushions with one hand, while with the other she pressed to +her bosom the young boy, who had lost consciousness. + +Monte Cristo carried them both to the salon, and deposited +them on a sofa. "Compose yourself, madame," said he; "all +danger is over." The woman looked up at these words, and, +with a glance far more expressive than any entreaties could +have been, pointed to her child, who still continued +insensible. "I understand the nature of your alarms, +madame," said the count, carefully examining the child, "but +I assure you there is not the slightest occasion for +uneasiness; your little charge has not received the least +injury; his insensibility is merely the effects of terror, +and will soon pass." + +"Are you quite sure you do not say so to tranquillize my +fears? See how deadly pale he is! My child, my darling +Edward; speak to your mother -- open your dear eyes and look +on me once again! Oh, sir, in pity send for a physician; my +whole fortune shall not be thought too much for the recovery +of my boy." + +With a calm smile and a gentle wave of the hand, Monte +Cristo signed to the distracted mother to lay aside her +apprehensions; then, opening a casket that stood near, he +drew forth a phial of Bohemian glass incrusted with gold, +containing a liquid of the color of blood, of which he let +fall a single drop on the child's lips. Scarcely had it +reached them, ere the boy, though still pale as marble, +opened his eyes, and eagerly gazed around him. At this, the +delight of the mother was almost frantic. "Where am I?" +exclaimed she; "and to whom am I indebted for so happy a +termination to my late dreadful alarm?" + +"Madame," answered the count, "you are under the roof of one +who esteems himself most fortunate in having been able to +save you from a further continuance of your sufferings." + +"My wretched curiosity has brought all this about," pursued +the lady. "All Paris rung with the praises of Madame +Danglars' beautiful horses, and I had the folly to desire to +know whether they really merited the high praise given to +them." + +"Is it possible," exclaimed the count with well-feigned +astonishment, "that these horses belong to the baroness?" + +"They do, indeed. May I inquire if you are acquainted with +Madame Danglars?" + +"I have that honor; and my happiness at your escape from the +danger that threatened you is redoubled by the consciousness +that I have been the unwilling and the unintentional cause +of all the peril you have incurred. I yesterday purchased +these horses of the baron; but as the baroness evidently +regretted parting with them, I ventured to send them back to +her, with a request that she would gratify me by accepting +them from my hands." + +"You are, then, doubtless, the Count of Monte Cristo, of +whom Hermine has talked to me so much?" + +"You have rightly guessed, madame," replied the count. + +"And I am Madame Heloise de Villefort." The count bowed with +the air of a person who hears a name for the first time. +"How grateful will M. de Villefort be for all your goodness; +how thankfully will he acknowledge that to you alone he owes +the existence of his wife and child! Most certainly, but for +the prompt assistance of your intrepid servant, this dear +child and myself must both have perished." + +"Indeed, I still shudder at the fearful danger you were +placed in." + +"I trust you will allow me to recompense worthily the +devotion of your man." + +"I beseech you, madame," replied Monte Cristo "not to spoil +Ali, either by too great praise or rewards. I cannot allow +him to acquire the habit of expecting to be recompensed for +every trifling service he may render. Ali is my slave, and +in saving your life he was but discharging his duty to me." + +"Nay," interposed Madame de Villefort, on whom the +authoritative style adopted by the count made a deep +impression, "nay, but consider that to preserve my life he +has risked his own." + +"His life, madame, belongs not to him; it is mine, in return +for my having myself saved him from death." Madame de +Villefort made no further reply; her mind was utterly +absorbed in the contemplation of the person who, from the +first instant she saw him, had made so powerful an +impression on her. During the evident preoccupation of +Madame de Villefort, Monte Cristo scrutinized the features +and appearance of the boy she kept folded in her arms, +lavishing on him the most tender endearments. The child was +small for his age, and unnaturally pale. A mass of straight +black hair, defying all attempts to train or curl it, fell +over his projecting forehead, and hung down to his +shoulders, giving increased vivacity to eyes already +sparkling with a youthful love of mischief and fondness for +every forbidden enjoyment. His mouth was large, and the +lips, which had not yet regained their color, were +particularly thin; in fact, the deep and crafty look, giving +a predominant expression to the child's face, belonged +rather to a boy of twelve or fourteen than to one so young. +His first movement was to free himself by a violent push +from the encircling arms of his mother, and to rush forward +to the casket from whence the count had taken the phial of +elixir; then, without asking permission of any one, he +proceeded, in all the wilfulness of a spoiled child +unaccustomed to restrain either whims or caprices, to pull +the corks out of all the bottles. + +"Touch nothing, my little friend," cried the count eagerly; +"some of those liquids are not only dangerous to taste, but +even to inhale." + +Madame de Villefort became very pale, and, seizing her son's +arm, drew him anxiously toward her; but, once satisfied of +his safety, she also cast a brief but expressive glance on +the casket, which was not lost upon the count. At this +moment Ali entered. At sight of him Madame de Villefort +uttered an expression of pleasure, and, holding the child +still closer towards her, she said, "Edward, dearest, do you +see that good man? He has shown very great courage and +resolution, for he exposed his own life to stop the horses +that were running away with us, and would certainly have +dashed the carriage to pieces. Thank him, then, my child, in +your very best manner; for, had he not come to our aid, +neither you nor I would have been alive to speak our +thanks." The child stuck out his lips and turned away his +head in a disdainful manner, saying, "He's too ugly." + +The count smiled as if the child bade fair to realize his +hopes, while Madame de Villefort reprimanded her son with a +gentleness and moderation very far from conveying the least +idea of a fault having been committed. "This lady," said the +Count, speaking to Ali in the Arabic language, "is desirous +that her son should thank you for saving both their lives; +but the boy refuses, saying you are too ugly." Ali turned +his intelligent countenance towards the boy, on whom he +gazed without any apparent emotion; but the spasmodic +working of the nostrils showed to the practiced eye of Monte +Cristo that the Arab had been wounded to the heart. + +"Will you permit me to inquire," said Madame de Villefort, +as she arose to take her leave, "whether you usually reside +here?" + +"No, I do not," replied Monte Cristo; "it is a small place I +have purchased quite lately. My place of abode is No. 30, +Avenue des Champs Elysees; but I see you have quite +recovered from your fright, and are, no doubt, desirous of +returning home. Anticipating your wishes, I have desired the +same horses you came with to be put to one of my carriages, +and Ali, he whom you think so very ugly," continued he, +addressing the boy with a smiling air, "will have the honor +of driving you home, while your coachman remains here to +attend to the necessary repairs of your calash. As soon as +that important business is concluded, I will have a pair of +my own horses harnessed to convey it direct to Madame +Danglars." + +"I dare not return with those dreadful horses," said Madame +de Villefort. + +"You will see," replied Monte Cristo, "that they will be as +different as possible in the hands of Ali. With him they +will be gentle and docile as lambs." Ali had, indeed, given +proof of this; for, approaching the animals, who had been +got upon their legs with considerable difficulty, he rubbed +their foreheads and nostrils with a sponge soaked in +aromatic vinegar, and wiped off the sweat and foam that +covered their mouths. Then, commencing a loud whistling +noise, he rubbed them well all over their bodies for several +minutes; then, undisturbed by the noisy crowd collected +round the broken carriage, Ali quietly harnessed the +pacified animals to the count's chariot, took the reins in +his hands, and mounted the box, when to the utter +astonishment of those who had witnessed the ungovernable +spirit and maddened speed of the same horses, he was +actually compelled to apply his whip in no very gentle +manner before he could induce them to start; and even then +all that could be obtained from the celebrated "dappled +grays," now changed into a couple of dull, sluggish, stupid +brutes, was a slow, pottering pace, kept up with so much +difficulty that Madame de Villefort was more than two hours +returning to her residence in the Faubourg St. Honore. + +Scarcely had the first congratulations upon her marvellous +escape been gone through when she wrote the following letter +to Madame Danglars: -- + +Dear Hermine, -- I have just had a wonderful escape from the +most imminent danger, and I owe my safety to the very Count +of Monte Cristo we were talking about yesterday, but whom I +little expected to see to-day. I remember how unmercifully I +laughed at what I considered your eulogistic and exaggerated +praises of him; but I have now ample cause to admit that +your enthusiastic description of this wonderful man fell far +short of his merits. Your horses got as far as Ranelagh, +when they darted forward like mad things, and galloped away +at so fearful a rate, that there seemed no other prospect +for myself and my poor Edward but that of being dashed to +pieces against the first object that impeded their progress, +when a strange-looking man, -- an Arab, a negro, or a +Nubian, at least a black of some nation or other -- at a +signal from the count, whose domestic he is, suddenly seized +and stopped the infuriated animals, even at the risk of +being trampled to death himself; and certainly he must have +had a most wonderful escape. The count then hastened to us, +and took us into his house, where he speedily recalled my +poor Edward to life. He sent us home in his own carriage. +Yours will be returned to you to-morrow. You will find your +horses in bad condition, from the results of this accident; +they seem thoroughly stupefied, as if sulky and vexed at +having been conquered by man. The count, however, his +commissioned me to assure you that two or three days' rest, +with plenty of barley for their sole food during that time, +will bring them back to as fine, that is as terrifying, a +condition as they were in yesterday. Adieu! I cannot return +you many thanks for the drive of yesterday; but, after all, +I ought not to blame you for the misconduct of your horses, +more especially as it procured me the pleasure of an +introduction to the Count of Monte Cristo, -- and certainly +that illustrious personage, apart from the millions he is +said to be so very anxious to dispose of, seemed to me one +of those curiously interesting problems I, for one, delight +in solving at any risk, even if it were to necessitate +another drive to the Bois behind your horses. Edward endured +the accident with miraculous courage -- he did not utter a +single cry, but fell lifeless into my arms; nor did a tear +fall from his eyes after it was over. I doubt not you will +consider these praises the result of blind maternal +affection, but there is a soul of iron in that delicate, +fragile body. Valentine sends many affectionate remembrances +to your dear Eugenie. I embrace you with all my heart. + +Heloise de Villefort. + +P.S. -- Do pray contrive some means for me to meet the Count +of Monte Cristo at your house. I must and will see him +again. I have just made M. de Villefort promise to call on +him, and I hope the visit will be returned. + +That night the adventure at Auteuil was talked of +everywhere. Albert related it to his mother; Chateau-Renaud +recounted it at the Jockey Club, and Debray detailed it at +length in the salons of the minister; even Beauchamp +accorded twenty lines in his journal to the relation of the +count's courage and gallantry, thereby celebrating him as +the greatest hero of the day in the eyes of all the feminine +members of the aristocracy. Vast was the crowd of visitors +and inquiring friends who left their names at the residence +of Madame de Villefort, with the design of renewing their +visit at the right moment, of hearing from her lips all the +interesting circumstances of this most romantic adventure. +As for M. de Villefort, he fulfilled the predictions of +Heloise to the letter, -- donned his dress suit, drew on a +pair of white gloves, ordered the servants to attend the +carriage dressed in their full livery, and drove that same +night to No. 30 in the Avenue des Champs-Elysees. + + + +Chapter 48 +Ideology. + +If the Count of Monte Cristo had been for a long time +familiar with the ways of Parisian society, he would have +appreciated better the significance of the step which M. de +Villefort had taken. Standing well at court, whether the +king regnant was of the older or younger branch, whether the +government was doctrinaire liberal, or conservative; looked +upon by all as a man of talent, since those who have never +experienced a political check are generally so regarded; +hated by many, but warmly supported by others, without being +really liked by anybody, M. de Villefort held a high +position in the magistracy, and maintained his eminence like +a Harlay or a Mole. His drawing-room, under the regenerating +influence of a young wife and a daughter by his first +marriage, scarcely eighteen, was still one of the +well-regulated Paris salons where the worship of traditional +customs and the observance of rigid etiquette were carefully +maintained. A freezing politeness, a strict fidelity to +government principles, a profound contempt for theories and +theorists, a deep-seated hatred of ideality, -- these were +the elements of private and public life displayed by M. de +Villefort. + +He was not only a magistrate, he was almost a diplomatist. +His relations with the former court, of which he always +spoke with dignity and respect, made him respected by the +new one, and he knew so many things, that not only was he +always carefully considered, but sometimes consulted. +Perhaps this would not have been so had it been possible to +get rid of M. de Villefort; but, like the feudal barons who +rebelled against their sovereign, he dwelt in an impregnable +fortress. This fortress was his post as king's attorney, all +the advantages of which he exploited with marvellous skill, +and which he would not have resigned but to be made deputy, +and thus to replace neutrality by opposition. Ordinarily M. +de Villefort made and returned very few visits. His wife +visited for him, and this was the received thing in the +world, where the weighty and multifarious occupations of the +magistrate were accepted as an excuse for what was really +only calculated pride, a manifestation of professed +superiority -- in fact, the application of the axiom, +"Pretend to think well of yourself, and the world will think +well of you," an axiom a hundred times more useful in +society nowadays than that of the Greeks, "Know thyself," a +knowledge for which, in our days, we have substituted the +less difficult and more advantageous science of knowing +others. + +To his friends M. de Villefort was a powerful protector; to +his enemies, he was a silent, but bitter opponent; for those +who were neither the one nor the other, he was a statue of +the law-made man. He had a haughty bearing, a look either +steady and impenetrable or insolently piercing and +inquisitorial. Four successive revolutions had built and +cemented the pedestal upon which his fortune was based. M. +de Villefort had the reputation of being the least curious +and the least wearisome man in France. He gave a ball every +year, at which he appeared for a quarter of an hour only, -- +that is to say, five and forty minutes less than the king is +visible at his balls. He was never seen at the theatres, at +concerts, or in any place of public resort. Occasionally, +but seldom, he played at whist, and then care was taken to +select partners worthy of him -- sometimes they were +ambassadors, sometimes archbishops, or sometimes a prince, +or a president, or some dowager duchess. Such was the man +whose carriage had just now stopped before the Count of +Monte Cristo's door. The valet de chambre announced M. de +Villefort at the moment when the count, leaning over a large +table, was tracing on a map the route from St. Petersburg to +China. + +The procureur entered with the same grave and measured step +he would have employed in entering a court of justice. He +was the same man, or rather the development of the same man, +whom we have heretofore seen as assistant attorney at +Marseilles. Nature, according to her way, had made no +deviation in the path he had marked out for himself. From +being slender he had now become meagre; once pale, he was +now yellow; his deep-set eyes were hollow, and the gold +spectacles shielding his eyes seemed to be an integral +portion of his face. He dressed entirely in black, with the +exception of his white tie, and his funeral appearance was +only mitigated by the slight line of red ribbon which passed +almost imperceptibly through his button-hole, and appeared +like a streak of blood traced with a delicate brush. +Although master of himself, Monte Cristo, scrutinized with +irrepressible curiosity the magistrate whose salute he +returned, and who, distrustful by habit, and especially +incredulous as to social prodigies, was much more dispised +to look upon "the noble stranger," as Monte Cristo was +already called, as an adventurer in search of new fields, or +an escaped criminal, rather than as a prince of the Holy +See, or a sultan of the Thousand and One Nights. + +"Sir," said Villefort, in the squeaky tone assumed by +magistrates in their oratorical periods, and of which they +cannot, or will not, divest themselves in society, "sir, the +signal service which you yesterday rendered to my wife and +son has made it a duty for me to offer you my thanks. I have +come, therefore, to discharge this duty, and to express to +you my overwhelming gratitude." And as he said this, the +"eye severe" of the magistrate had lost nothing of its +habitual arrogance. He spoke in a voice of the +procureur-general, with the rigid inflexibility of neck and +shoulders which caused his flatterers to say (as we have +before observed) that he was the living statue of the law. + +"Monsieur," replied the count, with a chilling air, "I am +very happy to have been the means of preserving a son to his +mother, for they say that the sentiment of maternity is the +most holy of all; and the good fortune which occurred to me, +monsieur, might have enabled you to dispense with a duty +which, in its discharge, confers an undoubtedly great honor; +for I am aware that M. de Villefort is not usually lavish of +the favor which he now bestows on me, -- a favor which, +however estimable, is unequal to the satisfaction which I +have in my own consciousness." Villefort, astonished at this +reply, which he by no means expected, started like a soldier +who feels the blow levelled at him over the armor he wears, +and a curl of his disdainful lip indicated that from that +moment he noted in the tablets of his brain that the Count +of Monte Cristo was by no means a highly bred gentleman. He +glanced around. in order to seize on something on which the +conversation might turn, and seemed to fall easily on a +topic. He saw the map which Monte Cristo had been examining +when he entered, and said, "You seem geographically engaged, +sir? It is a rich study for you, who, as I learn, have seen +as many lands as are delineated on this map." + +"Yes, sir," replied the count; "l have sought to make of the +human race, taken in the mass, what you practice every day +on individuals -- a physiological study. I have believed it +was much easier to descend from the whole to a part than to +ascend from a part to the whole. It is an algebraic axiom, +which makes us proceed from a known to an unknown quantity, +and not from an unknown to a known; but sit down, sir, I beg +of you." + +Monte Cristo pointed to a chair, which the procureur was +obliged to take the trouble to move forwards himself, while +the count merely fell back into his own, on which he had +been kneeling when M. Villefort entered. Thus the count was +halfway turned towards his visitor, having his back towards +the window, his elbow resting on the geographical chart +which furnished the theme of conversation for the moment, -- +a conversation which assumed, as in the case of the +interviews with Danglars and Morcerf, a turn analogous to +the persons, if not to the situation. "Ah, you +philosophize," replied Villefort, after a moment's silence, +during which, like a wrestler who encounters a powerful +opponent, he took breath; "well, sir, really, if, like you, +I had nothing else to do, I should seek a more amusing +occupation." + +"Why, in truth, sir," was Monte Cristo's reply, "man is but +an ugly caterpillar for him who studies him through a solar +microscope; but you said, I think, that I had nothing else +to do. Now, really, let me ask, sir, have you? -- do you +believe you have anything to do? or to speak in plain terms, +do you really think that what you do deserves being called +anything?" + +Villefort's astonishment redoubled at this second thrust so +forcibly made by his strange adversary. It was a long time +since the magistrate had heard a paradox so strong, or +rather, to say the truth more exactly, it was the first time +he had ever heard of it. The procureur exerted himself to +reply. "Sir," he responded, "you are a stranger, and I +believe you say yourself that a portion of your life has +been spent in Oriental countries, so you are not aware how +human justice, so expeditions in barbarous countries, takes +with us a prudent and well-studied course." + +"Oh, yes -- yes, I do, sir; it is the pede claudo of the +ancients. I know all that, for it is with the justice of all +countries especially that I have occupied myself -- it is +with the criminal procedure of all nations that I have +compared natural justice, and I must say, sir, that it is +the law of primitive nations, that is, the law of +retaliation, that I have most frequently found to be +according to the law of God." + +"If this law were adopted, sir," said the procureur, "it +would greatly simplify our legal codes, and in that case the +magistrates would not (as you just observed) have much to +do." + +"It may, perhaps, come to this in time," observed Monte +Cristo; "you know that human inventions march from the +complex to the simple, and simplicity is always perfection." + +"In the meanwhile," continued the magistrate, "our codes are +in full force, with all their contradictory enactments +derived from Gallic customs, Roman laws, and Frank usages; +the knowledge of all which, you will agree, is not to be +acquired without extended labor; it needs tedious study to +acquire this knowledge, and, when acquired, a strong power +of brain to retain it." + +"I agree with you entirely, sir; but all that even you know +with respect to the French code, I know, not only in +reference to that code, but as regards the codes of all +nations. The English, Turkish, Japanese, Hindu laws, are as +familiar to me as the French laws, and thus I was right, +when I said to you, that relatively (you know that +everything is relative, sir) -- that relatively to what I +have done, you have very little to do; but that relatively +to all I have learned, you have yet a great deal to learn." + +"But with what motive have you learned all this?" inquired +Villefort, in astonishment. Monte Cristo smiled. "Really, +sir," he observed, "I see that in spite of the reputation +which you have acquired as a superior man, you look at +everything from the material and vulgar view of society, +beginning with man, and ending with man -- that is to say, +in the most restricted, most narrow view which it is +possible for human understanding to embrace." + +"Pray, sir, explain yourself," said Villefort, more and more +astonished, "I really do -- not -- understand you -- +perfectly." + +"I say, sir, that with the eyes fixed on the social +organization of nations, you see only the springs of the +machine, and lose sight of the sublime workman who makes +them act; I say that you do not recognize before you and +around you any but those office-holders whose commissions +have been signed by a minister or king; and that the men +whom God has put above those office-holders, ministers, and +kings, by giving them a mission to follow out, instead of a +post to fill -- I say that they escape your narrow, limited +field of observation. It is thus that human weakness fails, +from its debilitated and imperfect organs. Tobias took the +angel who restored him to light for an ordinary young man. +The nations took Attila, who was doomed to destroy them, for +a conqueror similar to other conquerors, and it was +necessary for both to reveal their missions, that they might +be known and acknowledged; one was compelled to say, `I am +the angel of the Lord'; and the other, `I am the hammer of +God,' in order that the divine essence in both might be +revealed." + +"Then," said Villefort, more and more amazed, and really +supposing he was speaking to a mystic or a madman, "you +consider yourself as one of those extraordinary beings whom +you have mentioned?" + +"And why not?" said Monte Cristo coldly. + +"Your pardon, sir," replied Villefort, quite astounded, "but +you will excuse me if, when I presented myself to you, I was +unaware that I should meet with a person whose knowledge and +understanding so far surpass the usual knowledge and +understanding of men. It is not usual with us corrupted +wretches of civilization to find gentlemen like yourself, +possessors, as you are, of immense fortune -- at least, so +it is said -- and I beg you to observe that I do not +inquire, I merely repeat; -- it is not usual, I say, for +such privileged and wealthy beings to waste their time in +speculations on the state of society, in philosophical +reveries, intended at best to console those whom fate has +disinherited from the goods of this world." + +"Really, sir," retorted the count, "have you attained the +eminent situation in which you are, without having admitted, +or even without having met with exceptions? and do you never +use your eyes, which must have acquired so much finesse and +certainty, to divine, at a glance, the kind of man by whom +you are confronted? Should not a magistrate be not merely +the best administrator of the law, but the most crafty +expounder of the chicanery of his profession, a steel probe +to search hearts, a touchstone to try the gold which in each +soul is mingled with more or less of alloy?" + +"Sir," said Villefort, "upon my word, you overcome me. I +really never heard a person speak as you do." + +"Because you remain eternally encircled in a round of +general conditions, and have never dared to raise your wings +into those upper spheres which God has peopled with +invisible or exceptional beings." + +"And you allow then, sir, that spheres exist, and that these +marked and invisible beings mingle amongst us?" + +"Why should they not? Can you see the air you breathe, and +yet without which you could not for a moment exist?" + +"Then we do not see those beings to whom you allude?" + +"Yes, we do; you see them whenever God pleases to allow them +to assume a material form. You touch them, come in contact +with them, speak to them, and they reply to you." + +"Ah," said Villefort, smiling, "I confess I should like to +be warned when one of these beings is in contact with me." + +"You have been served as you desire, monsieur, for you were +warned just now, and I now again warn you." + +"Then you yourself are one of these marked beings?" + +"Yes, monsieur, I believe so; for until now, no man has +found himself in a position similar to mine. The dominions +of kings are limited either by mountains or rivers, or a +change of manners, or an alteration of language. My kingdom +is bounded only by the world, for I am not an Italian, or a +Frenchman, or a Hindu, or an American, or a Spaniard -- I am +a cosmopolite. No country can say it saw my birth. God alone +knows what country will see me die. I adopt all customs, +speak all languages. You believe me to be a Frenchman, for I +speak French with the same facility and purity as yourself. +Well, Ali, my Nubian, believes me to be an Arab; Bertuccio, +my steward, takes me for a Roman; Haidee, my slave, thinks +me a Greek. You may, therefore, comprehend, that being of no +country, asking no protection from any government, +acknowledging no man as my brother, not one of the scruples +that arrest the powerful, or the obstacles which paralyze +the weak, paralyzes or arrests me. I have only two +adversaries -- I will not say two conquerors, for with +perseverance I subdue even them, -- they are time and +distance. There is a third, and the most terrible -- that is +my condition as a mortal being. This alone can stop me in my +onward career, before I have attained the goal at which I +aim, for all the rest I have reduced to mathematical terms. +What men call the chances of fate -- namely, ruin, change, +circumstances -- I have fully anticipated, and if any of +these should overtake me, yet it will not overwhelm me. +Unless I die, I shall always be what I am, and therefore it +is that I utter the things you have never heard, even from +the mouths of kings -- for kings have need, and other +persons have fear of you. For who is there who does not say +to himself, in a society as incongruously organized as ours, +`Perhaps some day I shall have to do with the king's +attorney'?" + +"But can you not say that, sir? The moment you become an +inhabitant of France, you are naturally subjected to the +French law." + +"I know it sir," replied Monte Cristo; "but when I visit a +country I begin to study, by all the means which are +available, the men from whom I may have anything to hope or +to fear, till I know them as well as, perhaps better than, +they know themselves. It follows from this, that the king's +attorney, be he who he may, with whom I should have to deal, +would assuredly be more embarrassed than I should." + +"That is to say," replied Villefort with hesitation, "that +human nature being weak, every man, according to your creed, +has committed faults." + +"Faults or crimes," responded Monte Cristo with a negligent +air. + +"And that you alone, amongst the men whom you do not +recognize as your brothers -- for you have said so," +observed Villefort in a tone that faltered somewhat -- "you +alone are perfect." + +"No, not perfect," was the count's reply; "only +impenetrable, that's all. But let us leave off this strain, +sir, if the tone of it is displeasing to you; I am no more +disturbed by your justice than are you by my second-sight." + +"No, no, -- by no means," said Villefort, who was afraid of +seeming to abandon his ground. "No; by your brilliant and +almost sublime conversation you have elevated me above the +ordinary level; we no longer talk, we rise to dissertation. +But you know how the theologians in their collegiate chairs, +and philosophers in their controversies, occasionally say +cruel truths; let us suppose for the moment that we are +theologizing in a social way, or even philosophically, and I +will say to you, rude as it may seem, `My brother, you +sacrifice greatly to pride; you may be above others, but +above you there is God.'" + +"Above us all, sir," was Monte Cristo's response, in a tone +and with an emphasis so deep that Villefort involuntarily +shuddered. "I have my pride for men -- serpents always ready +to threaten every one who would pass without crushing them +under foot. But I lay aside that pride before God, who has +taken me from nothing to make me what I am." + +"Then, count, I admire you," said Villefort, who, for the +first time in this strange conversation, used the +aristocratic form to the unknown personage, whom, until now, +he had only called monsieur. "Yes, and I say to you, if you +are really strong, really superior, really pious, or +impenetrable, which you were right in saying amounts to the +same thing -- then be proud, sir, for that is the +characteristic of predominance. Yet you have unquestionably +some ambition." + +"I have, sir." + +"And what may it be?" + +"I too, as happens to every man once in his life, have been +taken by Satan into the highest mountain in the earth, and +when there he showed me all the kingdoms of the world, and +as he said before, so said he to me, `Child of earth, what +wouldst thou have to make thee adore me?' I reflected long, +for a gnawing ambition had long preyed upon me, and then I +replied, `Listen, -- I have always heard of providence, and +yet I have never seen him, or anything that resembles him, +or which can make me believe that he exists. I wish to be +providence myself, for I feel that the most beautiful, +noblest, most sublime thing in the world, is to recompense +and punish.' Satan bowed his head, and groaned. `You +mistake,' he said, `providence does exist, only you have +never seen him, because the child of God is as invisible as +the parent. You have seen nothing that resembles him, +because he works by secret springs, and moves by hidden +ways. All I can do for you is to make you one of the agents +of that providence.' The bargain was concluded. I may +sacrifice my soul, but what matters it?" added Monte Cristo. +"If the thing were to do again, I would again do it." +Villefort looked at Monte Cristo with extreme amazement. +"Count," he inquired, "have you any relations?" + +"No, sir, I am alone in the world." + +"So much the worse." + +"Why?" asked Monte Cristo. + +"Because then you might witness a spectacle calculated to +break down your pride. You say you fear nothing but death?" + +"I did not say that I feared it; I only said that death +alone could check the execution of my plans." + +"And old age?" + +"My end will be achieved before I grow old." + +"And madness?" + +"I have been nearly mad; and you know the axiom, -- non bis +in idem. It is an axiom of criminal law, and, consequently, +you understand its full application." + +"Sir," continued Villefort, "there is something to fear +besides death, old age, and madness. For instance, there is +apoplexy -- that lightning-stroke which strikes but does not +destroy you, and yet which brings everything to an end. You +are still yourself as now, and yet you are yourself no +longer; you who, like Ariel, verge on the angelic, are but +an inert mass, which, like Caliban, verges on the brutal; +and this is called in human tongues, as I tell you, neither +more nor less than apoplexy. Come, if so you will, count, +and continue this conversation at my house, any day you may +be willing to see an adversary capable of understanding and +anxious to refute you, and I will show you my father, M. +Noirtier de Villefort, one of the most fiery Jacobins of the +French Revolution; that is to say, he had the most +remarkable audacity, seconded by a most powerful +organization -- a man who has not, perhaps, like yourself +seen all the kingdoms of the earth, but who has helped to +overturn one of the greatest; in fact, a man who believed +himself, like you, one of the envoys, not of God, but of a +supreme being; not of providence, but of fate. Well, sir, +the rupture of a blood-vessel on the lobe of the brain has +destroyed all this, not in a day, not in an hour, but in a +second. M. Noirtier, who, on the previous night, was the old +Jacobin, the old senator, the old Carbonaro, laughing at the +guillotine, the cannon, and the dagger -- M. Noirtier, +playing with revolutions -- M. Noirtier, for whom France was +a vast chess-board, from which pawns, rooks, knights, and +queens were to disappear, so that the king was checkmated -- +M. Noirtier, the redoubtable, was the next morning `poor M. +Noirtier,' the helpless old man, at the tender mercies of +the weakest creature in the household, that is, his +grandchild, Valentine; a dumb and frozen carcass, in fact, +living painlessly on, that time may be given for his frame +to decompose without his consciousness of its decay." + +"Alas, sir," said Monte Cristo "this spectacle is neither +strange to my eye nor my thought. I am something of a +physician, and have, like my fellows, sought more than once +for the soul in living and in dead matter; yet, like +providence, it has remained invisible to my eyes, although +present to my heart. A hundred writers since Socrates, +Seneca, St. Augustine, and Gall, have made, in verse and +prose, the comparison you have made, and yet I can well +understand that a father's sufferings may effect great +changes in the mind of a son. I will call on you, sir, since +you bid me contemplate, for the advantage of my pride, this +terrible spectacle, which must have been so great a source +of sorrow to your family." + +"It would have been so unquestionably, had not God given me +so large a compensation. In contrast with the old man, who +is dragging his way to the tomb, are two children just +entering into life -- Valentine, the daughter by my first +wife -- Mademoiselle Renee de Saint-Meran -- and Edward, the +boy whose life you have this day saved." + +"And what is your deduction from this compensation, sir?" +inquired Monte Cristo. + +"My deduction is," replied Villefort, "that my father, led +away by his passions, has committed some fault unknown to +human justice, but marked by the justice of God. That God, +desirous in his mercy to punish but one person, has visited +this justice on him alone." Monte Cristo with a smile on his +lips, uttered in the depths of his soul a groan which would +have made Villefort fly had he but heard it. "Adieu, sir," +said the magistrate, who had risen from his seat; "I leave +you, bearing a remembrance of you -- a remembrance of +esteem, which I hope will not be disagreeable to you when +you know me better; for I am not a man to bore my friends, +as you will learn. Besides, you have made an eternal friend +of Madame de Villefort." The count bowed, and contented +himself with seeing Villefort to the door of his cabinet, +the procureur being escorted to his carriage by two footmen, +who, on a signal from their master, followed him with every +mark of attention. When he had gone, Monte Cristo breathed a +profound sigh, and said, -- "Enough of this poison, let me +now seek the antidote." Then sounding his bell, he said to +Ali, who entered, "I am going to madam's chamber -- have the +carriage ready at one o'clock." + + + +Chapter 49 +Haidee. + +It will be recollected that the new, or rather old, +acquaintances of the Count of Monte Cristo, residing in the +Rue Meslay, were no other than Maximilian, Julie, and +Emmanuel. The very anticipations of delight to be enjoyed in +his forthcoming visits -- the bright, pure gleam of heavenly +happiness it diffused over the almost deadly warfare in +which he had voluntarily engaged, illumined his whole +countenance with a look of ineffable joy and calmness, as, +immediately after Villefort's departure, his thoughts flew +back to the cheering prospect before him, of tasting, at +least, a brief respite from the fierce and stormy passions +of his mind. Even Ali, who had hastened to obey the Count's +summons, went forth from his master's presence in charmed +amazement at the unusual animation and pleasure depicted on +features ordinarily so stern and cold; while, as though +dreading to put to flight the agreeable ideas hovering over +his patron's meditations, whatever they were, the faithful +Nubian walked on tiptoe towards the door, holding his +breath, lest its faintest sound should dissipate his +master's happy reverie. + +It was noon, and Monte Cristo had set apart one hour to be +passed in the apartments of Haidee, as though his oppressed +spirit could not all at once admit the feeling of pure and +unmixed joy, but required a gradual succession of calm and +gentle emotions to prepare his mind to receive full and +perfect happiness, in the same manner as ordinary natures +demand to be inured by degrees to the reception of strong or +violent sensations. The young Greek, as we have already +said, occupied apartments wholly unconnected with those of +the count. The rooms had been fitted up in strict accordance +with Oriental ideas; the floors were covered with the +richest carpets Turkey could produce; the walls hung with +brocaded silk of the most magnificent designs and texture; +while around each chamber luxurious divans were placed, with +piles of soft and yielding cushions, that needed only to be +arranged at the pleasure or convenience of such as sought +repose. Haidee and three French maids, and one who was a +Greek. The first three remained constantly in a small +waiting-room, ready to obey the summons of a small golden +bell, or to receive the orders of the Romaic slave, who knew +just enough French to be able to transmit her mistress's +wishes to the three other waiting-women; the latter had +received most peremptory instructions from Monte Cristo to +treat Haidee with all the deference they would observe to a +queen. + +The young girl herself generally passed her time in the +chamber at the farther end of her apartments. This was a +sort of boudoir, circular, and lighted only from the roof, +which consisted of rose-colored glass. Haidee was reclining +upon soft downy cushions, covered with blue satin spotted +with silver; her head, supported by one of her exquisitely +moulded arms, rested on the divan immediately behind her, +while the other was employed in adjusting to her lips the +coral tube of a rich narghile, through whose flexible pipe +she drew the smoke fragrant by its passage through perfumed +water. Her attitude, though perfectly natural for an Eastern +woman would, in a European, have been deemed too full of +coquettish straining after effect. Her dress, which was that +of the women of Epirus, consisted of a pair of white satin +trousers, embroidered with pink roses, displaying feet so +exquisitely formed and so delicately fair, that they might +well have been taken for Parian marble, had not the eye been +undeceived by their movements as they constantly shifted in +and out of a pair of little slippers with upturned toes, +beautifully ornamented with gold and pearls. She wore a blue +and white-striped vest, with long open sleeves, trimmed with +silver loops and buttons of pearls, and a sort of bodice, +which, closing only from the centre to the waist, exhibited +the whole of the ivory throat and upper part of the bosom; +it was fastened with three magnificent diamond clasps. The +junction of the bodice and drawers was entirely concealed by +one of the many-colored scarfs, whose brilliant hues and +rich silken fringe have rendered them so precious in the +eyes of Parisian belles. Tilted on one side of her head she +had a small cap of gold-colored silk, embroidered with +pearls; while on the other a purple rose mingled its glowing +colors with the luxuriant masses of her hair, of which the +blackness was so intense that it was tinged with blue. The +extreme beauty of the countenance, that shone forth in +loveliness that mocked the vain attempts of dress to augment +it, was peculiarly and purely Grecian; there were the large, +dark, melting eyes, the finely formed nose, the coral lips, +and pearly teeth, that belonged to her race and country. +And, to complete the whole, Haidee was in the very +springtide and fulness of youthful charms -- she had not yet +numbered more than twenty summers. + +Monte Cristo summoned the Greek attendant, and bade her +inquire whether it would be agreeable to her mistress to +receive his visit. Haidee's only reply was to direct her +servant by a sign to withdraw the tapestried curtain that +hung before the door of her boudoir, the framework of the +opening thus made serving as a sort of border to the +graceful tableau presented by the young girl's picturesque +attitude and appearance. As Monte Cristo approached, she +leaned upon the elbow of the arm that held the narghile, and +extending to him her other hand, said, with a smile of +captivating sweetness, in the sonorous language spoken by +the women of Athens and Sparta, "Why demand permission ere +you enter? Are you no longer my master, or have I ceased to +be your slave?" Monte Cristo returned her smile. "Haidee," +said he, "you well know." + +"Why do you address me so coldly -- so distantly?" asked the +young Greek. "Have I by any means displeased you? Oh, if so, +punish me as you will; but do not -- do not speak to me in +tones and manner so formal and constrained." + +"Haidee," replied the count, "you know that you are now in +France, and are free." + +"Free to do what?" asked the young girl. + +"Free to leave me." + +"Leave you? Why should I leave you?" + +"That is not for me to say; but we are now about to mix in +society -- to visit and be visited." + +"I don't wish to see anybody but you." + +"And should you see one whom you could prefer, I would not +be so unjust" -- + +"I have never seen any one I preferred to you, and I have +never loved any one but you and my father." + +"My poor child," replied Monte Cristo, "that is merely +because your father and myself are the only men who have +ever talked to you." + +"I don't want anybody else to talk to me. My father said I +was his `joy' -- you style me your `love,' -- and both of +you have called me `my child.'" + +"Do you remember your father, Haidee?" The young Greek +smiled. "He is here, and here," said she, touching her eyes +and her heart. "And where am I?" inquired Monte Cristo +laughingly. + +"You?" cried she, with tones of thrilling tenderness, "you +are everywhere!" Monte Cristo took the delicate hand of the +young girl in his, and was about to raise it to his lips, +when the simple child of nature hastily withdrew it, and +presented her cheek. "You now understand, Haidee," said the +count, "that from this moment you are absolutely free; that +here you exercise unlimited sway, and are at liberty to lay +aside or continue the costume of your country, as it may +suit your inclination. Within this mansion you are absolute +mistress of your actions, and may go abroad or remain in +your apartments as may seem most agreeable to you. A +carriage waits your orders, and Ali and Myrtho will +accompany you whithersoever you desire to go. There is but +one favor I would entreat of you." + +"Speak." + +"Guard carefully the secret of your birth. Make no allusion +to the past; nor upon any occasion be induced to pronounce +the names of your illustrious father or ill-fated mother." + +"I have already told you, my lord, that I shall see no one." + +"It is possible, Haidee, that so perfect a seclusion, though +conformable with the habits and customs of the East, may not +be practicable in Paris. Endeavor, then, to accustom +yourself to our manner of living in these northern climes as +you did to those of Rome, Florence, Milan, and Madrid; it +may be useful to you one of these days, whether you remain +here or return to the East." The young girl raised her +tearful eyes towards Monte Cristo as she said with touching +earnestness, "Whether we return to the East, you mean to +say, my lord, do you not?" + +"My child," returned Monte Cristo "you know full well that +whenever we part, it will be no fault or wish of mine; the +tree forsakes not the flower -- the flower falls from the +tree." + +"My lord," replied Haidee, "I never will leave you, for I am +sure I could not exist without you." + +"My poor girl, in ten years I shall be old, and you will be +still young." + +"My father had a long white beard, but I loved him; he was +sixty years old, but to me he was handsomer than all the +fine youths I saw." + +"Then tell me, Haidee, do you believe you shall be able to +accustom yourself to our present mode of life?" + +"Shall I see you?" + +"Every day." + +"Then what do you fear, my lord?" + +"You might find it dull." + +"No, my lord. In the morning, I shall rejoice in the +prospect of your coming, and in the evening dwell with +delight on the happiness I have enjoyed in your presence; +then too, when alone, I can call forth mighty pictures of +the past, see vast horizons bounded only by the towering +mountains of Pindus and Olympus. Oh, believe me, that when +three great passions, such as sorrow, love, and gratitude +fill the heart, ennui can find no place." + +"You are a worthy daughter of Epirus, Haidee, and your +charming and poetical ideas prove well your descent from +that race of goddesses who claim your country as their +birthplace. Depend on my care to see that your youth is not +blighted, or suffered to pass away in ungenial solitude; and +of this be well assured, that if you love me as a father, I +love you as a child." + +"You are wrong, my lord. The love I have for you is very +different from the love I had for my father. My father died, +but I did not die. If you were to die, I should die too." +The Count, with a smile of profound tenderness, extended his +hand, and she carried it to her lips. Monte Cristo, thus +attuned to the interview he proposed to hold with Morrel and +his family, departed, murmuring as he went these lines of +Pindar, "Youth is a flower of which love is the fruit; happy +is he who, after having watched its silent growth, is +permitted to gather and call it his own." The carriage was +prepared according to orders, and stepping lightly into it, +the count drove off at his usual rapid pace. + + + +Chapter 50 +The Morrel Family. + +In a very few minutes the count reached No. 7 in the Rue +Meslay. The house was of white stone, and in a small court +before it were two small beds full of beautiful flowers. In +the concierge that opened the gate the count recognized +Cocles; but as he had but one eye, and that eye had become +somewhat dim in the course of nine years, Cocles did not +recognize the count. The carriages that drove up to the door +were compelled to turn, to avoid a fountain that played in a +basin of rockwork, -- an ornament that had excited the +jealousy of the whole quarter, and had gained for the place +the appellation of "The Little Versailles." It is needless +to add that there were gold and silver fish in the basin. +The house, with kitchens and cellars below, had above the +ground-floor, two stories and attics. The whole of the +property, consisting of an immense workshop, two pavilions +at the bottom of the garden, and the garden itself, had been +purchased by Emmanuel, who had seen at a glance that he +could make of it a profitable speculation. He had reserved +the house and half the garden, and building a wall between +the garden and the workshops, had let them upon lease with +the pavilions at the bottom of the garden. So that for a +trifling sum he was as well lodged, and as perfectly shut +out from observation, as the inhabitants of the finest +mansion in the Faubourg St. Germain. The breakfast-room was +finished in oak; the salon in mahogany, and the furnishings +were of blue velvet; the bedroom was in citronwood and green +damask. There was a study for Emmanuel, who never studied, +and a music-room for Julie, who never played. The whole of +the second story was set apart for Maximilian; it was +precisely similar to his sister's apartments, except that +for the breakfast-parlor he had a billiard-room, where he +received his friends. He was superintending the grooming of +his horse, and smoking his cigar at the entrance of the +garden, when the count's carriage stopped at the gate. + +Cocles opened the gate, and Baptistin, springing from the +box, inquired whether Monsieur and Madame Herbault and +Monsieur Maximilian Morrel would see his excellency the +Count of Monte Cristo. "The Count of Monte Cristo?" cried +Morrel, throwing away his cigar and hastening to the +carriage; "I should think we would see him. Ah, a thousand +thanks, count, for not having forgotten your promise." And +the young officer shook the count's hand so warmly, that +Monte Cristo could not be mistaken as to the sincerity of +his joy, and he saw that he had been expected with +impatience, and was received with pleasure. "Come, come," +said Maximilian, "I will serve as your guide; such a man as +you are ought not to be introduced by a servant. My sister +is in the garden plucking the dead roses; my brother is +reading his two papers, the Presse and the Debats, within +six steps of her; for wherever you see Madame Herbault, you +have only to look within a circle of four yards and you will +find M. Emmanuel, and `reciprocally,' as they say at the +Polytechnic School." At the sound of their steps a young +woman of twenty to five and twenty, dressed in a silk +morning gown, and busily engaged in plucking the dead leaves +off a noisette rose-tree, raised her head. This was Julie, +who had become, as the clerk of the house of Thomson & +French had predicted, Madame Emmanuel Herbault. She uttered +a cry of surprise at the sight of a stranger, and Maximilian +began to laugh. "Don't disturb yourself, Julie," said he. +"The count has only been two or three days in Paris, but he +already knows what a fashionable woman of the Marais is, and +if he does not, you will show him." + +"Ah, monsieur," returned Julie, "it is treason in my brother +to bring you thus, but he never has any regard for his poor +sister. Penelon, Penelon!" An old man, who was digging +busily at one of the beds, stuck his spade in the earth, and +approached, cap in hand, striving to conceal a quid of +tobacco he had just thrust into his cheek. A few locks of +gray mingled with his hair, which was still thick and +matted, while his bronzed features and determined glance +well suited an old sailor who had braved the heat of the +equator and the storms of the tropics. "I think you hailed +me, Mademoiselle Julie?" said he. Penelon had still +preserved the habit of calling his master's daughter +"Mademoiselle Julie," and had never been able to change the +name to Madame Herbault. "Penelon," replied Julie, "go and +inform M. Emmanuel of this gentleman's visit, and Maximilian +will conduct him to the salon." Then, turning to Monte +Cristo, -- "I hope you will permit me to leave you for a few +minutes," continued she; and without awaiting any reply, +disappeared behind a clump of trees, and escaped to the +house by a lateral alley. + +"I am sorry to see," observed Monte Cristo to Morrel, "that +I cause no small disturbance in your house." + +"Look there," said Maximilian, laughing; "there is her +husband changing his jacket for a coat. I assure you, you +are well known in the Rue Meslay." + +"Your family appears to be a very happy one," said the +count, as if speaking to himself. + +"Oh, yes, I assure you, count, they want nothing that can +render them happy; they are young and cheerful, they are +tenderly attached to each other, and with twenty-five +thousand francs a year they fancy themselves as rich as +Rothschild." + +"Five and twenty thousand francs is not a large sum, +however," replied Monte Cristo, with a tone so sweet and +gentle, that it went to Maximilian's heart like the voice of +a father; "but they will not be content with that. Your +brother-in-law is a barrister? a doctor?" + +"He was a merchant, monsieur, and had succeeded to the +business of my poor father. M. Morrel, at his death, left +500,000 francs, which were divided between my sister and +myself, for we were his only children. Her husband, who, +when he married her, had no other patrimony than his noble +probity, his first-rate ability, and his spotless +reputation, wished to possess as much as his wife. He +labored and toiled until he had amassed 250,000 francs; six +years sufficed to achieve this object. Oh, I assure you, +sir, it was a touching spectacle to see these young +creatures, destined by their talents for higher stations, +toiling together, and through their unwillingness to change +any of the customs of their paternal house, taking six years +to accomplish what less scrupulous people would have +effected in two or three. Marseilles resounded with their +well-earned praises. At last, one day, Emmanuel came to his +wife, who had just finished making up the accounts. `Julie,' +said he to her, `Cocles has just given me the last rouleau +of a hundred francs; that completes the 250,000 francs we +had fixed as the limits of our gains. Can you content +yourself with the small fortune which we shall possess for +the future? Listen to me. Our house transacts business to +the amount of a million a year, from which we derive an +income of 40,000 francs. We can dispose of the business, if +we please, in an hour, for I have received a letter from M. +Delaunay, in which he offers to purchase the good-will of +the house, to unite with his own, for 300,000 francs. Advise +me what I had better do.' -- `Emmanuel,' returned my sister, +`the house of Morrel can only be carried on by a Morrel. Is +it not worth 300,000 francs to save our father's name from +the chances of evil fortune and failure?' -- `I thought so,' +replied Emmanuel; `but I wished to have your advice.' -- +`This is my counsel: -- Our accounts are made up and our +bills paid; all we have to do is to stop the issue of any +more, and close our office.' This was done instantly. It was +three o'clock; at a quarter past, a merchant presented +himself to insure two ships; it was a clear profit of 15,000 +francs. `Monsieur,' said Emmanuel, `have the goodness to +address yourself to M. Delaunay. We have quitted business.' +-- `How long?' inquired the astonished merchant. `A quarter +of an hour,' was the reply. And this is the reason, +monsieur," continued Maximilian, "of my sister and +brother-in-law having only 25,000 francs a year." + +Maximilian had scarcely finished his story, during which the +count's heart had swelled within him, when Emmanuel entered +wearing a hat and coat. He saluted the count with the air of +a man who is aware of the rank of his guest; then, after +having led Monte Cristo around the little garden, he +returned to the house. A large vase of Japan porcelain, +filled with flowers that loaded the air with their perfume, +stood in the salon. Julie, suitably dressed, and her hair +arranged (she had accomplished this feat in less than ten +minutes), received the count on his entrance. The songs of +the birds were heard in an aviary hard by, and the branches +of laburnums and rose acacias formed an exquisite framework +to the blue velvet curtains. Everything in this charming +retreat, from the warble of the birds to the smile of the +mistress, breathed tranquillity and repose. The count had +felt the influence of this happiness from the moment he +entered the house, and he remained silent and pensive, +forgetting that he was expected to renew the conversation, +which had ceased after the first salutations had been +exchanged. The silence became almost painful when, by a +violent effort, tearing himself from his pleasing reverie -- +"Madame," said he at length, "I pray you to excuse my +emotion, which must astonish you who are only accustomed to +the happiness I meet here; but contentment is so new a sight +to me, that I could never be weary of looking at yourself +and your husband." + +"We are very happy, monsieur," replied Julie; "but we have +also known unhappiness, and few have ever undergone more +bitter sufferings than ourselves." The Count's features +displayed an expression of the most intense curiosity. + +"Oh, all this is a family history, as Chateau-Renaud told +you the other day," observed Maximilian. "This humble +picture would have but little interest for you, accustomed +as you are to behold the pleasures and the misfortunes of +the wealthy and industrious; but such as we are, we have +experienced bitter sorrows." + +"And God has poured balm into your wounds, as he does into +those of all who are in affliction?" said Monte Cristo +inquiringly. + +"Yes, count," returned Julie, "we may indeed say he has, for +he has done for us what he grants only to his chosen; he +sent us one of his angels." The count's cheeks became +scarlet, and he coughed, in order to have an excuse for +putting his handkerchief to his mouth. "Those born to +wealth, and who have the means of gratifying every wish," +said Emmanuel, "know not what is the real happiness of life, +just as those who have been tossed on the stormy waters of +the ocean on a few frail planks can alone realize the +blessings of fair weather." + +Monte Cristo rose, and without making any answer (for the +tremulousness of his voice would have betrayed his emotion) +walked up and down the apartment with a slow step. + +"Our magnificence makes you smile, count," said Maximilian, +who had followed him with his eyes. "No, no," returned Monte +Cristo, pale as death, pressing one hand on his heart to +still its throbbings, while with the other he pointed to a +crystal cover, beneath which a silken purse lay on a black +velvet cushion. "I was wondering what could be the +significance of this purse, with the paper at one end and +the large diamond at the other." + +"Count," replied Maximilian, with an air of gravity, "those +are our most precious family treasures." + +"The stone seems very brilliant," answered the count. + +"Oh, my brother does not allude to its value, although it +has been estimated at 100,000 francs; he means, that the +articles contained in this purse are the relics of the angel +I spoke of just now." + +"This I do not comprehend; and yet I may not ask for an +explanation, madame," replied Monte Cristo bowing. "Pardon +me, I had no intention of committing an indiscretion." + +"Indiscretion, -- oh, you make us happy by giving us an +excuse for expatiating on this subject. If we wanted to +conceal the noble action this purse commemorates, we should +not expose it thus to view. Oh, would we could relate it +everywhere, and to every one, so that the emotion of our +unknown benefactor might reveal his presence." + +"Ah, really," said Monte Cristo in a half-stifled voice. + +"Monsieur," returned Maximilian, raising the glass cover, +and respectfully kissing the silken purse, "this has touched +the hand of a man who saved my father from suicide, us from +ruin, and our name from shame and disgrace, -- a man by +whose matchless benevolence we poor children, doomed to want +and wretchedness, can at present hear every one envying our +happy lot. This letter" (as he spoke, Maximilian drew a +letter from the purse and gave it to the count) -- "this +letter was written by him the day that my father had taken a +desperate resolution, and this diamond was given by the +generous unknown to my sister as her dowry." Monte Cristo +opened the letter, and read it with an indescribable feeling +of delight. It was the letter written (as our readers know) +to Julie, and signed "Sinbad the Sailor." "Unknown you say, +is the man who rendered you this service -- unknown to you?" + +"Yes; we have never had the happiness of pressing his hand," +continued Maximilian. "We have supplicated heaven in vain to +grant us this favor, but the whole affair has had a +mysterious meaning that we cannot comprehend -- we have been +guided by an invisible hand, -- a hand as powerful as that +of an enchanter." + +"Oh," cried Julie, "I have not lost all hope of some day +kissing that hand, as I now kiss the purse which he has +touched. Four years ago, Penelon was at Trieste -- Penelon, +count, is the old sailor you saw in the garden, and who, +from quartermaster, has become gardener -- Penelon, when he +was at Trieste, saw on the quay an Englishman, who was on +the point of embarking on board a yacht, and he recognized +him as the person who called on my father the fifth of June, +1829, and who wrote me this letter on the fifth of +September. He felt convinced of his identity, but he did not +venture to address him." + +"An Englishman," said Monte Cristo, who grew uneasy at the +attention with which Julie looked at him. "An Englishman you +say?" + +"Yes," replied Maximilian, "an Englishman, who represented +himself as the confidential clerk of the house of Thomson & +French, at Rome. It was this that made me start when you +said the other day, at M. de Morcerf's, that Messrs. Thomson +& French were your bankers. That happened, as I told you, in +1829. For God's sake, tell me, did you know this +Englishman?" + +"But you tell me, also, that the house of Thomson & French +have constantly denied having rendered you this service?" + +"Yes." + +"Then is it not probable that this Englishman may be some +one who, grateful for a kindness your father had shown him, +and which he himself had forgotten, has taken this method of +requiting the obligation?" + +"Everything is possible in this affair, even a miracle." + +"What was his name?" asked Monte Cristo. + +"He gave no other name," answered Julie, looking earnestly +at the count, "than that at the end of his letter -- `Sinbad +the Sailor.'" + +"Which is evidently not his real name, but a fictitious +one." + +Then, noticing that Julie was struck with the sound of his +voice, -- + +"Tell me," continued he, "was he not about my height, +perhaps a little taller, with his chin imprisoned, as it +were, in a high cravat; his coat closely buttoned up, and +constantly taking out his pencil?" + +"Oh, do you then know him?" cried Julie, whose eyes sparkled +with joy. + +"No," returned Monte Cristo "I only guessed. I knew a Lord +Wilmore, who was constantly doing actions of this kind." + +"Without revealing himself?" + +"He was an eccentric being, and did not believe in the +existence of gratitude." + +"Oh, heaven," exclaimed Julie, clasping her hands, "in what +did he believe, then?" + +"He did not credit it at the period which I knew him," said +Monte Cristo, touched to the heart by the accents of Julie's +voice; "but, perhaps, since then he has had proofs that +gratitude does exist." + +"And do you know this gentleman, monsieur?" inquired +Emmanuel. + +"Oh, if you do know him," cried Julie, "can you tell us +where he is -- where we can find him? Maximilian -- Emmanuel +-- if we do but discover him, he must believe in the +gratitude of the heart!" Monte Cristo felt tears start into +his eyes, and he again walked hastily up and down the room. + +"In the name of heaven," said Maximilian, "if you know +anything of him, tell us what it is." + +"Alas," cried Monte Cristo, striving to repress his emotion, +"if Lord Wilmore was your unknown benefactor, I fear you +will never see him again. I parted from him two years ago at +Palermo, and he was then on the point of setting out for the +most remote regions; so that I fear he will never return." + +"Oh, monsieur, this is cruel of you," said Julie, much +affected; and the young lady's eyes swam with tears. + +"Madame," replied Monte Cristo gravely, and gazing earnestly +on the two liquid pearls that trickled down Julie's cheeks, +"had Lord Wilmore seen what I now see, he would become +attached to life, for the tears you shed would reconcile him +to mankind;" and he held out his hand to Julie, who gave him +hers, carried away by the look and accent of the count. +"But," continued she, "Lord Wilmore had a family or friends, +he must have known some one, can we not -- " + +"Oh, it is useless to inquire," returned the count; +"perhaps, after all, he was not the man you seek for. He was +my friend: he had no secrets from me, and if this had been +so he would have confided in me." + +"And he told you nothing?" + +"Not a word." + +"Nothing that would lead you to suppose?" + +"Nothing." + +"And yet you spoke of him at once." + +"Ah, in such a case one supposes" -- + +"Sister, sister," said Maximilian, coming to the count's +aid, "monsieur is quite right. Recollect what our excellent +father so often told us, `It was no Englishman that thus +saved us.'" Monte Cristo started. "What did your father tell +you, M. Morrel?" said he eagerly. + +"My father thought that this action had been miraculously +performed -- he believed that a benefactor had arisen from +the grave to save us. Oh, it was a touching superstition, +monsieur, and although I did not myself believe it, I would +not for the world have destroyed my father's faith. How +often did he muse over it and pronounce the name of a dear +friend -- a friend lost to him forever; and on his +death-bed, when the near approach of eternity seemed to have +illumined his mind with supernatural light, this thought, +which had until then been but a doubt, became a conviction, +and his last words were, `Maximilian, it was Edmond +Dantes!'" At these words the count's paleness, which had for +some time been increasing, became alarming; he could not +speak; he looked at his watch like a man who has forgotten +the hour, said a few hurried words to Madame Herbault, and +pressing the hands of Emmanuel and Maximilian, -- "Madame," +said he, "I trust you will allow me to visit you +occasionally; I value your friendship, and feel grateful to +you for your welcome, for this is the first time for many +years that I have thus yielded to my feelings;" and he +hastily quitted the apartment. + +"This Count of Monte Cristo is a strange man," said +Emmanuel. + +"Yes," answered Maximilian, "but I feel sure he has an +excellent heart, and that he likes us." + +"His voice went to my heart," observed Julie; "and two or +three times I fancied that I had heard it before." + + + +Chapter 51 +Pyramus and Thisbe. + +About two-thirds of the way along the Faubourg Saint-Honore, +and in the rear of one of the most imposing mansions in this +rich neighborhood, where the various houses vie with each +other for elegance of design and magnificence of +construction, extended a large garden, where the +wide-spreading chestnut-trees raised their heads high above +the walls in a solid rampart, and with the coming of every +spring scattered a shower of delicate pink and white +blossoms into the large stone vases that stood upon the two +square pilasters of a curiously wrought iron gate, that +dated from the time of Louis XII. This noble entrance, +however, in spite of its striking appearance and the +graceful effect of the geraniums planted in the two vases, +as they waved their variegated leaves in the wind and +charmed the eye with their scarlet bloom, had fallen into +utter disuse. The proprietors of the mansion had many years +before thought it best to confine themselves to the +possession of the house itself, with its thickly planted +court-yard, opening into the Faubourg Saint-Honore, and to +the garden shut in by this gate, which formerly communicated +with a fine kitchen-garden of about an acre. For the demon +of speculation drew a line, or in other words projected a +street, at the farther side of the kitchen-garden. The +street was laid out, a name was chosen and posted up on an +iron plate, but before construction was begun, it occurred +to the possessor of the property that a handsome sum might +be obtained for the ground then devoted to fruits and +vegetables, by building along the line of the proposed +street, and so making it a branch of communication with the +Faubourg Saint-Honore itself, one of the most important +thoroughfares in the city of Paris. + +In matters of speculation, however, though "man proposes," +"money disposes." From some such difficulty the newly named +street died almost in birth, and the purchaser of the +kitchen-garden, having paid a high price for it, and being +quite unable to find any one willing to take his bargain off +his hands without a considerable loss, yet still clinging to +the belief that at some future day he should obtain a sum +for it that would repay him, not only for his past outlay, +but also the interest upon the capital locked up in his new +acquisition, contented himself with letting the ground +temporarily to some market-gardeners, at a yearly rental of +500 francs. And so, as we have said, the iron gate leading +into the kitchen-garden had been closed up and left to the +rust, which bade fair before long to eat off its hinges, +while to prevent the ignoble glances of the diggers and +delvers of the ground from presuming to sully the +aristocratic enclosure belonging to the mansion, the gate +had been boarded up to a height of six feet. True, the +planks were not so closely adjusted but that a hasty peep +might be obtained through their interstices; but the strict +decorum and rigid propriety of the inhabitants of the house +left no grounds for apprehending that advantage would be +taken of that circumstance. + +Horticulture seemed, however, to have been abandoned in the +deserted kitchen-garden; and where cabbages, carrots, +radishes, pease, and melons had once flourished, a scanty +crop of lucerne alone bore evidence of its being deemed +worthy of cultivation. A small, low door gave egress from +the walled space we have been describing into the projected +street, the ground having been abandoned as unproductive by +its various renters, and had now fallen so completely in +general estimation as to return not even the one-half per +cent it had originally paid. Towards the house the +chestnut-trees we have before mentioned rose high above the +wall, without in any way affecting the growth of other +luxuriant shrubs and flowers that eagerly dressed forward to +fill up the vacant spaces, as though asserting their right +to enjoy the boon of light and air. At one corner, where the +foliage became so thick as almost to shut out day, a large +stone bench and sundry rustic seats indicated that this +sheltered spot was either in general favor or particular use +by some inhabitant of the house, which was faintly +discernible through the dense mass of verdure that partially +concealed it, though situated but a hundred paces off. + +Whoever had selected this retired portion of the grounds as +the boundary of a walk, or as a place for meditation, was +abundantly justified in the choice by the absence of all +glare, the cool, refreshing shade, the screen it afforded +from the scorching rays of the sun, that found no entrance +there even during the burning days of hottest summer, the +incessant and melodious warbling of birds, and the entire +removal from either the noise of the street or the bustle of +the mansion. On the evening of one of the warmest days +spring had yet bestowed on the inhabitants of Paris, might +be seen negligently thrown upon the stone bench, a book, a +parasol, and a work-basket, from which hung a partly +embroidered cambric handkerchief, while at a little distance +from these articles was a young woman, standing close to the +iron gate, endeavoring to discern something on the other +side by means of the openings in the planks, -- the +earnestness of her attitude and the fixed gaze with which +she seemed to seek the object of her wishes, proving how +much her feelings were interested in the matter. At that +instant the little side-gate leading from the waste ground +to the street was noiselessly opened, and a tall, powerful +young man appeared. He was dressed in a common gray blouse +and velvet cap, but his carefully arranged hair, beard and +mustache, all of the richest and glossiest black, ill +accorded with his plebeian attire. After casting a rapid +glance around him, in order to assure himself that he was +unobserved, he entered by the small gate, and, carefully +closing and securing it after him, proceeded with a hurried +step towards the barrier. + +At the sight of him she expected, though probably not in +such a costume, the young woman started in terror, and was +about to make a hasty retreat. But the eye of love had +already seen, even through the narrow chinks of the wooden +palisades, the movement of the white robe, and observed the +fluttering of the blue sash. Pressing his lips close to the +planks, he exclaimed, "Don't be alarmed, Valentine -- it is +I!" Again the timid girl found courage to return to the +gate, saying, as she did so, "And why do you come so late +to-day? It is almost dinner-time, and I had to use no little +diplomacy to get rid of my watchful mother-in-law, my +too-devoted maid, and my troublesome brother, who is always +teasing me about coming to work at my embroidery, which I am +in a fair way never to get done. So pray excuse yourself as +well as you can for having made me wait, and, after that, +tell me why I see you in a dress so singular that at first I +did not recognize you." + +"Dearest Valentine," said the young man, "the difference +between our respective stations makes me fear to offend you +by speaking of my love, but yet I cannot find myself in your +presence without longing to pour forth my soul, and tell you +how fondly I adore you. If it be but to carry away with me +the recollection of such sweet moments, I could even thank +you for chiding me, for it leaves me a gleam of hope, that +if you did not expect me (and that indeed would be worse +than vanity to suppose), at least I was in your thoughts. +You asked me the cause of my being late, and why I come +disguised. I will candidly explain the reason of both, and I +trust to your goodness to pardon me. I have chosen a trade." + +"A trade? Oh, Maximilian, how can you jest at a time when we +have such deep cause for uneasiness?" + +"Heaven keep me from jesting with that which is far dearer +to me than life itself! But listen to me, Valentine, and I +will tell you all about it. I became weary of ranging fields +and scaling walls, and seriously alarmed at the idea +suggested by you, that if caught hovering about here your +father would very likely have me sent to prison as a thief. +That would compromise the honor of the French army, to say +nothing of the fact that the continual presence of a captain +of Spahis in a place where no warlike projects could be +supposed to account for it might well create surprise; so I +have become a gardener, and, consequently, adopted the +costume of my calling." + +"What excessive nonsense you talk, Maximilian!" + +"Nonsense? Pray do not call what I consider the wisest +action of my life by such a name. Consider, by becoming a +gardener I effectually screen our meetings from all +suspicion or danger." + +"I beseech of you, Maximilian, to cease trifling, and tell +me what you really mean." + +"Simply, that having ascertained that the piece of ground on +which I stand was to let, I made application for it, was +readily accepted by the proprietor, and am now master of +this fine crop of lucerne. Think of that, Valentine! There +is nothing now to prevent my building myself a little hut on +my plantation, and residing not twenty yards from you. Only +imagine what happiness that would afford me. I can scarcely +contain myself at the bare idea. Such felicity seems above +all price -- as a thing impossible and unattainable. But +would you believe that I purchase all this delight, joy, and +happiness, for which I would cheerfully have surrendered ten +years of my life, at the small cost of 500 francs per annum, +paid quarterly? Henceforth we have nothing to fear. I am on +my own ground, and have an undoubted right to place a ladder +against the wall, and to look over when I please, without +having any apprehensions of being taken off by the police as +a suspicious character. I may also enjoy the precious +privilege of assuring you of my fond, faithful, and +unalterable affection, whenever you visit your favorite +bower, unless, indeed, it offends your pride to listen to +professions of love from the lips of a poor workingman, clad +in a blouse and cap." A faint cry of mingled pleasure and +surprise escaped from the lips of Valentine, who almost +instantly said, in a saddened tone, as though some envious +cloud darkened the joy which illumined her heart, "Alas, no, +Maximilian, this must not be, for many reasons. We should +presume too much on our own strength, and, like others, +perhaps, be led astray by our blind confidence in each +other's prudence." + +"How can you for an instant entertain so unworthy a thought, +dear Valentine? Have I not, from the first blessed hour of +our acquaintance, schooled all my words and actions to your +sentiments and ideas? And you have, I am sure, the fullest +confidence in my honor. When you spoke to me of experiencing +a vague and indefinite sense of coming danger, I placed +myself blindly and devotedly at your service, asking no +other reward than the pleasure of being useful to you; and +have I ever since, by word or look, given you cause of +regret for having selected me from the numbers that would +willingly have sacrificed their lives for you? You told me, +my dear Valentine, that you were engaged to M. d'Epinay, and +that your father was resolved upon completing the match, and +that from his will there was no appeal, as M. de Villefort +was never known to change a determination once formed. I +kept in the background, as you wished, and waited, not for +the decision of your heart or my own, but hoping that +providence would graciously interpose in our behalf, and +order events in our favor. But what cared I for delays or +difficulties, Valentine, as long as you confessed that you +loved me, and took pity on me? If you will only repeat that +avowal now and then, I can endure anything." + +"Ah, Maximilian, that is the very thing that makes you so +bold, and which renders me at once so happy and unhappy, +that I frequently ask myself whether it is better for me to +endure the harshness of my mother-in-law, and her blind +preference for her own child, or to be, as I now am, +insensible to any pleasure save such as I find in these +meetings, so fraught with danger to both." + +"I will not admit that word," returned the young man; "it is +at once cruel and unjust. Is it possible to find a more +submissive slave than myself? You have permitted me to +converse with you from time to time, Valentine, but +forbidden my ever following you in your walks or elsewhere +-- have I not obeyed? And since I found means to enter this +enclosure to exchange a few words with you through this gate +-- to be close to you without really seeing you -- have I +ever asked so much as to touch the hem of your gown or tried +to pass this barrier which is but a trifle to one of my +youth and strength? Never has a complaint or a murmur +escaped me. I have been bound by my promises as rigidly as +any knight of olden times. Come, come, dearest Valentine, +confess that what I say is true, lest I be tempted to call +you unjust." + +"It is true," said Valentine, as she passed the end of her +slender fingers through a small opening in the planks, and +permitted Maximilian to press his lips to them, "and you are +a true and faithful friend; but still you acted from motives +of self-interest, my dear Maximilian, for you well knew that +from the moment in which you had manifested an opposite +spirit all would have been ended between us. You promised to +bestow on me the friendly affection of a brother. For I have +no friend but yourself upon earth, who am neglected and +forgotten by my father, harassed and persecuted by my +mother-in-law, and left to the sole companionship of a +paralyzed and speechless old man, whose withered hand can no +longer press mine, and who can speak to me with the eye +alone, although there still lingers in his heart the warmest +tenderness for his poor grandchild. Oh, how bitter a fate is +mine, to serve either as a victim or an enemy to all who are +stronger than myself, while my only friend and supporter is +a living corpse! Indeed, indeed, Maximilian, I am very +miserable, and if you love me it must be out of pity." + +"Valentine," replied the young man, deeply affected, "I will +not say you are all I love in the world, for I dearly prize +my sister and brother-in-law; but my affection for them is +calm and tranquil, in no manner resembling what I feel for +you. When I think of you my heart beats fast, the blood +burns in my veins, and I can hardly breathe; but I solemnly +promise you to restrain all this ardor, this fervor and +intensity of feeling, until you yourself shall require me to +render them available in serving or assisting you. M. Franz +is not expected to return home for a year to come, I am +told; in that time many favorable and unforeseen chances may +befriend us. Let us, then, hope for the best; hope is so +sweet a comforter. Meanwhile, Valentine, while reproaching +me with selfishness, think a little what you have been to me +-- the beautiful but cold resemblance of a marble Venus. +What promise of future reward have you made me for all the +submission and obedience I have evinced? -- none whatever. +What granted me? -- scarcely more. You tell me of M. Franz +d'Epinay, your betrothed lover, and you shrink from the idea +of being his wife; but tell me, Valentine, is there no other +sorrow in your heart? You see me devoted to you, body and +soul, my life and each warm drop that circles round my heart +are consecrated to your service; you know full well that my +existence is bound up in yours -- that were I to lose you I +would not outlive the hour of such crushing misery; yet you +speak with calmness of the prospect of your being the wife +of another! Oh, Valentine, were I in your place, and did I +feel conscious, as you do, of being worshipped, adored, with +such a love as mine, a hundred times at least should I have +passed my hand between these iron bars, and said, `Take this +hand, dearest Maximilian, and believe that, living or dead, +I am yours -- yours only, and forever!'" The poor girl made +no reply, but her lover could plainly hear her sobs and +tears. A rapid change took place in the young man's +feelings. "Dearest, dearest Valentine," exclaimed he, +"forgive me if I have offended you, and forget the words I +spoke if they have unwittingly caused you pain." + +"No, Maximilian, I am not offended," answered she, "but do +you not see what a poor, helpless being I am, almost a +stranger and an outcast in my father's house, where even he +is seldom seen; whose will has been thwarted, and spirits +broken, from the age of ten years, beneath the iron rod so +sternly held over me; oppressed, mortified, and persecuted, +day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, no person has +cared for, even observed my sufferings, nor have I ever +breathed one word on the subject save to yourself. Outwardly +and in the eyes of the world, I am surrounded by kindness +and affection; but the reverse is the case. The general +remark is, `Oh, it cannot be expected that one of so stern a +character as M. Villefort could lavish the tenderness some +fathers do on their daughters. What though she has lost her +own mother at a tender age, she has had the happiness to +find a second mother in Madame de Villefort.' The world, +however, is mistaken; my father abandons me from utter +indifference, while my mother-in-law detests me with a +hatred so much the more terrible because it is veiled +beneath a continual smile." + +"Hate you, sweet Valentine," exclaimed the young man; "how +is it possible for any one to do that?" + +"Alas," replied the weeping girl, "I am obliged to own that +my mother-in-law's aversion to me arises from a very natural +source -- her overweening love for her own child, my brother +Edward." + +"But why should it?" + +"I do not know; but, though unwilling to introduce money +matters into our present conversation, I will just say this +much -- that her extreme dislike to me has its origin there; +and I much fear she envies me the fortune I enjoy in right +of my mother, and which will be more than doubled at the +death of M. and Mme. de Saint-Meran, whose sole heiress I +am. Madame de Villefort has nothing of her own, and hates me +for being so richly endowed. Alas, how gladly would I +exchange the half of this wealth for the happiness of at +least sharing my father's love. God knows, I would prefer +sacrificing the whole, so that it would obtain me a happy +and affectionate home." + +"Poor Valentine!" + +"I seem to myself as though living a life of bondage, yet at +the same time am so conscious of my own weakness that I fear +to break the restraint in which I am held, lest I fall +utterly helpless. Then, too, my father is not a person whose +orders may be infringed with impunity; protected as he is by +his high position and firmly established reputation for +talent and unswerving integrity, no one could oppose him; he +is all-powerful even with the king; he would crush you at a +word. Dear Maximilian, believe me when I assure you that if +I do not attempt to resist my father's commands it is more +on your account than my own." + +"But why, Valentine, do you persist in anticipating the +worst, -- why picture so gloomy a future?" + +"Because I judge it from the past." + +"Still, consider that although I may not be, strictly +speaking, what is termed an illustrious match for you, I am, +for many reasons, not altogether so much beneath your +alliance. The days when such distinctions were so nicely +weighed and considered no longer exist in France, and the +first families of the monarchy have intermarried with those +of the empire. The aristocracy of the lance has allied +itself with the nobility of the cannon. Now I belong to this +last-named class; and certainly my prospects of military +preferment are most encouraging as well as certain. My +fortune, though small, is free and unfettered, and the +memory of my late father is respected in our country, +Valentine, as that of the most upright and honorable +merchant of the city; I say our country, because you were +born not far from Marseilles." + +"Don't speak of Marseilles, I beg of you, Maximilian; that +one word brings back my mother to my recollection -- my +angel mother, who died too soon for myself and all who knew +her; but who, after watching over her child during the brief +period allotted to her in this world, now, I fondly hope, +watches from her home in heaven. Oh, if my mother were still +living, there would be nothing to fear, Maximilian, for I +would tell her that I loved you, and she would protect us." + +"I fear, Valentine," replied the lover, "that were she +living I should never have had the happiness of knowing you; +you would then have been too happy to have stooped from your +grandeur to bestow a thought on me." + +"Now it is you who are unjust, Maximilian," cried Valentine; +"but there is one thing I wish to know." + +"And what is that?" inquired the young man, perceiving that +Valentine hesitated. + +"Tell me truly, Maximilian, whether in former days, when our +fathers dwelt at Marseilles, there was ever any +misunderstanding between them?" + +"Not that I am aware of," replied the young man, "unless, +indeed, any ill-feeling might have arisen from their being +of opposite parties -- your father was, as you know, a +zealous partisan of the Bourbons, while mine was wholly +devoted to the emperor; there could not possibly be any +other difference between them. But why do you ask?" + +"I will tell you," replied the young girl, "for it is but +right you should know. Well, on the day when your +appointment as an officer of the Legion of honor was +announced in the papers, we were all sitting with my +grandfather, M. Noirtier; M. Danglars was there also -- you +recollect M. Danglars, do you not, Maximilian, the banker, +whose horses ran away with my mother-in-law and little +brother, and very nearly killed them? While the rest of the +company were discussing the approaching marriage of +Mademoiselle Danglars, I was reading the paper to my +grandfather; but when I came to the paragraph about you, +although I had done nothing else but read it over to myself +all the morning (you know you had told me all about it the +previous evening), I felt so happy, and yet so nervous, at +the idea of speaking your name aloud, and before so many +people, that I really think I should have passed it over, +but for the fear that my doing so might create suspicions as +to the cause of my silence; so I summoned up all my courage, +and read it as firmly and as steadily as I could." + +"Dear Valentine!" + +"Well, would you believe it? directly my father caught the +sound of your name he turned round quite hastily, and, like +a poor silly thing, I was so persuaded that every one must +be as much affected as myself by the utterance of your name, +that I was not surprised to see my father start, and almost +tremble; but I even thought (though that surely must have +been a mistake) that M. Danglars trembled too." + +"`Morrel, Morrel,' cried my father, `stop a bit;' then +knitting his brows into a deep frown, he added, `surely this +cannot be one of the Morrel family who lived at Marseilles, +and gave us so much trouble from their violent Bonapartism +-- I mean about the year 1815.' -- `Yes,' replied M. +Danglars, `I believe he is the son of the old shipowner.'" + +"Indeed," answered Maximilian; "and what did your father say +then, Valentine?" + +"Oh, such a dreadful thing, that I don't dare to tell you." + +"Always tell me everything," said Maximilian with a smile. + +"`Ah,' continued my father, still frowning, `their idolized +emperor treated these madmen as they deserved; he called +them `food for powder,' which was precisely all they were +good for; and I am delighted to see that the present +government have adopted this salutary principle with all its +pristine vigor; if Algiers were good for nothing but to +furnish the means of carrying so admirable an idea into +practice, it would be an acquisition well worthy of +struggling to obtain. Though it certainly does cost France +somewhat dear to assert her rights in that uncivilized +country.'" + +"Brutal politics, I must confess." said Maximilian; "but +don't attach any serious importance, dear, to what your +father said. My father was not a bit behind yours in that +sort of talk. `Why,' said he, `does not the emperor, who has +devised so many clever and efficient modes of improving the +art of war, organize a regiment of lawyers, judges and legal +practitioners, sending them in the hottest fire the enemy +could maintain, and using them to save better men?' You see, +my dear, that for picturesque expression and generosity of +spirit there is not much to choose between the language of +either party. But what did M. Danglars say to this outburst +on the part of the procureur?" + +"Oh, he laughed, and in that singular manner so peculiar to +himself -- half-malicious, half-ferocious; he almost +immediately got up and took his leave; then, for the first +time, I observed the agitation of my grandfather, and I must +tell you, Maximilian, that I am the only person capable of +discerning emotion in his paralyzed frame. And I suspected +that the conversation that had been carried on in his +presence (for they always say and do what they like before +the dear old man, without the smallest regard for his +feelings) had made a strong impression on his mind; for, +naturally enough, it must have pained him to hear the +emperor he so devotedly loved and served spoken of in that +depreciating manner." + +"The name of M. Noirtier," interposed Maximilian, "is +celebrated throughout Europe; he was a statesman of high +standing, and you may or may not know, Valentine, that he +took a leading part in every Bonapartist conspiracy set on +foot during the restoration of the Bourbons." + +"Oh, I have often heard whispers of things that seem to me +most strange -- the father a Bonapartist, the son a +Royalist; what can have been the reason of so singular a +difference in parties and politics? But to resume my story; +I turned towards my grandfather, as though to question him +as to the cause of his emotion; he looked expressively at +the newspaper I had been reading. `What is the matter, dear +grandfather?' said I, `are you pleased?' He gave me a sign +in the affirmative. `With what my father said just now?' He +returned a sign in the negative. `Perhaps you liked what M. +Danglars said?' Another sign in the negative. `Oh, then, you +were glad to hear that M. Morrel (I didn't dare to say +Maximilian) had been made an officer of the Legion of +Honor?' He signified assent; only think of the poor old +man's being so pleased to think that you, who were a perfect +stranger to him, had been made an officer of the Legion of +Honor! Perhaps it was a mere whim on his part, for he is +falling, they say, into second childhood, but I love him for +showing so much interest in you." + +"How singular," murmured Maximilian; "your father hates me, +while your grandfather, on the contrary -- What strange +feelings are aroused by politics." + +"Hush," cried Valentine, suddenly; "some one is coming!" +Maximilian leaped at one bound into his crop of lucerne, +which he began to pull up in the most ruthless way, under +the pretext of being occupied in weeding it. + +"Mademoiselle, mademoiselle!" exclaimed a voice from behind +the trees. "Madame is searching for you everywhere; there is +a visitor in the drawing-room." + +"A visitor?" inquired Valentine, much agitated; "who is it?" + +"Some grand personage -- a prince I believe they said -- the +Count of Monte Cristo." + +"I will come directly," cried Valentine aloud. The name of +Monte Cristo sent an electric shock through the young man on +the other side of the iron gate, to whom Valentine's "I am +coming" was the customary signal of farewell. "Now, then," +said Maximilian, leaning on the handle of his spade, "I +would give a good deal to know how it comes about that the +Count of Monte Cristo is acquainted with M. de Villefort." + + + +Chapter 52 +Toxicology. + +It was really the Count of Monte Cristo who had just arrived +at Madame de Villefort's for the purpose of returning the +procureur's visit, and at his name, as may be easily +imagined, the whole house was in confusion. Madame de +Villefort, who was alone in her drawing-room when the count +was announced, desired that her son might be brought thither +instantly to renew his thanks to the count; and Edward, who +heard this great personage talked of for two whole days, +made all possible haste to come to him, not from obedience +to his mother, or out of any feeling of gratitude to the +count, but from sheer curiosity, and that some chance remark +might give him the opportunity for making one of the +impertinent speeches which made his mother say, -- "Oh, that +naughty child! But I can't be severe with him, he is really +so bright." + +After the usual civilities, the count inquired after M. de +Villefort. "My husband dines with the chancellor," replied +the young lady; "he has just gone, and I am sure he'll be +exceedingly sorry not to have had the pleasure of seeing you +before he went." Two visitors who were there when the count +arrived, having gazed at him with all their eyes, retired +after that reasonable delay which politeness admits and +curiosity requires. "What is your sister Valentine doing?" +inquired Madame de Villefort of Edward; "tell some one to +bid her come here, that I may have the honor of introducing +her to the count." + +"You have a daughter, then, madame?" inquired the count; +"very young, I presume?" + +"The daughter of M. de Villefort by his first marriage," +replied the young wife, "a fine well-grown girl." + +"But melancholy," interrupted Master Edward, snatching the +feathers out of the tail of a splendid parroquet that was +screaming on its gilded perch, in order to make a plume for +his hat. Madame de Villefort merely cried, -- "Be still, +Edward!" She then added, -- "This young madcap is, however, +very nearly right, and merely re-echoes what he has heard me +say with pain a hundred times; for Mademoiselle de Villefort +is, in spite of all we can do to rouse her, of a melancholy +disposition and taciturn habit, which frequently injure the +effect of her beauty. But what detains her? Go, Edward, and +see." + +"Because they are looking for her where she is not to be +found." + +"And where are they looking for her?" + +"With grandpapa Noirtier." + +"And do you think she is not there?" + +"No, no, no, no, no, she is not there," replied Edward, +singing his words. + +"And where is she, then? If you know, why don't you tell?" + +"She is under the big chestnut-tree," replied the spoiled +brat, as he gave, in spite of his mother's commands, live +flies to the parrot, which seemed keenly to relish such +fare. Madame de Villefort stretched out her hand to ring, +intending to direct her waiting-maid to the spot where she +would find Valentine, when the young lady herself entered +the apartment. She appeared much dejected; and any person +who considered her attentively might have observed the +traces of recent tears in her eyes. + +Valentine, whom we have in the rapid march of our narrative +presented to our readers without formally introducing her, +was a tall and graceful girl of nineteen, with bright +chestnut hair, deep blue eyes, and that reposeful air of +quiet distinction which characterized her mother. Her white +and slender fingers, her pearly neck, her cheeks tinted with +varying hues reminded one of the lovely Englishwomen who +have been so poetically compared in their manner to the +gracefulness of a swan. She entered the apartment, and +seeing near her stepmother the stranger of whom she had +already heard so much, saluted him without any girlish +awkwardness, or even lowering her eyes, and with an elegance +that redoubled the count's attention. He rose to return the +salutation. "Mademoiselle de Villefort, my daughter-in-law," +said Madame de Villefort to Monte Cristo, leaning back on +her sofa and motioning towards Valentine with her hand. "And +M. de Monte Cristo, King of China, Emperor of Cochin-China," +said the young imp, looking slyly towards his sister. + +Madame de Villefort at this really did turn pale, and was +very nearly angry with this household plague, who answered +to the name of Edward; but the count, on the contrary, +smiled, and appeared to look at the boy complacently, which +caused the maternal heart to bound again with joy and +enthusiasm. + +"But, madame," replied the count, continuing the +conversation, and looking by turns at Madame de Villefort +and Valentine, "have I not already had the honor of meeting +yourself and mademoiselle before? I could not help thinking +so just now; the idea came over my mind, and as mademoiselle +entered the sight of her was an additional ray of light +thrown on a confused remembrance; excuse the remark." + +"I do not think it likely, sir; Mademoiselle de Villefort is +not very fond of society, and we very seldom go out," said +the young lady. + +"Then it was not in society that I met with mademoiselle or +yourself, madame, or this charming little merry boy. +Besides, the Parisian world is entirely unknown to me, for, +as I believe I told you, I have been in Paris but very few +days. No, -- but, perhaps, you will permit me to call to +mind -- stay!" The Count placed his hand on his brow as if +to collect his thoughts. "No -- it was somewhere -- away +from here -- it was -- I do not know -- but it appears that +this recollection is connected with a lovely sky and some +religious fete; mademoiselle was holding flowers in her +hand, the interesting boy was chasing a beautiful peacock in +a garden, and you, madame, were under the trellis of some +arbor. Pray come to my aid, madame; do not these +circumstances appeal to your memory?" + +"No, indeed," replied Madame de Villefort; "and yet it +appears to me, sir, that if I had met you anywhere, the +recollection of you must have been imprinted on my memory." + +"Perhaps the count saw us in Italy," said Valentine timidly. + +"Yes, in Italy; it was in Italy most probably," replied +Monte Cristo; "you have travelled then in Italy, +mademoiselle?" + +"Yes; madame and I were there two years ago. The doctors, +anxious for my lungs, had prescribed the air of Naples. We +went by Bologna, Perugia, and Rome." + +"Ah, yes -- true, mademoiselle," exclaimed Monte Cristo as +if this simple explanation was sufficient to revive the +recollection he sought. "It was at Perugia on Corpus Christi +Day, in the garden of the Hotel des Postes, when chance +brought us together; you, Madame de Villefort, and her son; +I now remember having had the honor of meeting you." + +"I perfectly well remember Perugia, sir, and the Hotel des +Postes, and the festival of which you speak," said Madame de +Villefort, "but in vain do I tax my memory, of whose +treachery I am ashamed, for I really do not recall to mind +that I ever had the pleasure of seeing you before." + +"It is strange, but neither do I recollect meeting with +you," observed Valentine, raising her beautiful eyes to the +count. + +"But I remember it perfectly," interposed the darling +Edward. + +"I will assist your memory, madame," continued the count; +"the day had been burning hot; you were waiting for horses, +which were delayed in consequence of the festival. +Mademoiselle was walking in the shade of the garden, and +your son disappeared in pursuit of the peacock." + +"And I caught it, mamma, don't you remember?" interposed +Edward, "and I pulled three such beautiful feathers out of +his tail." + +"You, madame, remained under the arbor; do you not remember, +that while you were seated on a stone bench, and while, as I +told you, Mademoiselle de Villefort and your young son were +absent, you conversed for a considerable time with +somebody?" + +"Yes, in truth, yes," answered the young lady, turning very +red, "I do remember conversing with a person wrapped in a +long woollen mantle; he was a medical man, I think." + +"Precisely so, madame; this man was myself; for a fortnight +I had been at that hotel, during which period I had cured my +valet de chambre of a fever, and my landlord of the +jaundice, so that I really acquired a reputation as a +skilful physician. We discoursed a long time, madame, on +different subjects; of Perugino, of Raffaelle, of manners, +customs, of the famous aquatofana, of which they had told +you, I think you said, that certain individuals in Perugia +had preserved the secret." + +"Yes, true," replied Madame de Villefort, somewhat uneasily, +"I remember now." + +"I do not recollect now all the various subjects of which we +discoursed, madame," continued the count with perfect +calmness; "but I perfectly remember that, falling into the +error which others had entertained respecting me, you +consulted me as to the health of Mademoiselle de Villefort." + +"Yes, really, sir, you were in fact a medical man," said +Madame de Villefort, "since you had cured the sick." + +"Moliere or Beaumarchais would reply to you, madame, that it +was precisely because I was not, that I had cured my +patients; for myself, I am content to say to you that I have +studied chemistry and the natural sciences somewhat deeply, +but still only as an amateur, you understand." -- At this +moment the clock struck six. "It is six o'clock," said +Madame de Villefort, evidently agitated. "Valentine, will +you not go and see if your grandpapa will have his dinner?" +Valentine rose, and saluting the count, left the apartment +without speaking. + +"Oh, madame," said the count, when Valentine had left the +room, "was it on my account that you sent Mademoiselle de +Villefort away?" + +"By no means," replied the young lady quickly; "but this is +the hour when we usually give M. Noirtier the unwelcome meal +that sustains his pitiful existence. You are aware, sir, of +the deplorable condition of my husband's father?" + +"Yes, madame, M. de Villefort spoke of it to me -- a +paralysis, I think." + +"Alas, yes; the poor old gentleman is entirely helpless; the +mind alone is still active in this human machine, and that +is faint and flickering, like the light of a lamp about to +expire. But excuse me, sir, for talking of our domestic +misfortunes; I interrupted you at the moment when you were +telling me that you were a skilful chemist." + +"No, madame, I did not say as much as that," replied the +count with a smile; "quite the contrary. I have studied +chemistry because, having determined to live in eastern +climates I have been desirous of following the example of +King Mithridates." + +"Mithridates rex Ponticus," said the young scamp, as he tore +some beautiful portraits out of a splendid album, "the +individual who took cream in his cup of poison every morning +at breakfast." + +"Edward, you naughty boy," exclaimed Madame de Villefort, +snatching the mutilated book from the urchin's grasp, "you +are positively past bearing; you really disturb the +conversation; go, leave us, and join your sister Valentine +in dear grandpapa Noirtier's room." + +"The album," said Edward sulkily. + +"What do you mean? -- the album!" + +"I want the album." + +"How dare you tear out the drawings?" + +"Oh, it amuses me." + +"Go -- go at once." + +"I won't go unless you give me the album," said the boy, +seating himself doggedly in an arm-chair, according to his +habit of never giving way. + +"Take it, then, and pray disturb us no longer," said Madame +de Villefort, giving the album to Edward, who then went +towards the door, led by his mother. The count followed her +with his eyes. + +"Let us see if she shuts the door after him," he muttered. +Madame de Villefort closed the door carefully after the +child, the count appearing not to notice her; then casting a +scrutinizing glance around the chamber, the young wife +returned to her chair, in which she seated herself. "Allow +me to observe, madame," said the count, with that kind tone +he could assume so well, "you are really very severe with +that dear clever child." + +"Oh, sometimes severity is quite necessary," replied Madame +de Villefort, with all a mother's real firmness. + +"It was his Cornelius Nepos that Master Edward was repeating +when he referred to King Mithridates," continued the count, +"and you interrupted him in a quotation which proves that +his tutor has by no means neglected him, for your son is +really advanced for his years." + +"The fact is, count," answered the mother, agreeably +flattered, "he has great aptitude, and learns all that is +set before him. He has but one fault, he is somewhat wilful; +but really, on referring for the moment to what he said, do +you truly believe that Mithridates used these precautions, +and that these precautions were efficacious?" + +"I think so, madame, because I myself have made use of them, +that I might not be poisoned at Naples, at Palermo, and at +Smyrna -- that is to say, on three several occasions when, +but for these precautions, I must have lost my life." + +"And your precautions were successful?" + +"Completely so." + +"Yes, I remember now your mentioning to me at Perugia +something of this sort." + +"Indeed?" said the count with an air of surprise, remarkably +well counterfeited; "I really did not remember." + +"I inquired of you if poisons acted equally, and with the +same effect, on men of the North as on men of the South; and +you answered me that the cold and sluggish habits of the +North did not present the same aptitude as the rich and +energetic temperaments of the natives of the South." + +"And that is the case," observed Monte Cristo. "I have seen +Russians devour, without being visibly inconvenienced, +vegetable substances which would infallibly have killed a +Neapolitan or an Arab." + +"And you really believe the result would be still more sure +with us than in the East, and in the midst of our fogs and +rains a man would habituate himself more easily than in a +warm latitude to this progressive absorption of poison?" + +"Certainly; it being at the same time perfectly understood +that he should have been duly fortified against the poison +to which he had not been accustomed." + +"Yes, I understand that; and how would you habituate +yourself, for instance, or rather, how did you habituate +yourself to it?" + +"Oh, very easily. Suppose you knew beforehand the poison +that would be made use of against you; suppose the poison +was, for instance, brucine" -- + +"Brucine is extracted from the false angostura* is it not?" +inquired Madame de Villefort. + +"Precisely, madame," replied Monte Cristo; "but I perceive I +have not much to teach you. Allow me to compliment you on +your knowledge; such learning is very rare among ladies." + +* Brucoea ferruginea. + +"Oh, I am aware of that," said Madame de Villefort; "but I +have a passion for the occult sciences, which speak to the +imagination like poetry, and are reducible to figures, like +an algebraic equation; but go on, I beg of you; what you say +interests me to the greatest degree." + +"Well," replied Monte Cristo "suppose, then, that this +poison was brucine, and you were to take a milligramme the +first day, two milligrammes the second day, and so on. Well, +at the end of ten days you would have taken a centigramme, +at the end of twenty days, increasing another milligramme, +you would have taken three hundred centigrammes; that is to +say, a dose which you would support without inconvenience, +and which would be very dangerous for any other person who +had not taken the same precautions as yourself. Well, then, +at the end of a month, when drinking water from the same +carafe, you would kill the person who drank with you, +without your perceiving, otherwise than from slight +inconvenience, that there was any poisonous substance +mingled with this water." + +"Do you know any other counter-poisons?" + +"I do not." + +"I have often read, and read again, the history of +Mithridates," said Madame de Villefort in a tone of +reflection, "and had always considered it a fable." + +"No, madame, contrary to most history, it is true; but what +you tell me, madame, what you inquire of me, is not the +result of a chance query, for two years ago you asked me the +same questions, and said then, that for a very long time +this history of Mithridates had occupied your mind." + +"True, sir. The two favorite studies of my youth were botany +and mineralogy, and subsequently, when I learned that the +use of simples frequently explained the whole history of a +people, and the entire life of individuals in the East, as +flowers betoken and symbolize a love affair, I have +regretted that I was not a man, that I might have been a +Flamel, a Fontana, or a Cabanis." + +"And the more, madame," said Monte Cristo, "as the Orientals +do not confine themselves, as did Mithridates, to make a +cuirass of his poisons, but they also made them a dagger. +Science becomes, in their hands, not only a defensive +weapon, but still more frequently an offensive one; the one +serves against all their physical sufferings, the other +against all their enemies. With opium, belladonna, brucaea, +snake-wood, and the cherry-laurel, they put to sleep all who +stand in their way. There is not one of those women, +Egyptian, Turkish, or Greek, whom here you call `good +women,' who do not know how, by means of chemistry, to +stupefy a doctor, and in psychology to amaze a confessor." + +"Really," said Madame de Villefort, whose eyes sparkled with +strange fire at this conversation. + +"Oh, yes, indeed, madame," continued Monte Cristo, "the +secret dramas of the East begin with a love philtre and end +with a death potion -- begin with paradise and end with -- +hell. There are as many elixirs of every kind as there are +caprices and peculiarities in the physical and moral nature +of humanity; and I will say further -- the art of these +chemists is capable with the utmost precision to accommodate +and proportion the remedy and the bane to yearnings for love +or desires for vengeance." + +"But, sir," remarked the young woman, "these Eastern +societies, in the midst of which you have passed a portion +of your existence, are as fantastic as the tales that come +from their strange land. A man can easily be put out of the +way there, then; it is, indeed, the Bagdad and Bassora of +the `Thousand and One Nights.' The sultans and viziers who +rule over society there, and who constitute what in France +we call the government, are really Haroun-al-Raschids and +Giaffars, who not only pardon a poisoner, but even make him +a prime minister, if his crime has been an ingenious one, +and who, under such circumstances, have the whole story +written in letters of gold, to divert their hours of +idleness and ennui." + +"By no means, madame; the fanciful exists no longer in the +East. There, disguised under other names, and concealed +under other costumes, are police agents, magistrates, +attorneys-general, and bailiffs. They hang, behead, and +impale their criminals in the most agreeable possible +manner; but some of these, like clever rogues, have +contrived to escape human justice, and succeed in their +fraudulent enterprises by cunning stratagems. Amongst us a +simpleton, possessed by the demon of hate or cupidity, who +has an enemy to destroy, or some near relation to dispose +of, goes straight to the grocer's or druggist's, gives a +false name, which leads more easily to his detection than +his real one, and under the pretext that the rats prevent +him from sleeping, purchases five or six grammes of arsenic +-- if he is really a cunning fellow, he goes to five or six +different druggists or grocers, and thereby becomes only +five or six times more easily traced; -- then, when he has +acquired his specific, he administers duly to his enemy, or +near kinsman, a dose of arsenic which would make a mammoth +or mastodon burst, and which, without rhyme or reason, makes +his victim utter groans which alarm the entire neighborhood. +Then arrive a crowd of policemen and constables. They fetch +a doctor, who opens the dead body, and collects from the +entrails and stomach a quantity of arsenic in a spoon. Next +day a hundred newspapers relate the fact, with the names of +the victim and the murderer. The same evening the grocer or +grocers, druggist or druggists, come and say, `It was I who +sold the arsenic to the gentleman;' and rather than not +recognize the guilty purchaser, they will recognize twenty. +Then the foolish criminal is taken, imprisoned, +interrogated, confronted, confounded, condemned, and cut off +by hemp or steel; or if she be a woman of any consideration, +they lock her up for life. This is the way in which you +Northerns understand chemistry, madame. Desrues was, +however, I must confess, more skilful." + +"What would you have, sir?" said the lady, laughing; "we do +what we can. All the world has not the secret of the Medicis +or the Borgias." + +"Now," replied the count, shrugging his shoulders, "shall I +tell you the cause of all these stupidities? It is because, +at your theatres, by what at least I could judge by reading +the pieces they play, they see persons swallow the contents +of a phial, or suck the button of a ring, and fall dead +instantly. Five minutes afterwards the curtain falls, and +the spectators depart. They are ignorant of the consequences +of the murder; they see neither the police commissary with +his badge of office, nor the corporal with his four men; and +so the poor fools believe that the whole thing is as easy as +lying. But go a little way from France -- go either to +Aleppo or Cairo, or only to Naples or Rome, and you will see +people passing by you in the streets -- people erect, +smiling, and fresh-colored, of whom Asmodeus, if you were +holding on by the skirt of his mantle, would say, `That man +was poisoned three weeks ago; he will be a dead man in a +month.'" + +"Then," remarked Madame de Villefort, "they have again +discovered the secret of the famous aquatofana that they +said was lost at Perugia." + +"Ah, but madame, does mankind ever lose anything? The arts +change about and make a tour of the world; things take a +different name, and the vulgar do not follow them -- that is +all; but there is always the same result. Poisons act +particularly on some organ or another -- one on the stomach, +another on the brain, another on the intestines. Well, the +poison brings on a cough, the cough an inflammation of the +lungs, or some other complaint catalogued in the book of +science, which, however, by no means precludes it from being +decidedly mortal; and if it were not, would be sure to +become so, thanks to the remedies applied by foolish +doctors, who are generally bad chemists, and which will act +in favor of or against the malady, as you please; and then +there is a human being killed according to all the rules of +art and skill, and of whom justice learns nothing, as was +said by a terrible chemist of my acquaintance, the worthy +Abbe Adelmonte of Taormina, in Sicily, who has studied these +national phenomena very profoundly." + +"It is quite frightful, but deeply interesting," said the +young lady, motionless with attention. "I thought, I must +confess, that these tales, were inventions of the Middle +Ages." + +"Yes, no doubt, but improved upon by ours. What is the use +of time, rewards of merit, medals, crosses, Monthyon prizes, +if they do not lead society towards more complete +perfection? Yet man will never be perfect until he learns to +create and destroy; he does know how to destroy, and that is +half the battle." + +"So," added Madame de Villefort, constantly returning to her +object, "the poisons of the Borgias, the Medicis, the Renes, +the Ruggieris, and later, probably, that of Baron de Trenck, +whose story has been so misused by modern drama and romance" +-- + +"Were objects of art, madame, and nothing more," replied the +count. "Do you suppose that the real savant addresses +himself stupidly to the mere individual? By no means. +Science loves eccentricities, leaps and bounds, trials of +strength, fancies, if I may be allowed so to term them. +Thus, for instance, the excellent Abbe Adelmonte, of whom I +spoke just now, made in this way some marvellous +experiments." + +"Really?" + +"Yes; I will mention one to you. He had a remarkably fine +garden, full of vegetables, flowers, and fruit. From amongst +these vegetables he selected the most simple -- a cabbage, +for instance. For three days he watered this cabbage with a +distillation of arsenic; on the third, the cabbage began to +droop and turn yellow. At that moment he cut it. In the eyes +of everybody it seemed fit for table, and preserved its +wholesome appearance. It was only poisoned to the Abbe +Adelmonte. He then took the cabbage to the room where he had +rabbits -- for the Abbe Adelmonte had a collection of +rabbits, cats, and guinea-pigs, fully as fine as his +collection of vegetables, flowers, and fruit. Well, the Abbe +Adelmonte took a rabbit, and made it eat a leaf of the +cabbage. The rabbit died. What magistrate would find, or +even venture to insinuate, anything against this? What +procureur has ever ventured to draw up an accusation against +M. Magendie or M. Flourens, in consequence of the rabbits, +cats, and guinea-pigs they have killed? -- not one. So, +then, the rabbit dies, and justice takes no notice. This +rabbit dead, the Abbe Adelmonte has its entrails taken out +by his cook and thrown on the dunghill; on this dunghill is +a hen, who, pecking these intestines, is in her turn taken +ill, and dies next day. At the moment when she is struggling +in the convulsions of death, a vulture is flying by (there +are a good many vultures in Adelmonte's country); this bird +darts on the dead fowl, and carries it away to a rock, where +it dines off its prey. Three days afterwards, this poor +vulture, which has been very much indisposed since that +dinner, suddenly feels very giddy while flying aloft in the +clouds, and falls heavily into a fish-pond. The pike, eels, +and carp eat greedily always, as everybody knows -- well, +they feast on the vulture. Now suppose that next day, one of +these eels, or pike, or carp, poisoned at the fourth remove, +is served up at your table. Well, then, your guest will be +poisoned at the fifth remove, and die, at the end of eight +or ten days, of pains in the intestines, sickness, or +abscess of the pylorus. The doctors open the body and say +with an air of profound learning, `The subject his died of a +tumor on the liver, or of typhoid fever!'" + +"But," remarked Madame de Villefort, "all these +circumstances which you link thus to one another may be +broken by the least accident; the vulture may not see the +fowl, or may fall a hundred yards from the fish-pond." + +"Ah, that is where the art comes in. To be a great chemist +in the East, one must direct chance; and this is to be +achieved." -- Madame de Villefort was in deep thought, yet +listened attentively. "But," she exclaimed, suddenly, +"arsenic is indelible, indestructible; in whatsoever way it +is absorbed, it will be found again in the body of the +victim from the moment when it has been taken in sufficient +quantity to cause death." + +"Precisely so," cried Monte Cristo -- "precisely so; and +this is what I said to my worthy Adelmonte. He reflected, +smiled, and replied to me by a Sicilian proverb, which I +believe is also a French proverb, `My son, the world was not +made in a day -- but in seven. Return on Sunday.' On the +Sunday following I did return to him. Instead of having +watered his cabbage with arsenic, he had watered it this +time with a solution of salts, having their basis in +strychnine, strychnos colubrina, as the learned term it. +Now, the cabbage had not the slightest appearance of disease +in the world, and the rabbit had not the smallest distrust; +yet, five minutes afterwards, the rabbit was dead. The fowl +pecked at the rabbit, and the next day was a dead hen. This +time we were the vultures; so we opened the bird, and this +time all special symptoms had disappeared, there were only +general symptoms. There was no peculiar indication in any +organ -- an excitement of the nervous system -- that was it; +a case of cerebral congestion -- nothing more. The fowl had +not been poisoned -- she had died of apoplexy. Apoplexy is a +rare disease among fowls, I believe, but very common among +men." Madame de Villefort appeared more and more thoughtful. + +"It is very fortunate," she observed, "that such substances +could only be prepared by chemists; otherwise, all the world +would be poisoning each other." + +"By chemists and persons who have a taste for chemistry," +said Monte Cristo carelessly. + +"And then," said Madame de Villefort, endeavoring by a +struggle, and with effort, to get away from her thoughts, +"however skilfully it is prepared, crime is always crime, +and if it avoid human scrutiny, it does not escape the eye +of God. The Orientals are stronger than we are in cases of +conscience, and, very prudently, have no hell -- that is the +point." + +"Really, madame, this is a scruple which naturally must +occur to a pure mind like yours, but which would easily +yield before sound reasoning. The bad side of human thought +will always be defined by the paradox of Jean Jacques +Rousseau, -- you remember, -- the mandarin who is killed +five hundred leagues off by raising the tip of the finger. +Man's whole life passes in doing these things, and his +intellect is exhausted by reflecting on them. You will find +very few persons who will go and brutally thrust a knife in +the heart of a fellow-creature, or will administer to him, +in order to remove him from the surface of the globe on +which we move with life and animation, that quantity of +arsenic of which we just now talked. Such a thing is really +out of rule -- eccentric or stupid. To attain such a point, +the blood must be heated to thirty-six degrees, the pulse +be, at least, at ninety, and the feelings excited beyond the +ordinary limit. But suppose one pass, as is permissible in +philology, from the word itself to its softened synonym, +then, instead of committing an ignoble assassination you +make an `elimination;' you merely and simply remove from +your path the individual who is in your way, and that +without shock or violence, without the display of the +sufferings which, in the case of becoming a punishment, make +a martyr of the victim, and a butcher, in every sense of the +word, of him who inflicts them. Then there will be no blood, +no groans, no convulsions, and above all, no consciousness +of that horrid and compromising moment of accomplishing the +act, -- then one escapes the clutch of the human law, which +says, `Do not disturb society!' This is the mode in which +they manage these things, and succeed in Eastern climes, +where there are grave and phlegmatic persons who care very +little for the questions of time in conjunctures of +importance." + +"Yet conscience remains," remarked Madame de Villefort in an +agitated voice, and with a stifled sigh. + +"Yes," answered Monte Cristo "happily, yes, conscience does +remain; and if it did not, how wretched we should be! After +every action requiring exertion, it is conscience that saves +us, for it supplies us with a thousand good excuses, of +which we alone are judges; and these reasons, howsoever +excellent in producing sleep, would avail us but very little +before a tribunal, when we were tried for our lives. Thus +Richard III., for instance, was marvellously served by his +conscience after the putting away of the two children of +Edward IV.; in fact, he could say, `These two children of a +cruel and persecuting king, who have inherited the vices of +their father, which I alone could perceive in their juvenile +propensities -- these two children are impediments in my way +of promoting the happiness of the English people, whose +unhappiness they (the children) would infallibly have +caused.' Thus was Lady Macbeth served by her conscience, +when she sought to give her son, and not her husband +(whatever Shakspeare may say), a throne. Ah, maternal love +is a great virtue, a powerful motive -- so powerful that it +excuses a multitude of things, even if, after Duncan's +death, Lady Macbeth had been at all pricked by her +conscience." + +Madame de Villefort listened with avidity to these appalling +maxims and horrible paradoxes, delivered by the count with +that ironical simplicity which was peculiar to him. After a +moment's silence, the lady inquired, "Do you know, my dear +count," she said, "that you are a very terrible reasoner, +and that you look at the world through a somewhat +distempered medium? Have you really measured the world by +scrutinies, or through alembics and crucibles? For you must +indeed be a great chemist, and the elixir you administered +to my son, which recalled him to life almost +instantaneously" -- + +"Oh, do not place any reliance on that, madame; one drop of +that elixir sufficed to recall life to a dying child, but +three drops would have impelled the blood into his lungs in +such a way as to have produced most violent palpitations; +six would have suspended his respiration, and caused syncope +more serious than that in which he was; ten would have +destroyed him. You know, madame, how suddenly I snatched him +from those phials which he so imprudently touched?" + +"Is it then so terrible a poison?" + +"Oh, no. In the first place, let us agree that the word +poison does not exist, because in medicine use is made of +the most violent poisons, which become, according as they +are employed, most salutary remedies." + +"What, then, is it?" + +"A skilful preparation of my friend's the worthy Abbe +Adelmonte, who taught me the use of it." + +"Oh," observed Madame de Villefort, "it must be an admirable +anti-spasmodic." + +"Perfect, madame, as you have seen," replied the count; "and +I frequently make use of it -- with all possible prudence +though, be it observed," he added with a smile of +intelligence. + +"Most assuredly," responded Madame de Villefort in the same +tone. "As for me, so nervous, and so subject to fainting +fits, I should require a Doctor Adelmonte to invent for me +some means of breathing freely and tranquillizing my mind, +in the fear I have of dying some fine day of suffocation. In +the meanwhile, as the thing is difficult to find in France, +and your abbe is not probably disposed to make a journey to +Paris on my account, I must continue to use Monsieur +Planche's anti-spasmodics; and mint and Hoffman's drops are +among my favorite remedies. Here are some lozenges which I +have made up on purpose; they are compounded doubly strong." +Monte Cristo opened the tortoise-shell box, which the lady +presented to him, and inhaled the odor of the lozenges with +the air of an amateur who thoroughly appreciated their +composition. "They are indeed exquisite," he said; "but as +they are necessarily submitted to the process of deglutition +-- a function which it is frequently impossible for a +fainting person to accomplish -- I prefer my own specific." + +"Undoubtedly, and so should I prefer it, after the effects I +have seen produced; but of course it is a secret, and I am +not so indiscreet as to ask it of you." + +"But I," said Monte Cristo, rising as he spoke -- "I am +gallant enough to offer it you." + +"How kind you are." + +"Only remember one thing -- a small dose is a remedy, a +large one is poison. One drop will restore life, as you have +seen; five or six will inevitably kill, and in a way the +more terrible inasmuch as, poured into a glass of wine, it +would not in the slightest degree affect its flavor. But I +say no more, madame; it is really as if I were prescribing +for you." The clock struck half-past six, and a lady was +announced, a friend of Madame de Villefort, who came to dine +with her. + +"If I had had the honor of seeing you for the third or +fourth time, count, instead of only for the second," said +Madame de Villefort; "if I had had the honor of being your +friend, instead of only having the happiness of being under +an obligation to you, I should insist on detaining you to +dinner, and not allow myself to be daunted by a first +refusal." + +"A thousand thanks, madame," replied Monte Cristo "but I +have an engagement which I cannot break. I have promised to +escort to the Academie a Greek princess of my acquaintance +who has never seen your grand opera, and who relies on me to +conduct her thither." + +"Adieu, then, sir, and do not forget the prescription." + +"Ah, in truth, madame, to do that I must forget the hour's +conversation I have had with you, which is indeed +impossible." Monte Cristo bowed, and left the house. Madame +de Villefort remained immersed in thought. "He is a very +strange man," she said, "and in my opinion is himself the +Adelmonte he talks about." As to Monte Cristo the result had +surpassed his utmost expectations. "Good," said he, as he +went away; "this is a fruitful soil, and I feel certain that +the seed sown will not be cast on barren ground." Next +morning, faithful to his promise, he sent the prescription +requested. + + + +Chapter 53 +Robert le Diable. + +The pretext of an opera engagement was so much the more +feasible, as there chanced to be on that very night a more +than ordinary attraction at the Academie Royale. Levasseur, +who had been suffering under severe illness, made his +reappearance in the character of Bertrand, and, as usual, +the announcement of the most admired production of the +favorite composer of the day had attracteda brilliant and +fashionable audience. Morcerf, like most other young men of +rank and fortune, had his orchestra stall, with the +certainty of always finding a seat in at least a dozen of +the principal boxes occupied by persons of his acquaintance; +he had, moreover, his right of entry into the omnibus box. +Chateau-Renaud rented a stall beside his own, while +Beauchamp, as a journalist, had unlimited range all over the +theatre. It happened that on this particular night the +minister's box was placed at the disposal of Lucien Debray, +who offered it to the Comte de Morcerf, who again, upon his +mother's rejection of it, sent it to Danglars, with an +intimation that he should probably do himself the honor of +joining the baroness and her daughter during the evening, in +the event of their accepting the box in question. The ladies +received the offer with too much pleasure to dream of a +refusal. To no class of persons is the presentation of a +gratuitous opera-box more acceptable than to the wealthy +millionaire, who still hugs economy while boasting of +carrying a king's ransom in his waistcoat pocket. + +Danglars had, however, protested against showing himself in +a ministerial box, declaring that his political principles, +and his parliamentary position as member of the opposition +party would not permit him so to commit himself; the +baroness had, therefore, despatched a note to Lucien Debray, +bidding him call for them, it being wholly impossible for +her to go alone with Eugenie to the opera. There is no +gainsaying the fact that a very unfavorable construction +would have been put upon the circumstance if the two women +had gone without escort, while the addition of a third, in +the person of her mother's admitted lover, enabled +Mademoiselle Danglars to defy malice and ill-nature. One +must take the world as one finds it. + +The curtain rose, as usual, to an almost empty house, it +being one of the absurdities of Parisian fashion never to +appear at the opera until after the beginning of the +performance, so that the first act is generally played +without the slightest attention being paid to it, that part +of the audience already assembled being too much occupied in +observing the fresh arrivals, while nothing is heard but the +noise of opening and shutting doors, and the buzz of +conversation. "Surely," said Albert, as the door of a box on +the first circle opened, "that must be the Countess G---- +." + +"And who is the Countess G---- ?" inquired Chateau-Renaud. + +"What a question! Now, do you know, baron, I have a great +mind to pick a quarrel with you for asking it; as if all the +world did not know who the Countess G---- was." + +"Ah, to be sure," replied Chateau-Renaud; "the lovely +Venetian, is it not?" + +"Herself." At this moment the countess perceived Albert, and +returned his salutation with a smile. "You know her, it +seems?" said Chateau-Renaud. + +"Franz introduced me to her at Rome," replied Albert. + +"Well, then, will you do as much for me in Paris as Franz +did for you in Rome?" + +"With pleasure." + +There was a cry of "Shut up!" from the audience. This +manifestation on the part of the spectators of their wish to +be allowed to hear the music, produced not the slightest +effect on the two young men, who continued their +conversation. "The countess was present at the races in the +Champ-de-Mars," said Chateau-Renaud. + +"To-day?" + +"Yes." + +"Bless me, I quite forgot the races. Did you bet?" + +"Oh, merely a paltry fifty louis." + +"And who was the winner?" + +"Nautilus. I staked on him." + +"But there were three races, were there not?" + +"Yes; there was the prize given by the Jockey Club -- a gold +cup, you know -- and a very singular circumstance occurred +about that race." + +"What was it?" + +"Oh, shut up!" again interposed some of the audience. + +"Why, it was won by a horse and rider utterly unknown on the +course." + +"Is that possible?" + +"True as day. The fact was, nobody had observed a horse +entered by the name of Vampa, or that of a jockey styled +Job, when, at the last moment, a splendid roan, mounted by a +jockey about as big as your fist, presented themselves at +the starting-post. They were obliged to stuff at least +twenty pounds weight of shot in the small rider's pockets, +to make him weight; but with all that he outstripped Ariel +and Barbare, against whom he ran, by at least three whole +lengths." + +"And was it not found out at last to whom the horse and +jockey belonged?" + +"No." + +"You say that the horse was entered under the name of +Vampa?" + +"Exactly; that was the title." + +"Then," answered Albert, "I am better informed than you are, +and know who the owner of that horse was." + +"Shut up, there!" cried the pit in chorus. And this time the +tone and manner in which the command was given, betokened +such growing hostility that the two young men perceived, for +the first time, that the mandate was addressed to them. +Leisurely turning round, they calmly scrutinized the various +countenances around them, as though demanding some one +person who would take upon himself the responsibility of +what they deemed excessive impertinence; but as no one +responded to the challenge, the friends turned again to the +front of the theatre, and affected to busy themselves with +the stage. At this moment the door of the minister's box +opened, and Madame Danglars, accompanied by her daughter, +entered, escorted by Lucien Debray, who assiduously +conducted them to their seats. + +"Ha, ha," said Chateau-Renaud, "here comes some friends of +yours, viscount! What are you looking at there? don't you +see they are trying to catch your eye?" Albert turned round, +just in time to receive a gracious wave of the fan from the +baroness; as for Mademoiselle Eugenie, she scarcely +vouchsafed to waste the glances of her large black eyes even +upon the business of the stage. "I tell you what, my dear +fellow," said Chateau-Renaud, "I cannot imagine what +objection you can possibly have to Mademoiselle Danglars -- +that is, setting aside her want of ancestry and somewhat +inferior rank, which by the way I don't think you care very +much about. Now, barring all that, I mean to say she is a +deuced fine girl!" + +"Handsome, certainly," replied Albert, "but not to my taste, +which I confess, inclines to something softer, gentler, and +more feminine." + +"Ah, well," exclaimed Chateau-Renaud, who because he had +seen his thirtieth summer fancied himself duly warranted in +assuming a sort of paternal air with his more youthful +friend, "you young people are never satisfied; why, what +would you have more? your parents have chosen you a bride +built on the model of Diana, the huntress, and yet you are +not content." + +"No, for that very resemblance affrights me; I should have +liked something more in the manner of the Venus of Milo or +Capua; but this chase-loving Diana continually surrounded by +her nymphs gives me a sort of alarm lest she should some day +bring on me the fate of Actaeon." + +And, indeed, it required but one glance at Mademoiselle +Danglars to comprehend the justness of Morcerf's remark -- +she was beautiful, but her beauty was of too marked and +decided a character to please a fastidious taste; her hair +was raven black, but its natural waves seemed somewhat +rebellious; her eyes, of the same color as her hair, were +surmounted by well-arched brows, whose great defect, +however, consisted in an almost habitual frown, while her +whole physiognomy wore that expression of firmness and +decision so little in accordance with the gentler attributes +of her sex -- her nose was precisely what a sculptor would +have chosen for a chiselled Juno. Her mouth, which might +have been found fault with as too large, displayed teeth of +pearly whiteness, rendered still more conspicuous by the +brilliant carmine of her lips, contrasting vividly with her +naturally pale complexion. But that which completed the +almost masculine look Morcerf found so little to his taste, +was a dark mole, of much larger dimensions than these freaks +of nature generally are, placed just at the corner of her +mouth; and the effect tended to increase the expression of +self-dependence that characterized her countenance. The rest +of Mademoiselle Eugenie's person was in perfect keeping with +the head just described; she, indeed, reminded one of Diana, +as Chateau-Renaud observed, but her bearing was more haughty +and resolute. As regarded her attainments, the only fault to +be found with them was the same that a fastidious +connoisseur might have found with her beauty, that they were +somewhat too erudite and masculine for so young a person. +She was a perfect linguist, a first-rate artist, wrote +poetry, and composed music; to the study of the latter she +professed to be entirely devoted, following it with an +indefatigable perseverance, assisted by a schoolfellow, -- a +young woman without fortune whose talent promised to develop +into remarkable powers as a singer. It was rumored that she +was an object of almost paternal interest to one of the +principal composers of the day, who excited her to spare no +pains in the cultivation of her voice, which might hereafter +prove a source of wealth and independence. But this counsel +effectually decided Mademoiselle Danglars never to commit +herself by being seen in public with one destined for a +theatrical life; and acting upon this principle, the +banker's daughter, though perfectly willing to allow +Mademoiselle Louise d'Armilly (that was the name of the +young virtuosa) to practice with her through the day, took +especial care not to be seen in her company. Still, though +not actually received at the Hotel Danglars in the light of +an acknowledged friend, Louise was treated with far more +kindness and consideration than is usually bestowed on a +governess. + +The curtain fell almost immediately after the entrance of +Madame Danglars into her box, the band quitted the orchestra +for the accustomed half-hour's interval allowed between the +acts, and the audience were left at liberty to promenade the +salon or lobbies, or to pay and receive visits in their +respective boxes. Morcerf and Chateau-Renaud were amongst +the first to avail themselves of this permission. For an +instant the idea struck Madame Danglars that this eagerness +on the part of the young viscount arose from his impatience +to join her party, and she whispered her expectations to her +daughter, that Albert was hurrying to pay his respects to +them. Mademoiselle Eugenie, however, merely returned a +dissenting movement of the head, while, with a cold smile, +she directed the attention of her mother to an opposite box +on the first circle, in which sat the Countess G---- , and +where Morcerf had just made his appearance. "So we meet +again, my travelling friend, do we?" cried the countess, +extending her hand to him with all the warmth and cordiality +of an old acquaintance; "it was really very good of you to +recognize me so quickly, and still more so to bestow your +first visit on me." + +"Be assured," replied Albert, "that if I had been aware of +your arrival in Paris, and had known your address, I should +have paid my respects to you before this. Allow me to +introduce my friend, Baron de Chateau-Renaud, one of the few +true gentlemen now to be found in France, and from whom I +have just learned that you were a spectator of the races in +the Champ-de-Mars, yesterday." Chateau-Renaud bowed to the +countess. + +"So you were at the races, baron?" inquired the countess +eagerly. + +"Yes, madame." + +"Well, then," pursued Madame G---- with considerable +animation, "you can probably tell me who won the Jockey Club +stakes?" + +"I am sorry to say I cannot," replied the baron; "and I was +just asking the same question of Albert." + +"Are you very anxious to know, countess?" asked Albert. + +"To know what?" + +"The name of the owner of the winning horse?" + +"Excessively; only imagine -- but do tell me, viscount, +whether you really are acquainted with it or no?" + +"I beg your pardon, madame, but you were about to relate +some story, were you not? You said, `only imagine,' -- and +then paused. Pray continue." + +"Well, then, listen. You must know I felt so interested in +the splendid roan horse, with his elegant little rider, so +tastefully dressed in a pink satin jacket and cap, that I +could not help praying for their success with as much +earnestness as though the half of my fortune were at stake; +and when I saw them outstrip all the others, and come to the +winning-post in such gallant style, I actually clapped my +hands with joy. Imagine my surprise, when, upon returning +home, the first object I met on the staircase was the +identical jockey in the pink jacket! I concluded that, by +some singular chance, the owner of the winning horse must +live in the same hotel as myself; but, as I entered my +apartments, I beheld the very gold cup awarded as a prize to +the unknown horse and rider. Inside the cup was a small +piece of paper, on which were written these words -- `From +Lord Ruthven to Countess G---- .'" + +"Precisely; I was sure of it," said Morcerf. + +"Sure of what?" + +"That the owner of the horse was Lord Ruthven himself." + +"What Lord Ruthven do you mean?" + +"Why, our Lord Ruthven -- the Vampire of the Salle +Argentino!" + +"Is it possible?" exclaimed the countess; "is he here in +Paris?" + +"To be sure, -- why not?" + +"And you visit him? -- meet him at your own house and +elsewhere?" + +"I assure you he is my most intimate friend, and M. de +Chateau-Renaud has also the honor of his acquaintance." + +"But why are you so sure of his being the winner of the +Jockey Club prize?" + +"Was not the winning horse entered by the name of Vampa?" + +"What of that?" + +"Why, do you not recollect the name of the celebrated bandit +by whom I was made prisoner?" + +"Oh, yes." + +"And from whose hands the count extricated me in so +wonderful a manner?" + +"To be sure, I remember it all now." + +"He called himself Vampa. You see. it's evident where the +count got the name." + +"But what could have been his motive for sending the cup to +me?" + +"In the first place, because I had spoken much of you to +him, as you may believe; and in the second, because he +delighted to see a countrywoman take so lively an interest +in his success." + +"I trust and hope you never repeated to the count all the +foolish remarks we used to make about him?" + +"I should not like to affirm upon oath that I have not. +Besides, his presenting you the cup under the name of Lord +Ruthven" -- + +"Oh, but that is dreadful! Why, the man must owe me a +fearful grudge." + +"Does his action appear like that of an enemy?" + +"No; certainly not." + +"Well, then" -- + +"And so he is in Paris?" + +"Yes." + +"And what effect does he produce?" + +"Why," said Albert, "he was talked about for a week; then +the coronation of the queen of England took place, followed +by the theft of Mademoiselle Mars's diamonds; and so people +talked of something else." + +"My good fellow," said Chateau-Renaud, "the count is your +friend and you treat him accordingly. Do not believe what +Albert is telling you, countess; so far from the sensation +excited in the Parisian circles by the appearance of the +Count of Monte Cristo having abated, I take upon myself to +declare that it is as strong as ever. His first astounding +act upon coming amongst us was to present a pair of horses, +worth 32,000 francs, to Madame Danglars; his second, the +almost miraculous preservation of Madame de Villefort's +life; now it seems that he has carried off the prize awarded +by the Jockey Club. I therefore maintain, in spite of +Morcerf, that not only is the count the object of interest +at this present moment, but also that he will continue to be +so for a month longer if he pleases to exhibit an +eccentricity of conduct which, after all, may be his +ordinary mode of existence." + +"Perhaps you are right," said Morcerf; "meanwhile, who is in +the Russian ambassador's box?" + +"Which box do you mean?" asked the countess. + +"The one between the pillars on the first tier -- it seems +to have been fitted up entirely afresh." + +"Did you observe any one during the first act?" asked +Chateau-Renaud. + +"Where?" + +"In that box." + +"No," replied the countess, "it was certainly empty during +the first act;" then, resuming the subject of their previous +conversation, she said, "And so you really believe it was +your mysterious Count of Monte Cristo that gained the +prize?" + +"I am sure of it." + +"And who afterwards sent the cup to me?" + +"Undoubtedly." + +"But I don't know him," said the countess; "I have a great +mind to return it." + +"Do no such thing, I beg of you; he would only send you +another, formed of a magnificent sapphire, or hollowed out +of a gigantic ruby. It is his way, and you must take him as +you find him." At this moment the bell rang to announce the +drawing up of the curtain for the second act. Albert rose to +return to his place. "Shall I see you again?" asked the +countess. "At the end of the next act, with your permission, +I will come and inquire whether there is anything I can do +for you in Paris?" + +"Pray take notice," said the countess, "that my present +residence is 22 Rue de Rivoli, and that I am at home to my +friends every Saturday evening. So now, you are both +forewarned." The young men bowed, and quitted the box. Upon +reaching their stalls, they found the whole of the audience +in the parterre standing up and directing their gaze towards +the box formerly possessed by the Russian ambassador. A man +of from thirty-five to forty years of age, dressed in deep +black, had just entered, accompanied by a young woman +dressed after the Eastern style. The lady was surpassingly +beautiful, while the rich magnificence of her attire drew +all eyes upon her. "Hullo," said Albert; "it is Monte Cristo +and his Greek!" + +The strangers were, indeed, no other than the count and +Haidee. In a few moments the young girl had attracted the +attention of the whole house, and even the occupants of the +boxes leaned forward to scrutinize her magnificent diamonds. +The second act passed away during one continued buzz of +voices -- one deep whisper -- intimating that some great and +universally interesting event had occurred; all eyes, all +thoughts, were occupied with the young and beautiful woman, +whose gorgeous apparel and splendid jewels made a most +extraordinary spectacle. Upon this occasion an unmistakable +sign from Madame Danglars intimated her desire to see Albert +in her box directly the curtain fell on the second act, and +neither the politeness nor good taste of Morcerf would +permit his neglecting an invitation so unequivocally given. +At the close of the act he therefore went to the baroness. +Having bowed to the two ladies, he extended his hand to +Debray. By the baroness he was most graciously welcomed, +while Eugenie received him with her accustomed coldness. + +"My dear fellow," said Debray, "you have come in the nick of +time. There is madame overwhelming me with questions +respecting the count; she insists upon it that I can tell +her his birth, education, and parentage, where he came from, +and whither he is going. Being no disciple of Cagliostro, I +was wholly unable to do this; so, by way of getting out of +the scrape, I said, `Ask Morcerf; he has got the whole +history of his beloved Monte Cristo at his fingers' ends;' +whereupon the baroness signified her desire to see you." + +"Is it not almost incredible," said Madame Danglars, "that a +person having at least half a million of secret-service +money at his command, should possess so little information?" + +"Let me assure you, madame," said Lucien, "that had I really +the sum you mention at my disposal, I would employ it more +profitably than in troubling myself to obtain particulars +respecting the Count of Monte Cristo, whose only merit in my +eyes consists in his being twice as rich as a nabob. +However, I have turned the business over to Morcerf, so pray +settle it with him as may be most agreeable to you; for my +own part, I care nothing about the count or his mysterious +doings." + +"I am very sure no nabob would have sent me a pair of horses +worth 32,000 francs, wearing on their heads four diamonds +valued at 5,000 francs each." + +"He seems to have a mania for diamonds," said Morcerf, +smiling, "and I verily believe that, like Potemkin, he keeps +his pockets filled, for the sake of strewing them along the +road, as Tom Thumb did his flint stones." + +"Perhaps he has discovered some mine," said Madame Danglars. +"I suppose you know he has an order for unlimited credit on +the baron's banking establishment?" + +"I was not aware of it," replied Albert, "but I can readily +believe it." + +"And, further, that he stated to M. Danglars his intention +of only staying a year in Paris, during which time he +proposed to spend six millions. + +"He must be the Shah of Persia, travelling incog." + +"Have you noticed the remarkable beauty of the young woman, +M. Lucien?" inquired Eugenie. + +"I really never met with one woman so ready to do justice to +the charms of another as yourself," responded Lucien, +raising his lorgnette to his eye. "A most lovely creature, +upon my soul!" was his verdict. + +"Who is this young person, M. de Morcerf?" inquired Eugenie; +"does anybody know?" + +"Mademoiselle," said Albert, replying to this direct appeal, +"I can give you very exact information on that subject, as +well as on most points relative to the mysterious person of +whom we are now conversing -- the young woman is a Greek." + +"So I should suppose by her dress; if you know no more than +that, every one here is as well-informed as yourself." + +"I am extremely sorry you find me so ignorant a cicerone," +replied Morcerf, "but I am reluctantly obliged to confess, I +have nothing further to communicate -- yes, stay, I do know +one thing more, namely, that she is a musician, for one day +when I chanced to be breakfasting with the count, I heard +the sound of a guzla -- it is impossible that it could have +been touched by any other finger than her own." + +"Then your count entertains visitors, does he?" asked Madame +Danglars. + +"Indeed he does, and in a most lavish manner, I can assure +you." + +"I must try and persuade M. Danglars to invite him to a ball +or dinner, or something of the sort, that he may be +compelled to ask us in return." + +"What," said Debray, laughing; "do you really mean you would +go to his house?" + +"Why not? my husband could accompany me." + +"But do you know this mysterious count is a bachelor?" + +"You have ample proof to the contrary, if you look +opposite," said the baroness, as she laughingly pointed to +the beautiful Greek. + +"No, no!" exclaimed Debray; "that girl is not his wife: he +told us himself she was his slave. Do you not recollect, +Morcerf, his telling us so at your breakfast?" + +"Well, then," said the baroness, "if slave she be, she has +all the air and manner of a princess." + +"Of the `Arabian Nights'?" + +"If you like; but tell me, my dear Lucien, what it is that +constitutes a princess. Why, diamonds -- and she is covered +with them." + +"To me she seems overloaded," observed Eugenie; "she would +look far better if she wore fewer, and we should then be +able to see her finely formed throat and wrists." + +"See how the artist peeps out!" exclaimed Madame Danglars. +"My poor Eugenie, you must conceal your passion for the fine +arts." + +"I admire all that is beautiful," returned the young lady. + +"What do you think of the count?" inquired Debray; "he is +not much amiss, according to my ideas of good looks." + +"The count," repeated Eugenie, as though it had not occurred +to her to observe him sooner; "the count? -- oh, he is so +dreadfully pale." + +"I quite agree with you," said Morcerf; "and the secret of +that very pallor is what we want to find out. The Countess +G---- insists upon it that he is a vampire." + +"Then the Countess G---- has returned to Paris, has she?" +inquired the baroness. + +"Is that she, mamma?" asked Eugenie; "almost opposite to us, +with that profusion of beautiful light hair?" + +"Yes," said Madame Danglars, "that is she. Shall I tell you +what you ought to do, Morcerf?" + +"Command me, madame." + +"Well, then, you should go and bring your Count of Monte +Cristo to us." + +"What for?" asked Eugenie. + +"What for? Why, to converse with him, of course. Have you +really no desire to meet him?" + +"None whatever," replied Eugenie. + +"Strange child," murmured the baroness. + +"He will very probably come of his own accord," said +Morcerf. "There; do you see, madame, he recognizes you, and +bows." The baroness returned the salute in the most smiling +and graceful manner. + +"Well," said Morcerf, "I may as well be magnanimous, and +tear myself away to forward your wishes. Adieu; I will go +and try if there are any means of speaking to him." + +"Go straight to his box; that will be the simplest plan." + +"But I have never been presented." + +"Presented to whom?" + +"To the beautiful Greek." + +"You say she is only a slave?" + +"While you assert that she is a queen, or at least a +princess. No; I hope that when he sees me leave you, he will +come out." + +"That is possible -- go." + +"I am going," said Albert, as he made his parting bow. Just +as he was passing the count's box, the door opened, and +Monte Cristo came forth. After giving some directions to +Ali, who stood in the lobby, the count took Albert's arm. +Carefully closing the box door, Ali placed himself before +it, while a crowd of spectators assembled round the Nubian. + +"Upon my word," said Monte Cristo, "Paris is a strange city, +and the Parisians a very singular people. See that cluster +of persons collected around poor Ali, who is as much +astonished as themselves; really one might suppose he was +the only Nubian they had ever beheld. Now I can promise you, +that a Frenchman might show himself in public, either in +Tunis, Constantinople, Bagdad, or Cairo, without being +treated in that way." + +"That shows that the Eastern nations have too much good +sense to waste their time and attention on objects +undeserving of either. However, as far as Ali is concerned, +I can assure you, the interest he excites is merely from the +circumstance of his being your attendant -- you, who are at +this moment the most celebrated and fashionable person in +Paris." + +"Really? and what has procured me so fluttering a +distinction?" + +"What? why, yourself, to be sure! You give away horses worth +a thousand louis; you save the lives of ladies of high rank +and beauty; under the name of Major Brack you run +thoroughbreds ridden by tiny urchins not larger than +marmots; then, when you have carried off the golden trophy +of victory, instead of setting any value on it, you give it +to the first handsome woman you think of!" + +"And who has filled your head with all this nonsense?" + +"Why, in the first place, I heard it from Madame Danglars, +who, by the by, is dying to see you in her box, or to have +you seen there by others; secondly, I learned it from +Beauchamp's journal; and thirdly, from my own imagination. +Why, if you sought concealment, did you call your horse +Vampa?" + +"That was an oversight, certainly," replied the count; "but +tell me, does the Count of Morcerf never visit the Opera? I +have been looking for him, but without success." + +"He will be here to-night." + +"In what part of the house?" + +"In the baroness's box, I believe." + +"That charming young woman with her is her daughter?" + +"Yes." + +"I congratulate you." Morcerf smiled. "We will discuss that +subject at length some future time," said he. "But what do +you think of the music?" + +"What music?" + +"Why, the music you have been listening to." + +"Oh, it is well enough as the production of a human +composer, sung by featherless bipeds, to quote the late +Diogenes." + +"From which it would seem, my dear count, that you can at +pleasure enjoy the seraphic strains that proceed from the +seven choirs of paradise?" + +"You are right, in some degree; when I wish to listen to +sounds more exquisitely attuned to melody than mortal ear +ever yet listened to, I go to sleep." + +"Then sleep here, my dear count. The conditions are +favorable; what else was opera invented for?" + +"No, thank you. Your orchestra is too noisy. To sleep after +the manner I speak of, absolute calm and silence are +necessary, and then a certain preparation" -- + +"I know -- the famous hashish!" + +"Precisely. So, my dear viscount, whenever you wish to be +regaled with music come and sup with me." + +"I have already enjoyed that treat when breakfasting with +you," said Morcerf. + +"Do you mean at Rome?" + +"I do." + +"Ah, then, I suppose you heard Haidee's guzla; the poor +exile frequently beguiles a weary hour in playing over to me +the airs of her native land." Morcerf did not pursue the +subject, and Monte Cristo himself fell into a silent +reverie. The bell rang at this moment for the rising of the +curtain. "You will excuse my leaving you," said the count, +turning in the direction of his box. + +"What? Are you going?" + +"Pray, say everything that is kind to Countess G---- on the +part of her friend the Vampire." + +"And what message shall I convey to the baroness!" + +"That, with her permission, I shall do myself the honor of +paying my respects in the course of the evening." + +The third act had begun; and during its progress the Count +of Morcerf, according to his promise, made his appearance in +the box of Madame Danglars. The Count of Morcerf was not a +person to excite either interest or curiosity in a place of +public amusement; his presence, therefore, was wholly +unnoticed, save by the occupants of the box in which he had +just seated himself. The quick eye of Monte Cristo however, +marked his coming; and a slight though meaning smile passed +over his lips. Haidee, whose soul seemed centred in the +business of the stage, like all unsophisticated natures, +delighted in whatever addressed itself to the eye or ear. + +The third act passed off as usual. Mesdemoiselles Noblet, +Julie, and Leroux executed the customary pirouettes; Robert +duly challenged the Prince of Granada; and the royal father +of the princess Isabella, taking his daughter by the hand, +swept round the stage with majestic strides, the better to +display the rich folds of his velvet robe and mantle. After +which the curtain again fell, and the spectators poured +forth from the theatre into the lobbies and salon. The count +left his box, and a moment later was saluting the Baronne +Danglars, who could not restrain a cry of mingled pleasure +and surprise. "You are welcome, count!" she exclaimed, as he +entered. "I have been most anxious to see you, that I might +repeat orally the thanks writing can so ill express." + +"Surely so trifling a circumstance cannot deserve a place in +your remembrance. Believe me, madame, I had entirely +forgotten it." + +"But it is not so easy to forget, monsieur, that the very +next day after your princely gift you saved the life of my +dear friend, Madame de Villefort, which was endangered by +the very animals your generosity restored to me." + +"This time, at least, I do not deserve your thanks. It was +Ali, my Nubian slave, who rendered this service to Madame de +Villefort." + +"Was it Ali," asked the Count of Morcerf, "who rescued my +son from the hands of bandits?" + +"No, count," replied Monte Cristo taking the hand held out +to him by the general; "in this instance I may fairly and +freely accept your thanks; but you have already tendered +them, and fully discharged your debt -- if indeed there +existed one -- and I feel almost mortified to find you still +reverting to the subject. May I beg of you, baroness, to +honor me with an introduction to your daughter?" + +"Oh, you are no stranger -- at least not by name," replied +Madame Danglars, "and the last two or three days we have +really talked of nothing but you. Eugenie," continued the +baroness, turning towards her daughter, "this is the Count +of Monte Cristo." The Count bowed, while Mademoiselle +Danglars bent her head slightly. "You have a charming young +person with you to-night, count," said Eugenie. "Is she your +daughter?" + +"No, mademoiselle," said Monte Cristo, astonished at the +coolness and freedom of the question. "She is a poor +unfortunate Greek left under my care." + +"And what is her name?" + +"Haidee," replied Monte Cristo. + +"A Greek?" murmured the Count of Morcerf. + +"Yes, indeed, count," said Madame Danglars; "and tell me, +did you ever see at the court of Ali Tepelini, whom you so +gloriously and valiantly served, a more exquisite beauty or +richer costume?" + +"Did I hear rightly, monsieur," said Monte Cristo "that you +served at Yanina?" + +"I was inspector-general of the pasha's troops," replied +Morcerf; "and it is no secret that I owe my fortune, such as +it is, to the liberality of the illustrious Albanese chief." + +"But look!" exclaimed Madame Danglars. + +"Where?" stammered Morcerf. + +"There," said Monte Cristo placing his arms around the +count, and leaning with him over the front of the box, just +as Haidee, whose eyes were occupied in examining the theatre +in search of her guardian, perceived his pale features close +to Morcerf's face. It was as if the young girl beheld the +head of Medusa. She bent forwards as though to assure +herself of the reality of what she saw, then, uttering a +faint cry, threw herself back in her seat. The sound was +heard by the people about Ali, who instantly opened the +box-door. "Why, count," exclaimed Eugenie, "what has +happened to your ward? she seems to have been taken suddenly +ill." + +"Very probably," answered the count. "But do not be alarmed +on her account. Haidee's nervous system is delicately +organized, and she is peculiarly susceptible to the odors +even of flowers -- nay, there are some which cause her to +faint if brought into her presence. However," continued +Monte Cristo, drawing a small phial from his pocket, "I have +an infallible remedy." So saying, he bowed to the baroness +and her daughter, exchanged a parting shake of the hand with +Debray and the count, and left Madame Danglars' box. Upon +his return to Haidee he found her still very pale. As soon +as she saw him she seized his hand; her own hands were moist +and icy cold. "Who was it you were talking with over there?" +she asked. + +"With the Count of Morcerf," answered Monte Cristo. "He +tells me he served your illustrious father, and that he owes +his fortune to him." + +"Wretch!" exclaimed Haidee, her eyes flashing with rage; "he +sold my father to the Turks, and the fortune he boasts of +was the price of his treachery! Did not you know that, my +dear lord?" + +"Something of this I heard in Epirus," said Monte Cristo; +"but the particulars are still unknown to me. You shall +relate them to me, my child. They are, no doubt, both +curious and interesting." + +"Yes, yes; but let us go. I feel as though it would kill me +to remain long near that dreadful man." So saying, Haidee +arose, and wrapping herself in her burnoose of white +cashmire embroidered with pearls and coral, she hastily +quitted the box at the moment when the curtain was rising +upon the fourth act. + +"Do you observe," said the Countess G---- to Albert, who +had returned to her side, "that man does nothing like other +people; he listens most devoutly to the third act of `Robert +le Diable,' and when the fourth begins, takes his +departure." + + + +Chapter 54 +A Flurry in Stocks. + +Some days after this meeting, Albert de Morcerf visited the +Count of Monte Cristo at his house in the Champs Elysees, +which had already assumed that palace-like appearance which +the count's princely fortune enabled him to give even to his +most temporary residences. He came to renew the thanks of +Madame Danglars which had been already conveyed to the count +through the medium of a letter, signed "Baronne Danglars, +nee Hermine de Servieux." Albert was accompanied by Lucien +Debray, who, joining in his friend's conversation, added +some passing compliments, the source of which the count's +talent for finesse easily enabled him to guess. He was +convinced that Lucien's visit was due to a double feeling of +curiosity, the larger half of which sentiment emanated from +the Rue de la Chaussee d'Antin. In short, Madame Danglars, +not being able personally to examine in detail the domestic +economy and household arrangements of a man who gave away +horses worth 30,000 francs and who went to the opera with a +Greek slave wearing diamonds to the amount of a million of +money, had deputed those eyes, by which she was accustomed +to see, to give her a faithful account of the mode of life +of this incomprehensible person. But the count did not +appear to suspect that there could be the slightest +connection between Lucien's visit and the curiosity of the +baroness. + +"You are in constant communication with the Baron Danglars?" +the count inquired of Albert de Morcerf. + +"Yes, count, you know what I told you?" + +"All remains the same, then, in that quarter?" + +"It is more than ever a settled thing," said Lucien, -- and, +considering that this remark was all that he was at that +time called upon to make, he adjusted the glass to his eye, +and biting the top of his gold headed cane, began to make +the tour of the apartment, examining the arms and the +pictures. + +"Ah," said Monte Cristo "I did not expect that the affair +would be so promptly concluded." + +"Oh, things take their course without our assistance. While +we are forgetting them, they are falling into their +appointed order; and when, again, our attention is directed +to them, we are surprised at the progress they have made +towards the proposed end. My father and M. Danglars served +together in Spain, my father in the army and M. Danglars in +the commissariat department. It was there that my father, +ruined by the revolution, and M. Danglars, who never had +possessed any patrimony, both laid the foundations of their +different fortunes." + +"Yes," said Monte Cristo "I think M. Danglars mentioned that +in a visit which I paid him; and," continued he, casting a +side-glance at Lucien, who was turning over the leaves of an +album, "Mademoiselle Eugenie is pretty -- I think I remember +that to be her name." + +"Very pretty, or rather, very beautiful," replied Albert, +"but of that style of beauty which I do not appreciate; I am +an ungrateful fellow." + +"You speak as if you were already her husband." + +"Ah," returned Albert, in his turn looking around to see +what Lucien was doing. + +"Really," said Monte Cristo, lowering his voice, "you do not +appear to me to be very enthusiastic on the subject of this +marriage." + +"Mademoiselle Danglars is too rich for me," replied Morcerf, +"and that frightens me." + +"Bah," exclaimed Monte Cristo, "that's a fine reason to +give. Are you not rich yourself?" + +"My father's income is about 50,000 francs per annum; and he +will give me, perhaps, ten or twelve thousand when I marry." + +"That, perhaps, might not be considered a large sum, in +Paris especially," said the count; "but everything does not +depend on wealth, and it is a fine thing to have a good +name, and to occupy a high station in society. Your name is +celebrated, your position magnificent; and then the Comte de +Morcerf is a soldier, and it is pleasing to see the +integrity of a Bayard united to the poverty of a Duguesclin; +disinterestedness is the brightest ray in which a noble +sword can shine. As for me, I consider the union with +Mademoiselle Danglars a most suitable one; she will enrich +you, and you will ennoble her." Albert shook his head, and +looked thoughtful. "There is still something else," said he. + +"I confess," observed Monte Cristo, "that I have some +difficulty in comprehending your objection to a young lady +who is both rich and beautiful." + +"Oh," said Morcerf, "this repugnance, if repugnance it may +be called, is not all on my side." + +"Whence can it arise, then? for you told me your father +desired the marriage." + +"It is my mother who dissents; she has a clear and +penetrating judgment, and does not smile on the proposed +union. I cannot account for it, but she seems to entertain +some prejudice against the Danglars." + +"Ah," said the count, in a somewhat forced tone, "that may +be easily explained; the Comtesse de Morcerf, who is +aristocracy and refinement itself, does not relish the idea +of being allied by your marriage with one of ignoble birth; +that is natural enough." + +"I do not know if that is her reason," said Albert, "but one +thing I do know, that if this marriage be consummated, it +will render her quite miserable. There was to have been a +meeting six weeks ago in order to talk over and settle the +affair; but I had such a sudden attack of indisposition" -- + +"Real?" interrupted the count, smiling. + +"Oh, real enough, from anxiety doubtless, -- at any rate +they postponed the matter for two months. There is no hurry, +you know. I am not yet twenty-one, and Eugenie is only +seventeen; but the two months expire next week. It must be +done. My dear count, you cannot imagine now my mind is +harassed. How happy you are in being exempt from all this!" + +"Well, and why should not you be free, too? What prevents +you from being so?" + +"Oh, it will be too great a disappointment to my father if I +do not marry Mademoiselle Danglars." + +"Marry her then," said the count, with a significant shrug +of the shoulders. + +"Yes," replied Morcerf, "but that will plunge my mother into +positive grief." + +"Then do not marry her," said the count. + +"Well, I shall see. I will try and think over what is the +best thing to be done; you will give me your advice, will +you not, and if possible extricate me from my unpleasant +position? I think, rather than give pain to my dear mother, +I would run the risk of offending the count." Monte Cristo +turned away; he seemed moved by this last remark. "Ah," said +he to Debray, who had thrown himself into an easy-chair at +the farthest extremity of the salon, and who held a pencil +in his right hand and an account book in his left, "what are +you doing there? Are you making a sketch after Poussin?" + +"Oh, no," was the tranquil response; "I am too fond of art +to attempt anything of that sort. I am doing a little sum in +arithmetic." + +"In arithmetic?" + +"Yes; I am calculating -- by the way, Morcerf, that +indirectly concerns you -- I am calculating what the house +of Danglars must have gained by the last rise in Haiti +bonds; from 206 they have risen to 409 in three days, and +the prudent banker had purchased at 206; therefore he must +have made 300,000 livres." + +"That is not his biggest scoop," said Morcerf; "did he not +make a million in Spaniards this last year?" + +"My dear fellow," said Lucien, "here is the Count of Monte +Cristo, who will say to you, as the Italians do, -- + +"`Danaro e santita, +Meta della meta.'* + +* "Money and sanctity, +Each in a moiety. + +"When they tell me such things, I only shrug my shoulders +and say nothing." + +"But you were speaking of Haitians?" said Monte Cristo. + +"Ah, Haitians, -- that is quite another thing! Haitians are +the ecarte of French stock-jobbing. We may like bouillotte, +delight in whist, be enraptured with boston, and yet grow +tired of them all; but we always come back to ecarte -- it +is not only a game, it is a hors-d'oeuvre! M. Danglars sold +yesterday at 405, and pockets 300,000 francs. Had he but +waited till to-day, the price would have fallen to 205, and +instead of gaining 300,000 francs, he would have lost 20 or +25,000." + +"And what has caused the sudden fall from 409 to 206?" asked +Monte Cristo. "I am profoundly ignorant of all these +stock-jobbing intrigues." + +"Because," said Albert, laughing, "one piece of news follows +another, and there is often great dissimilarity between +them." + +"Ah," said the count, "I see that M. Danglars is accustomed +to play at gaining or losing 300,000 francs in a day; he +must be enormously rich." + +"It is not he who plays!" exclaimed Lucien; "it is Madame +Danglars: she is indeed daring." + +"But you who are a reasonable being, Lucien, and who know +how little dependence is to be placed on the news, since you +are at the fountain-head, surely you ought to prevent it," +said Morcerf, with a smile. + +"How can I, if her husband fails in controlling her?" asked +Lucien; "you know the character of the baroness -- no one +has any influence with her, and she does precisely what she +pleases." + +"Ah, if I were in your place" -- said Albert. + +"Well?" + +"I would reform her; it would be rendering a service to her +future son-in-law." + +"How would you set about it?" + +"Ah, that would be easy enough -- I would give her a +lesson." + +"A lesson?" + +"Yes. Your position as secretary to the minister renders +your authority great on the subject of political news; you +never open your mouth but the stockbrokers immediately +stenograph your words. Cause her to lose a hundred thousand +francs, and that would teach her prudence." + +"I do not understand," stammered Lucien. + +"It is very clear, notwithstanding," replied the young man, +with an artlessness wholly free from affectation; "tell her +some fine morning an unheard-of piece of intelligence -- +some telegraphic despatch, of which you alone are in +possession; for instance, that Henri IV. was seen yesterday +at Gabrielle's. That would boom the market; she will buy +heavily, and she will certainly lose when Beauchamp +announces the following day, in his gazette, `The report +circulated by some usually well-informed persons that the +king was seen yesterday at Gabrielle's house, is totally +without foundation. We can positively assert that his +majesty did not quit the Pont-Neuf.'" Lucien half smiled. +Monte Cristo, although apparently indifferent, had not lost +one word of this conversation, and his penetrating eye had +even read a hidden secret in the embarrassed manner of the +secretary. This embarrassment had completely escaped Albert, +but it caused Lucien to shorten his visit; he was evidently +ill at ease. The count, in taking leave of him, said +something in a low voice, to which he answered, "Willingly, +count; I accept." The count returned to young Morcerf. + +"Do you not think, on reflection," said he to him, "that you +have done wrong in thus speaking of your mother-in-law in +the presence of M. Debray?" + +"My dear count," said Morcerf, "I beg of you not to apply +that title so prematurely." + +"Now, speaking without any exaggeration, is your mother +really so very much averse to this marriage?" + +"So much so that the baroness very rarely comes to the +house, and my mother, has not, I think, visited Madame +Danglars twice in her whole life." + +"Then," said the count, "I am emboldened to speak openly to +you. M. Danglars is my banker; M. de Villefort has +overwhelmed me with politeness in return for a service which +a casual piece of good fortune enabled me to render him. I +predict from all this an avalanche of dinners and routs. +Now, in order not to presume on this, and also to be +beforehand with them, I have, if agreeable to you, thought +of inviting M. and Madame Danglars, and M. and Madame de +Villefort, to my country-house at Auteuil. If I were to +invite you and the Count and Countess of Morcerf to this +dinner, I should give it the appearance of being a +matrimonial meeting, or at least Madame de Morcerf would +look upon the affair in that light, especially if Baron +Danglars did me the honor to bring his daughter. In that +case your mother would hold me in aversion, and I do not at +all wish that; on the contrary, I desire to stand high in +her esteem." + +"Indeed, count," said Morcerf, "I thank you sincerely for +having used so much candor towards me, and I gratefully +accept the exclusion which you propose. You say you desire +my mother's good opinion; I assure you it is already yours +to a very unusual extent." + +"Do you think so?" said Monte Cristo, with interest. + +"Oh, I am sure of it; we talked of you an hour after you +left us the other day. But to return to what we were saying. +If my mother could know of this attention on your part -- +and I will venture to tell her -- I am sure that she will be +most grateful to you; it is true that my father will be +equally angry." The count laughed. "Well," said he to +Morcerf, "but I think your father will not be the only angry +one; M. and Madame Danglars will think me a very +ill-mannered person. They know that I am intimate with you +-- that you are, in fact; one of the oldest of my Parisian +acquaintances -- and they will not find you at my house; +they will certainly ask me why I did not invite you. Be sure +to provide yourself with some previous engagement which +shall have a semblance of probability, and communicate the +fact to me by a line in writing. You know that with bankers +nothing but a written document will be valid." + +"I will do better than that," said Albert; "my mother is +wishing to go to the sea-side -- what day is fixed for your +dinner?" + +"Saturday." + +"This is Tuesday -- well, to-morrow evening we leave, and +the day after we shall be at Treport. Really, count, you +have a delightful way of setting people at their ease." + +"Indeed, you give me more credit than I deserve; I only wish +to do what will be agreeable to you, that is all." + +"When shall you send your invitations?" + +"This very day." + +"Well, I will immediately call on M. Danglars, and tell him +that my mother and myself must leave Paris to-morrow. I have +not seen you, consequently I know nothing of your dinner." + +"How foolish you are! Have you forgotten that M. Debray has +just seen you at my house?" + +"Ah, true," + +"Fix it this way. I have seen you, and invited you without +any ceremony, when you instantly answered that it would be +impossible for you to accept, as you were going to Treport." + +"Well, then, that is settled; but you will come and call on +my mother before to-morrow?" + +"Before to-morrow? -- that will be a difficult matter to +arrange, besides, I shall just be in the way of all the +preparations for departure." + +"Well, you can do better. You were only a charming man +before, but, if you accede to my proposal, you will be +adorable." + +"What must I do to attain such sublimity?" + +"You are to-day free as air -- come and dine with me; we +shall be a small party -- only yourself, my mother, and I. +You have scarcely seen my mother; you shall have an +opportunity of observing her more closely. She is a +remarkable woman, and I only regret that there does not +exist another like her, about twenty years younger; in that +case, I assure you, there would very soon be a Countess and +Viscountess of Morcerf. As to my father, you will not see +him; he is officially engaged, and dines with the chief +referendary. We will talk over our travels; and you, who +have seen the whole world, will relate your adventures -- +you shall tell us the history of the beautiful Greek who was +with you the other night at the Opera, and whom you call +your slave, and yet treat like a princess. We will talk +Italian and Spanish. Come, accept my invitation, and my +mother will thank you." + +"A thousand thanks," said the count, "your invitation is +most gracious, and I regret exceedingly that it is not in my +power to accept it. I am not so much at liberty as you +suppose; on the contrary, I have a most important +engagement." + +"Ah, take care, you were teaching me just now how, in case +of an invitation to dinner, one might creditably make an +excuse. I require the proof of a pre-engagement. I am not a +banker, like M. Danglars, but I am quite as incredulous as +he is." + +"I am going to give you a proof," replied the count, and he +rang the bell. + +"Humph," said Morcerf, "this is the second time you have +refused to dine with my mother; it is evident that you wish +to avoid her." Monte Cristo started. "Oh, you do not mean +that," said he; "besides, here comes the confirmation of my +assertion." Baptistin entered, and remained standing at the +door. "I had no previous knowledge of your visit, had I?" + +"Indeed, you are such an extraordinary person, that I would +not answer for it." + +"At all events, I could not guess that you would invite me +to dinner." + +"Probably not." + +"Well, listen, Baptistin, what did I tell you this morning +when I called you into my laboratory?" + +"To close the door against visitors as soon as the clock +struck five," replied the valet. + +"What then?" + +"Ah, my dear count," said Albert. + +"No, no, I wish to do away with that mysterious reputation +that you have given me, my dear viscount; it is tiresome to +be always acting Manfred. I wish my life to be free and +open. Go on, Baptistin." + +"Then to admit no one except Major Bartolomeo Cavalcanti and +his son." + +"You hear -- Major Bartolomeo Cavalcanti -- a man who ranks +amongst the most ancient nobility of Italy, whose name Dante +has celebrated in the tenth canto of `The Inferno,' you +remember it, do you not? Then there is his son, Andrea, a +charming young man, about your own age, viscount, bearing +the same title as yourself, and who is making his entry into +the Parisian world, aided by his father's millions. The +major will bring his son with him this evening, the contino, +as we say in Italy; he confides him to my care. If he proves +himself worthy of it, I will do what I can to advance his +interests. You will assist me in the work, will you not?" + +"Most undoubtedly. This Major Cavalcanti is an old friend of +yours, then?" + +"By no means. He is a perfect nobleman, very polite, modest, +and agreeable, such as may be found constantly in Italy, +descendants of very ancient families. I have met him several +times at Florence, Bologna and Lucca, and he has now +communicated to me the fact of his arrival in Paris. The +acquaintances one makes in travelling have a sort of claim +on one; they everywhere expect to receive the same attention +which you once paid them by chance, as though the civilities +of a passing hour were likely to awaken any lasting interest +in favor of the man in whose society you may happen to be +thrown in the course of your journey. This good Major +Cavalcanti is come to take a second view of Paris, which he +only saw in passing through in the time of the Empire, when +he was on his way to Moscow. I shall give him a good dinner, +he will confide his son to my care, I will promise to watch +over him, I shall let him follow in whatever path his folly +may lead him, and then I shall have done my part." + +"Certainly; I see you are a model Mentor," said Albert +"Good-by, we shall return on Sunday. By the way, I have +received news of Franz." + +"Have you? Is he still amusing himself in Italy?" + +"I believe so; however, he regrets your absence extremely . +He says you were the sun of Rome, and that without you all +appears dark and cloudy; I do not know if he does not even +go so far as to say that it rains." + +"His opinion of me is altered for the better, then?" + +"No, he still persists in looking upon you as the most +incomprehensible and mysterious of beings." + +"He is a charming young man," said Monte Cristo "and I felt +a lively interest in him the very first evening of my +introduction, when I met him in search of a supper, and +prevailed upon him to accept a portion of mine. He is, I +think, the son of General d'Epinay?" + +"He is." + +"The same who was so shamefully assassinated in 1815?" + +"By the Bonapartists." + +"Yes. Really I like him extremely; is there not also a +matrimonial engagement contemplated for him?" + +"Yes, he is to marry Mademoiselle de Villefort." + +"Indeed?" + +"And you know I am to marry Mademoiselle Danglars," said +Albert, laughing. + +"You smile." + +"Yes." + +"Why do you do so?" + +"I smile because there appears to me to be about as much +inclination for the consummation of the engagement in +question as there is for my own. But really, my dear count, +we are talking as much of women as they do of us; it is +unpardonable." Albert rose. + +"Are you going?" + +"Really, that is a good idea! -- two hours have I been +boring you to death with my company, and then you, with the +greatest politeness, ask me if I am going. Indeed, count, +you are the most polished man in the world. And your +servants, too, how very well behaved they are; there is +quite a style about them. Monsieur Baptistin especially; I +could never get such a man as that. My servants seem to +imitate those you sometimes see in a play, who, because they +have only a word or two to say, aquit themselves in the most +awkward manner possible. Therefore, if you part with M. +Baptistin, give me the refusal of him." + +"By all means." + +"That is not all; give my compliments to your illustrious +Luccanese, Cavalcante of the Cavalcanti; and if by any +chance he should be wishing to establish his son, find him a +wife very rich, very noble on her mother's side at least, +and a baroness in right of her father, I will help you in +the search." + +"Ah, ha; you will do as much as that, will you?" + +"Yes." + +"Well, really, nothing is certain in this world." + +"Oh, count, what a service you might render me! I should +like you a hundred times better if, by your intervention, I +could manage to remain a bachelor, even were it only for ten +years." + +"Nothing is impossible," gravely replied Monte Cristo; and +taking leave of Albert, he returned into the house, and +struck the gong three times. Bertuccio appeared. "Monsieur +Bertuccio, you understand that I intend entertaining company +on Saturday at Auteuil." Bertuccio slightly started. "I +shall require your services to see that all be properly +arranged. It is a beautiful house, or at all events may be +made so." + +"There must be a good deal done before it can deserve that +title, your excellency, for the tapestried hangings are very +old." + +"Let them all be taken away and changed, then, with the +exception of the sleeping-chamber which is hung with red +damask; you will leave that exactly as it is." Bertuccio +bowed. "You will not touch the garden either; as to the +yard, you may do what you please with it; I should prefer +that being altered beyond all recognition." + +"I will do everything in my power to carry out your wishes, +your excellency. I should be glad, however, to receive your +excellency's commands concerning the dinner." + +"Really, my dear M. Bertuccio," said the count, "since you +have been in Paris, you have become quite nervous, and +apparently out of your element; you no longer seem to +understand me." + +"But surely your excellency will be so good as to inform me +whom you are expecting to receive?" + +"I do not yet know myself, neither is it necessary that you +should do so. `Lucullus dines with Lucullus,' that is quite +sufficient." Bertuccio bowed, and left the room. + + + +Chapter 55 +Major Cavalcanti. + +Both the count and Baptistin had told the truth when they +announced to Morcerf the proposed visit of the major, which +had served Monte Cristo as a pretext for declining Albert's +invitation. Seven o'clock had just struck, and M. Bertuccio, +according to the command which had been given him, had two +hours before left for Auteuil, when a cab stopped at the +door, and after depositing its occupant at the gate, +immediately hurried away, as if ashamed of its employment. +The visitor was about fifty-two years of age, dressed in one +of the green surtouts, ornamented with black frogs, which +have so long maintained their popularity all over Europe. He +wore trousers of blue cloth, boots tolerably clean, but not +of the brightest polish, and a little too thick in the +soles, buckskin gloves, a hat somewhat resembling in shape +those usually worn by the gendarmes, and a black cravat +striped with white, which, if the proprietor had not worn it +of his own free will, might have passed for a halter, so +much did it resemble one. Such was the picturesque costume +of the person who rang at the gate, and demanded if it was +not at No. 30 in the Avenue des Champs-Elysees that the +Count of Monte Cristo lived, and who, being answered by the +porter in the affirmative, entered, closed the gate after +him, and began to ascend the steps. + +The small and angular head of this man, his white hair and +thick gray mustaches, caused him to be easily recognized by +Baptistin, who had received an exact description of the +expected visitor, and who was awaiting him in the hall. +Therefore, scarcely had the stranger time to pronounce his +name before the count was apprised of his arrival. He was +ushered into a simple and elegant drawing-room, and the +count rose to meet him with a smiling air. "Ah, my dear sir, +you are most welcome; I was expecting you." + +"Indeed," said the Italian, "was your excellency then aware +of my visit?" + +"Yes; I had been told that I should see you to-day at seven +o'clock." + +"Then you have received full information concerning my +arrival?" + +"Of course." + +"Ah, so much the better, I feared this little precaution +might have been forgotten." + +"What precaution?" + +"That of informing you beforehand of my coming." + +"Oh, no, it has not." + +"But you are sure you are not mistaken." + +"Very sure." + +"It really was I whom your excellency expected at seven +o'clock this evening?" + +"I will prove it to you beyond a doubt." + +"Oh, no, never mind that," said the Italian; "it is not +worth the trouble." + +"Yes, yes," said Monte Cristo. His visitor appeared slightly +uneasy. "Let me see," said the count; "are you not the +Marquis Bartolomeo Cavalcanti?" + +"Bartolomeo Cavalcanti," joyfully replied the Italian; "yes, +I am really he." + +"Ex-major in the Austrian service?" + +"Was I a major?" timidly asked the old soldier. + +"Yes," said Monte Cristo "you were a major; that is the +title the French give to the post which you filled in +Italy." + +"Very good," said the major, "I do not demand more, you +understand" -- + +"Your visit here to-day is not of your own suggestion, is +it?" said Monte Cristo. + +"No, certainly not." + +"You were sent by some other person?" + +"Yes." + +"By the excellent Abbe Busoni?" + +"Exactly so," said the delighted major. + +"And you have a letter?" + +"Yes, there it is." + +"Give it me, then;" and Monte Cristo took the letter, which +he opened and read. The major looked at the count with his +large staring eyes, and then took a survey of the apartment, +but his gaze almost immediately reverted to the proprietor +of the room. "Yes, yes, I see. `Major Cavalcanti, a worthy +patrician of Lucca, a descendant of the Cavalcanti of +Florence,'" continued Monte Cristo, reading aloud, +"`possessing an income of half a million.'" Monte Cristo +raised his eyes from the paper, and bowed. "Half a million," +said he, "magnificent!" + +"Half a million, is it?" said the major. + +"Yes, in so many words; and it must be so, for the abbe +knows correctly the amount of all the largest fortunes in +Europe." + +"Be it half a million. then; but on my word of honor, I had +no idea that it was so much." + +"Because you are robbed by your steward. You must make some +reformation in that quarter." + +"You have opened my eyes," said the Italian gravely; "I will +show the gentlemen the door." Monte Cristo resumed the +perusal of the letter: -- + +"`And who only needs one thing more to make him happy.'" + +"Yes, indeed but one!" said the major with a sigh. + +"`Which is to recover a lost and adored son.'" + +"A lost and adored son!" + +"`Stolen away in his infancy, either by an enemy of his +noble family or by the gypsies.'" + +"At the age of five years!" said the major with a deep sigh, +and raising his eye to heaven. + +"Unhappy father," said Monte Cristo. The count continued: -- + +"`I have given him renewed life and hope, in the assurance +that you have the power of restoring the son whom he has +vainly sought for fifteen years.'" The major looked at the +count with an indescribable expression of anxiety. "I have +the power of so doing," said Monte Cristo. The major +recovered his self-possession. "So, then," said he, "the +letter was true to the end?" + +"Did you doubt it, my dear Monsieur Bartolomeo?" + +"No, indeed; certainly not; a good man, a man holding +religious office, as does the Abbe Busoni, could not +condescend to deceive or play off a joke; but your +excellency has not read all." + +"Ah, true," said Monte Cristo "there is a postscript." + +"Yes, yes," repeated the major, "yes -- there -- is -- a -- +postscript." + +"`In order to save Major Cavalcanti the trouble of drawing +on his banker, I send him a draft for 2,000 francs to defray +his travelling expenses, and credit on you for the further +sum of 48,000 francs, which you still owe me.'" The major +awaited the conclusion of the postscript, apparently with +great anxiety. "Very good," said the count. + +"He said `very good,'" muttered the major, "then -- sir" -- +replied he. + +"Then what?" asked Monte Cristo. + +"Then the postscript" -- + +"Well; what of the postscript?" + +"Then the postscript is as favorably received by you as the +rest of the letter?" + +"Certainly; the Abbe Busoni and myself have a small account +open between us. I do not remember if it is exactly 48,000 +francs, which I am still owing him, but I dare say we shall +not dispute the difference. You attached great importance, +then, to this postscript, my dear Monsieur Cavalcanti?" + +"I must explain to you," said the major, "that, fully +confiding in the signature of the Abbe Busoni, I had not +provided myself with any other funds; so that if this +resource had failed me, I should have found myself very +unpleasantly situated in Paris." + +"Is it possible that a man of your standing should be +embarrassed anywhere?" said Monte Cristo. + +"Why, really I know no one," said the major. + +"But then you yourself are known to others?" + +"Yes, I am known, so that" -- + +"Proceed, my dear Monsieur Cavalcanti." + +"So that you will remit to me these 48,000 francs?" + +"Certainly, at your first request." The major's eyes dilated +with pleasing astonishment. "But sit down," said Monte +Cristo; "really I do not know what I have been thinking of +-- I have positively kept you standing for the last quarter +of an hour." + +"Don't mention it." The major drew an arm-chair towards him, +and proceeded to seat himself. + +"Now," said the count, "what will you take -- a glass of +port, sherry, or Alicante?" + +"Alicante, if you please; it is my favorite wine." + +"I have some that is very good. You will take a biscuit with +it, will you not?" + +"Yes, I will take a biscuit, as you are so obliging." + +Monte Cristo rang; Baptistin appeared. The count advanced to +meet him. "Well?" said he in a low voice. "The young man is +here," said the valet de chambre in the same tone. + +"Into what room did you take him?" + +"Into the blue drawing-room, according to your excellency's +orders." + +"That's right; now bring the Alicante and some biscuits." + +Baptistin left the room. "Really," said the major, "I am +quite ashamed of the trouble I am giving you." + +"Pray don't mention such a thing," said the count. Baptistin +re-entered with glasses, wine, and biscuits. The count +filled one glass, but in the other he only poured a few +drops of the ruby-colored liquid. The bottle was covered +with spiders' webs, and all the other signs which indicate +the age of wine more truly than do wrinkles on a man's face. +The major made a wise choice; he took the full glass and a +biscuit. The count told Baptistin to leave the plate within +reach of his guest, who began by sipping the Alicante with +an expression of great satisfaction, and then delicately +steeped his biscuit in the wine. + +"So, sir, you lived at Lucca, did you? You were rich, noble, +held in great esteem -- had all that could render a man +happy?" + +"All," said the major, hastily swallowing his biscuit, +"positively all." + +"And yet there was one thing wanting in order to complete +your happiness?" + +"Only one thing," said the Italian. + +"And that one thing, your lost child." + +"Ah," said the major, taking a second biscuit, "that +consummation of my happiness was indeed wanting." The worthy +major raised his eyes to heaven and sighed. + +"Let me hear, then," said the count, "who this deeply +regretted son was; for I always understood you were a +bachelor." + +"That was the general opinion, sir," said the major, "and I" +-- + +"Yes," replied the count, "and you confirmed the report. A +youthful indiscretion, I suppose, which you were anxious to +conceal from the world at large?" The major recovered +himself, and resumed his usual calm manner, at the same time +casting his eyes down, either to give himself time to +compose his countenance, or to assist his imagination, all +the while giving an under-look at the count, the protracted +smile on whose lips still announced the same polite +curiosity. "Yes," said the major, "I did wish this fault to +be hidden from every eye." + +"Not on your own account, surely," replied Monte Cristo; +"for a man is above that sort of thing?" + +"Oh, no, certainly not on my own account," said the major +with a smile and a shake of the head. + +"But for the sake of the mother?" said the count. + +"Yes, for the mother's sake -- his poor mother!" cried the +major, taking a third biscuit. + +"Take some more wine, my dear Cavalcanti," said the count, +pouring out for him a second glass of Alicante; "your +emotion has quite overcome you." + +"His poor mother," murmured the major, trying to get the +lachrymal gland in operation, so as to moisten the corner of +his eye with a false tear. + +"She belonged to one of the first families in Italy, I +think, did she not?" + +"She was of a noble family of Fiesole, count." + +"And her name was" -- + +"Do you desire to know her name?" -- + +"Oh," said Monte Cristo "it would be quite superfluous for +you to tell me, for I already know it." + +"The count knows everything," said the Italian, bowing. + +"Oliva Corsinari, was it not?" + +"Oliva Corsinari." + +"A marchioness?" + +"A marchioness." + +"And you married her at last, notwithstanding the opposition +of her family?" + +"Yes, that was the way it ended." + +"And you have doubtless brought all your papers with you?" +said Monte Cristo. + +"What papers?" + +"The certificate of your marriage with Oliva Corsinari, and +the register of your child's birth." + +"The register of my child's birth?" + +"The register of the birth of Andrea Cavalcanti -- of your +son; is not his name Andrea?" + +"I believe so," said the major. + +"What? You believe so?" + +"I dare not positively assert it, as he has been lost for so +long a time." + +"Well, then," said Monte Cristo "you have all the documents +with you?" + +"Your excellency, I regret to say that, not knowing it was +necessary to come provided with these papers, I neglected to +bring them." + +"That is unfortunate," returned Monte Cristo. + +"Were they, then, so necessary?" + +"They were indispensable." + +The major passed his hand across his brow. "Ah, per Bacco, +indispensable, were they?" + +"Certainly they were; supposing there were to be doubts +raised as to the validity of your marriage or the legitimacy +of your child?" + +"True," said the major, "there might be doubts raised." + +"In that case your son would be very unpleasantly situated." + +"It would be fatal to his interests." + +"It might cause him to fail in some desirable matrimonial +alliance." + +"O peccato!" + +"You must know that in France they are very particular on +these points; it is not sufficient, as in Italy, to go to +the priest and say, `We love each other, and want you to +marry us.' Marriage is a civil affair in France, and in +order to marry in an orthodox manner you must have papers +which undeniably establish your identity." + +"That is the misfortune! You see I have not these necessary +papers." + +"Fortunately, I have them, though," said Monte Cristo. + +"You?" + +"Yes." + +"You have them?" + +"I have them." + +"Ah, indeed?" said the major, who, seeing the object of his +journey frustrated by the absence of the papers, feared also +that his forgetfulness might give rise to some difficulty +concerning the 48,000 francs -- "ah, indeed, that is a +fortunate circumstance; yes, that really is lucky, for it +never occurred to me to bring them." + +"I do not at all wonder at it -- one cannot think of +everything; but, happily, the Abbe Busoni thought for you." + +"He is an excellent person." + +"He is extremely prudent and thoughtful" + +"He is an admirable man," said the major; "and he sent them +to you?" + +"Here they are." + +The major clasped his hands in token of admiration. "You +married Oliva Corsinari in the church of San Paolo del +Monte-Cattini; here is the priest's certificate." + +"Yes indeed, there it is truly," said the Italian, looking +on with astonishment. + +"And here is Andrea Cavalcanti's baptismal register, given +by the curate of Saravezza." + +"All quite correct." + +"Take these documents, then; they do not concern me. You +will give them to your son, who will, of course, take great +care of them." + +"I should think so, indeed! If he were to lose them" -- + +"Well, and if he were to lose them?" said Monte Cristo. + +"In that case," replied the major, "it would be necessary to +write to the curate for duplicates, and it would be some +time before they could be obtained." + +"It would be a difficult matter to arrange," said Monte +Cristo. + +"Almost an impossibility," replied the major. + +"I am very glad to see that you understand the value of +these papers." + +"I regard them as invaluable." + +"Now," said Monte Cristo "as to the mother of the young man" +-- + +"As to the mother of the young man" -- repeated the Italian, +with anxiety. + +"As regards the Marchesa Corsinari" -- + +"Really," said the major, "difficulties seem to thicken upon +us; will she be wanted in any way?" + +"No, sir," replied Monte Cristo; "besides, has she not" -- + +"Yes, sir," said the major, "she has" -- + +"Paid the last debt of nature?" + +"Alas, yes," returned the Italian. + +"I knew that," said Monte Cristo; "she has been dead these +ten years." + +"And I am still mourning her loss," exclaimed the major, +drawing from his pocket a checked handkerchief, and +alternately wiping first the left and then the right eye. + +"What would you have?" said Monte Cristo; "we are all +mortal. Now, you understand, my dear Monsieur Cavalcanti, +that it is useless for you to tell people in France that you +have been separated from your son for fifteen years. Stories +of gypsies, who steal children, are not at all in vogue in +this part of the world, and would not be believed. You sent +him for his education to a college in one of the provinces, +and now you wish him to complete his education in the +Parisian world. That is the reason which has induced you to +leave Via Reggio, where you have lived since the death of +your wife. That will be sufficient." + +"You think so?" + +"Certainly." + +"Very well, then." + +"If they should hear of the separation" -- + +"Ah, yes; what could I say?" + +"That an unfaithful tutor, bought over by the enemies of +your family" -- + +"By the Corsinari?" + +"Precisely. Had stolen away this child, in order that your +name might become extinct." + +"That is reasonable, since he is an only son." + +"Well, now that all is arranged, do not let these newly +awakened remembrances be forgotten. You have, doubtless, +already guessed that I was preparing a surprise for you?" + +"An agreeable one?" asked the Italian. + +"Ah, I see the eye of a father is no more to be deceived +than his heart." + +"Hum!" said the major. + +"Some one has told you the secret; or, perhaps, you guessed +that he was here." + +"That who was here?" + +"Your child -- your son -- your Andrea!" + +"I did guess it," replied the major with the greatest +possible coolness. "Then he is here?" + +"He is," said Monte Cristo; "when the valet de chambre came +in just now, he told me of his arrival." + +"Ah, very well, very well," said the major, clutching the +buttons of his coat at each exclamation. + +"My dear sir," said Monte Cristo, "I understand your +emotion; you must have time to recover yourself. I will, in +the meantime, go and prepare the young man for this +much-desired interview, for I presume that he is not less +impatient for it than yourself." + +"I should quite imagine that to be the case," said +Cavalcanti. + +"Well, in a quarter of an hour he shall be with you." + +"You will bring him, then? You carry your goodness so far as +even to present him to me yourself?" + +"No; I do not wish to come between a father and son. Your +interview will be private. But do not be uneasy; even if the +powerful voice of nature should be silent, you cannot well +mistake him; he will enter by this door. He is a fine young +man, of fair complexion -- a little too fair, perhaps -- +pleasing in manners; but you will see and judge for +yourself." + +"By the way," said the major, "you know I have only the +2,000 francs which the Abbe Busoni sent me; this sum I have +expended upon travelling expenses, and" -- + +"And you want money; that is a matter of course, my dear M. +Cavalcanti. Well, here are 8,000 francs on account." + +The major's eyes sparkled brilliantly. + +"It is 40,000 francs which I now owe you," said Monte +Cristo. + +"Does your excellency wish for a receipt?" said the major, +at the same time slipping the money into the inner pocket of +his coat. + +"For what?" said the count. + +"I thought you might want it to show the Abbe Busoni." + +"Well, when you receive the remaining 40,000, you shall give +me a receipt in full. Between honest men such excessive +precaution is, I think, quite unnecessary." + +"Yes, so it is, between perfectly upright people." + +"One word more," said Monte Cristo. + +"Say on." + +"You will permit me to make one remark?" + +"Certainly; pray do so." + +"Then I should advise you to leave off wearing that style of +dress." + +"Indeed," said the major, regarding himself with an air of +complete satisfaction. + +"Yes. It may be worn at Via Reggio; but that costume, +however elegant in itself, has long been out of fashion in +Paris." + +"That's unfortunate." + +"Oh, if you really are attached to your old mode of dress; +you can easily resume it when you leave Paris." + +"But what shall I wear?" + +"What you find in your trunks." + +"In my trunks? I have but one portmanteau." + +"I dare say you have nothing else with you. What is the use +of boring one's self with so many things? Besides an old +soldier always likes to march with as little baggage as +possible." + +"That is just the case -- precisely so." + +"But you are a man of foresight and prudence, therefore you +sent your luggage on before you. It has arrived at the Hotel +des Princes, Rue de Richelieu. It is there you are to take +up your quarters." + +"Then, in these trunks" -- + +"I presume you have given orders to your valet de chambre to +put in all you are likely to need, -- your plain clothes and +your uniform. On grand occasions you must wear your uniform; +that will look very well. Do not forget your crosses. They +still laugh at them in France, and yet always wear them, for +all that." + +"Very well, very well," said the major, who was in ecstasy +at the attention paid him by the count. + +"Now," said Monte Cristo, "that you have fortified yourself +against all painful excitement, prepare yourself, my dear M. +Cavalcanti, to meet your lost Andrea." Saying which Monte +Cristo bowed, and disappeared behind the tapestry, leaving +the major fascinated beyond expression with the delightful +reception which he had received at the hands of the count. + + + +Chapter 56 +Andrea Cavalcanti. + +The Count of Monte Cristo entered the adjoining room, which +Baptistin had designated as the drawing-room, and found +there a young man, of graceful demeanor and elegant +appearance, who had arrived in a cab about half an hour +previously. Baptistin had not found any difficulty in +recognizing the person who presented himself at the door for +admittance. He was certainly the tall young man with light +hair, red heard, black eyes, and brilliant complexion, whom +his master had so particularly described to him. When the +count entered the room the young man was carelessly +stretched on a sofa, tapping his boot with the gold-headed +cane which he held in his hand. On perceiving the count he +rose quickly. "The Count of Monte Cristo, I believe?" said +he. + +"Yes, sir, and I think I have the honor of addressing Count +Andrea Cavalcanti?" + +"Count Andrea Cavalcanti," repeated the young man, +accompanying his words with a bow. + +"You are charged with a letter of introduction addressed to +me, are you not?" said the count. + +"I did not mention that, because the signature seemed to me +so strange." + +"The letter signed `Sinbad the Sailor,' is it not?" + +"Exactly so. Now, as I have never known any Sinbad, with the +exception of the one celebrated in the `Thousand and One +Nights'" -- + +"Well, it is one of his descendants, and a great friend of +mine; he is a very rich Englishman, eccentric almost to +insanity, and his real name is Lord Wilmore." + +"Ah, indeed? Then that explains everything that is +extraordinary," said Andrea. "He is, then, the same +Englishman whom I met -- at -- ah -- yes, indeed. Well, +monsieur, I am at your service." + +"If what you say be true," replied the count, smiling, +"perhaps you will be kind enough to give me some account of +yourself and your family?" + +"Certainly, I will do so," said the young man, with a +quickness which gave proof of his ready invention. "I am (as +you have said) the Count Andrea Cavalcanti, son of Major +Bartolomeo Cavalcanti, a descendant of the Cavalcanti whose +names are inscribed in the golden book at Florence. Our +family, although still rich (for my father's income amounts +to half a million), has experienced many misfortunes, and I +myself was, at the age of five years, taken away by the +treachery of my tutor, so that for fifteen years I have not +seen the author of my existence. Since I have arrived at +years of discretion and become my own master, I have been +constantly seeking him, but all in vain. At length I +received this letter from your friend, which states that my +father is in Paris, and authorizes me to address myself to +you for information respecting him." + +"Really, all you have related to me is exceedingly +interesting," said Monte Cristo, observing the young man +with a gloomy satisfaction; "and you have done well to +conform in everything to the wishes of my friend Sinbad; for +your father is indeed here, and is seeking you." + +The count from the moment of first entering the +drawing-room, had not once lost sight of the expression of +the young man's countenance; he had admired the assurance of +his look and the firmness of his voice; but at these words, +so natural in themselves, "Your father is indeed here, and +is seeking you," young Andrea started, and exclaimed, "My +father? Is my father here?" + +"Most undoubtedly," replied Monte Cristo; "your father, +Major Bartolomeo Cavalcanti." The expression of terror +which, for the moment, had overspread the features of the +young man, had now disappeared. "Ah, yes, that is the name, +certainly. Major Bartolomeo Cavalcanti. And you really mean +to say; monsieur, that my dear father is here?" + +"Yes, sir; and I can even add that I have only just left his +company. The history which he related to me of his lost son +touched me to the quick; indeed, his griefs, hopes, and +fears on that subject might furnish material for a most +touching and pathetic poem. At length, he one day received a +letter, stating that the abductors of his son now offered to +restore him, or at least to give notice where he might be +found, on condition of receiving a large sum of money, by +way of ransom. Your father did not hesitate an instant, and +the sum was sent to the frontier of Piedmont, with a +passport signed for Italy. You were in the south of France, +I think?" + +"Yes," replied Andrea, with an embarrassed air, "I was in +the south of France." + +"A carriage was to await you at Nice?" + +"Precisely so; and it conveyed me from Nice to Genoa, from +Genoa to Turin, from Turin to Chambery, from Chambery to +Pont-de-Beauvoisin, and from Pont-de-Beauvoisin to Paris." + +"Indeed? Then your father ought to have met with you on the +road, for it is exactly the same route which he himself +took, and that is how we have been able to trace your +journey to this place." + +"But," said Andrea, "if my father had met me, I doubt if he +would have recognized me; I must be somewhat altered since +he last saw me." + +"Oh, the voice of nature," said Monte Cristo. + +"True," interrupted the young man, "I had not looked upon it +in that light." + +"Now," replied Monte Cristo "there is only one source of +uneasiness left in your father's mind, which is this -- he +is anxious to know how you have been employed during your +long absence from him, how you have been treated by your +persecutors, and if they have conducted themselves towards +you with all the deference due to your rank. Finally, he is +anxious to see if you have been fortunate enough to escape +the bad moral influence to which you have been exposed, and +which is infinitely more to be dreaded than any physical +suffering; he wishes to discover if the fine abilities with +which nature had endowed you have been weakened by want of +culture; and, in short, whether you consider yourself +capable of resuming and retaining in the world the high +position to which your rank entitles you." + +"Sir!" exclaimed the young man, quite astounded, "I hope no +false report" -- + +"As for myself, I first heard you spoken of by my friend +Wilmore, the philanthropist. I believe he found you in some +unpleasant position, but do not know of what nature, for I +did not ask, not being inquisitive. Your misfortunes engaged +his sympathies, so you see you must have been interesting. +He told me that he was anxious to restore you to the +position which you had lost, and that he would seek your +father until he found him. He did seek, and has found him, +apparently, since he is here now; and, finally, my friend +apprised me of your coming, and gave me a few other +instructions relative to your future fortune. I am quite +aware that my friend Wilmore is peculiar, but he is sincere, +and as rich as a gold-mine, consequently, he may indulge his +eccentricities without any fear of their ruining him, and I +have promised to adhere to his instructions. Now, sir, pray +do not be offended at the question I am about to put to you, +as it comes in the way of my duty as your patron. I would +wish to know if the misfortunes which have happened to you +-- misfortunes entirely beyond your control, and which in no +degree diminish my regard for you -- I would wish to know if +they have not, in some measure, contributed to render you a +stranger to the world in which your fortune and your name +entitle you to make a conspicuous figure?" + +"Sir," returned the young man, with a reassurance of manner, +"make your mind easy on this score. Those who took me from +my father, and who always intended, sooner or later, to sell +me again to my original proprietor, as they have now done, +calculated that, in order to make the most of their bargain, +it would be politic to leave me in possession of all my +personal and hereditary worth, and even to increase the +value, if possible. I have, therefore, received a very good +education, and have been treated by these kidnappers very +much as the slaves were treated in Asia Minor, whose masters +made them grammarians, doctors, and philosophers, in order +that they might fetch a higher price in the Roman market." +Monte Cristo smiled with satisfaction; it appeared as if he +had not expected so much from M. Andrea Cavalcanti. +"Besides," continued the young man, "if there did appear +some defect in education, or offence against the established +forms of etiquette, I suppose it would be excused, in +consideration of the misfortunes which accompanied my birth, +and followed me through my youth." + +"Well," said Monte Cristo in an indifferent tone, "you will +do as you please, count, for you are the master of your own +actions, and are the person most concerned in the matter, +but if I were you, I would not divulge a word of these +adventures. Your history is quite a romance, and the world, +which delights in romances in yellow covers, strangely +mistrusts those which are bound in living parchment, even +though they be gilded like yourself. This is the kind of +difficulty which I wished to represent to you, my dear +count. You would hardly have recited your touching history +before it would go forth to the world, and be deemed +unlikely and unnatural. You would be no longer a lost child +found, but you would be looked upon as an upstart, who had +sprung up like a mushroom in the night. You might excite a +little curiosity, but it is not every one who likes to be +made the centre of observation and the subject of unpleasant +remark." + +"I agree with you, monsieur," said the young man, turning +pale, and, in spite of himself, trembling beneath the +scrutinizing look of his companion, "such consequences would +be extremely unpleasant." + +"Nevertheless, you must not exaggerate the evil," said Monte +Cristo, "for by endeavoring to avoid one fault you will fall +into another. You must resolve upon one simple and single +line of conduct, and for a man of your intelligence, this +plan is as easy as it is necessary; you must form honorable +friendships, and by that means counteract the prejudice +which may attach to the obscurity of your former life." +Andrea visibly changed countenance. "I would offer myself as +your surety and friendly adviser," said Monte Cristo, "did I +not possess a moral distrust of my best friends, and a sort +of inclination to lead others to doubt them too; therefore, +in departing from this rule, I should (as the actors say) be +playing a part quite out of my line, and should, therefore, +run the risk of being hissed, which would be an act of +folly." + +"However, your excellency," said Andrea, "in consideration +of Lord Wilmore, by whom I was recommended to you -- " + +"Yes, certainly," interrupted Monte Cristo; "but Lord +Wilmore did not omit to inform me, my dear M. Andrea, that +the season of your youth was rather a stormy one. Ah," said +the count, watching Andrea's countenance, "I do not demand +any confession from you; it is precisely to avoid that +necessity that your father was sent for from Lucca. You +shall soon see him. He is a little stiff and pompous in his +manner, and he is disfigured by his uniform; but when it +becomes known that he has been for eighteen years in the +Austrian service, all that will be pardoned. We are not +generally very severe with the Austrians. In short, you will +find your father a very presentable person, I assure you." + +"Ah, sir, you have given me confidence; it is so long since +we were separated, that I have not the least remembrance of +him, and, besides, you know that in the eyes of the world a +large fortune covers all defects." + +"He is a millionaire -- his income is 500,000 francs." + +"Then," said the young man, with anxiety, "I shall be sure +to be placed in an agreeable position." + +"One of the most agreeable possible, my dear sir; he will +allow you an income of 50,000 livres per annum during the +whole time of your stay in Paris." + +"Then in that case I shall always choose to remain there." + +"You cannot control circumstances, my dear sir; `man +proposes, and God disposes.'" Andrea sighed. "But," said he, +"so long as I do remain in Paris, and nothing forces me to +quit it, do you mean to tell me that I may rely on receiving +the sum you just now mentioned to me?" + +"You may." + +"Shall I receive it from my father?" asked Andrea, with some +uneasiness. + +"Yes, you will receive it from your father personally, but +Lord Wilmore will be the security for the money. He has, at +the request of your father, opened an account of 6,000 +francs a month at M. Danglars', which is one of the safest +banks in Paris." + +"And does my father mean to remain long in Paris?" asked +Andrea. + +"Only a few days," replied Monte Cristo. "His service does +not allow him to absent himself more than two or three weeks +together." + +"Ah, my dear father!" exclaimed Andrea, evidently charmed +with the idea of his speedy departure. + +"Therefore," said Monte Cristo feigning to mistake his +meaning -- "therefore I will not, for another instant, +retard the pleasure of your meeting. Are you prepared to +embrace your worthy father?" + +"I hope you do not doubt it." + +"Go, then, into the drawing-room, my young friend, where you +will find your father awaiting you." Andrea made a low bow +to the count, and entered the adjoining room. Monte Cristo +watched him till he disappeared, and then touched a spring +in a panel made to look like a picture, which, in sliding +partly from the frame, discovered to view a small opening, +so cleverly contrived that it revealed all that was passing +in the drawing-room now occupied by Cavalcanti and Andrea. +The young man closed the door behind him, and advanced +towards the major, who had risen when he heard steps +approaching him. "Ah, my dear father!" said Andrea in a loud +voice, in order that the count might hear him in the next +room, "is it really you?" + +"How do you do, my dear son?" said the major gravely. + +"After so many years of painful separation," said Andrea, in +the same tone of voice, and glancing towards the door, "what +a happiness it is to meet again!" + +"Indeed it is, after so long a separation." + +"Will you not embrace me, sir?" said Andrea. + +"If you wish it, my son," said the major; and the two men +embraced each other after the fashion of actors on the +stage; that is to say, each rested his head on the other's +shoulder. + +"Then we are once more reunited?" said Andrea. + +"Once more," replied the major. + +"Never more to be separated?" + +"Why, as to that -- I think, my dear son, you must be by +this time so accustomed to France as to look upon it almost +as a second country." + +"The fact is," said the young man, "that I should be +exceedingly grieved to leave it." + +"As for me, you must know I cannot possibly live out of +Lucca; therefore I shall return to Italy as soon as I can." + +"But before you leave France, my dear father, I hope you +will put me in possession of the documents which will be +necessary to prove my descent." + +"Certainly; I am come expressly on that account; it has cost +me much trouble to find you, but I had resolved on giving +them into your hands, and if I had to recommence my search, +it would occupy all the few remaining years of my life." + +"Where are these papers, then?" + +"Here they are." + +Andrea seized the certificate of his father's marriage and +his own baptismal register, and after having opened them +with all the eagerness which might be expected under the +circumstances, he read them with a facility which proved +that he was accustomed to similar documents, and with an +expression which plainly denoted an unusual interest in the +contents. When he had perused the documents, an indefinable +expression of pleasure lighted up his countenance, and +looking at the major with a most peculiar smile, he said, in +very excellent Tuscan, -- "Then there is no longer any such +thing, in Italy as being condemned to the galleys?" The +major drew himself up to his full height. + +"Why? -- what do you mean by that question?" + +"I mean that if there were, it would be impossible to draw +up with impunity two such deeds as these. In France, my dear +sir, half such a piece of effrontery as that would cause you +to be quickly despatched to Toulon for five years, for +change of air." + +"Will you be good enough to explain your meaning?" said the +major, endeavoring as much as possible to assume an air of +the greatest majesty. + +"My dear M. Cavalcanti," said Andrea, taking the major by +the arm in a confidential manner, "how much are you paid for +being my father?" The major was about to speak, when Andrea +continued, in a low voice. + +"Nonsense, I am going to set you an example of confidence, +they give me 50,000 francs a year to be your son; +consequently, you can understand that it is not at all +likely I shall ever deny my parent." The major looked +anxiously around him. "Make yourself easy, we are quite +alone," said Andrea; "besides, we are conversing in +Italian." + +"Well, then," replied the major, "they paid me 50,000 francs +down." + +"Monsieur Cavalcanti," said Andrea, "do you believe in fairy +tales?" + +"I used not to do so, but I really feel now almost obliged +to have faith in them." + +"You have, then, been induced to alter your opinion; you +have had some proofs of their truth?" The major drew from +his pocket a handful of gold. "Most palpable proofs," said +he, "as you may perceive." + +"You think, then, that I may rely on the count's promises?" + +"Certainly I do." + +"You are sure he will keep his word with me?" + +"To the letter, but at the same time, remember, we must +continue to play our respective parts. I, as a tender +father" -- + +"And I as a dutiful son, as they choose that I shall be +descended from you." + +"Whom do you mean by they?" + +"Ma foi, I can hardly tell, but I was alluding to those who +wrote the letter; you received one, did you not?" + +"Yes." + +"From whom?" + +"From a certain Abbe Busoni." + +"Have you any knowledge of him?" + +"No, I have never seen him." + +"What did he say in the letter?" + +"You will promise not to betray me?" + +"Rest assured of that; you well know that our interests are +the same." + +"Then read for yourself;" and the major gave a letter into +the young man's hand. Andrea read in a low voice -- + +"You are poor; a miserable old age awaits you. Would you +like to become rich, or at least independent? Set out +immediately for Paris, and demand of the Count of Monte +Cristo, Avenue des Champs Elysees, No. 30, the son whom you +had by the Marchesa Corsinari, and who was taken from you at +five years of age. This son is named Andrea Cavalcanti. In +order that you may not doubt the kind intention of the +writer of this letter, you will find enclosed an order for +2,400 francs, payable in Florence, at Signor Gozzi's; also a +letter of introduction to the Count of Monte Cristo, on whom +I give you a draft of 48,000 francs. Remember to go to the +count on the 26th May at seven o'clock in the evening. + +(Signed) + +"Abbe Busoni." + +"It is the same." + +"What do you mean?" said the major. + +"I was going to say that I received a letter almost to the +same effect." + +"You?" + +"Yes." + +"From the Abbe Busoni?" + +"No." + +"From whom, then?" + +"From an Englishman, called Lord Wilmore, who takes the name +of Sinbad the Sailor." + +"And of whom you have no more knowledge than I of the Abbe +Busoni?" + +"You are mistaken; there I am ahead of you." + +"You have seen him, then?" + +"Yes, once." + +"Where?" + +"Ah, that is just what I cannot tell you; if I did, I should +make you as wise as myself, which it is not my intention to +do." + +"And what did the letter contain?" + +"Read it." + +"`You are poor, and your future prospects are dark and +gloomy. Do you wish for a name? should you like to be rich, +and your own master?'" + +"Ma foi," said the young man; "was it possible there could +be two answers to such a question?" + +"Take the post-chaise which you will find waiting at the +Porte de Genes, as you enter Nice; pass through Turin, +Chambery, and Pont-de-Beauvoisin. Go to the Count of Monte +Cristo, Avenue des Champs Elysees, on the 26th of May, at +seven o'clock in the evening, and demand of him your father. +You are the son of the Marchese Cavalcanti and the Marchesa +Oliva Corsinari. The marquis will give you some papers which +will certify this fact, and authorize you to appear under +that name in the Parisian world. As to your rank, an annual +income of 50,000 livres will enable you to support it +admirably. I enclose a draft for 5,000 livres, payable on M. +Ferrea, banker at Nice, and also a letter of introduction to +the Count of Monte Cristo, whom I have directed to supply +all your wants. + +"Sinbad the Sailor." + +"Humph," said the major; "very good. You have seen the +count, you say?" + +"I have only just left him " + +"And has he conformed to all that the letter specified?" + +"He has." + +"Do you understand it?" + +"Not in the least." + +"There is a dupe somewhere." + +"At all events, it is neither you nor I." + +"Certainly not." + +"Well, then" -- + +"Why, it does not much concern us, do you think it does?" + +"No; I agree with you there. We must play the game to the +end, and consent to be blindfold." + +"Ah, you shall see; I promise you I will sustain my part to +admiration." + +"I never once doubted your doing so." Monte Cristo chose +this moment for re-entering the drawing-room. On hearing the +sound of his footsteps, the two men threw themselves in each +other's arms, and while they were in the midst of this +embrace, the count entered. "Well, marquis," said Monte +Cristo, "you appear to be in no way disappointed in the son +whom your good fortune has restored to you." + +"Ah, your excellency, I am overwhelmed with delight." + +"And what are your feelings?" said Monte Cristo, turning to +the young man. + +"As for me, my heart is overflowing with happiness." + +"Happy father, happy son!" said the count. + +"There is only one thing which grieves me," observed the +major, "and that is the necessity for my leaving Paris so +soon." + +"Ah, my dear M. Cavalcanti, I trust you will not leave +before I have had the honor of presenting you to some of my +friends." + +"I am at your service, sir," replied the major. + +"Now, sir," said Monte Cristo, addressing Andrea, "make your +confession." + +"To whom?" + +"Tell M. Cavalcanti something of the state of your +finances." + +"Ma foi, monsieur, you have touched upon a tender chord." + +"Do you hear what he says, major?" + +"Certainly I do." + +"But do you understand?" + +"I do." + +"Your son says he requires money." + +"Well, what would you have me do?" said the major. + +"You should furnish him with some of course," replied Monte +Cristo. + +"I?" + +"Yes, you," said the count, at the same time advancing +towards Andrea, and slipping a packet of bank-notes into the +young man's hand. + +"What is this?" + +"It is from your father." + +"From my father?" + +"Yes; did you not tell him just now that you wanted money? +Well, then, he deputes me to give you this." + +"Am I to consider this as part of my income on account?" + +"No, it is for the first expenses of your settling in +Paris." + +"Ah, how good my dear father is!" + +"Silence," said Monte Cristo; "he does not wish you to know +that it comes from him." + +"I fully appreciate his delicacy," said Andrea, cramming the +notes hastily into his pocket. + +"And now, gentlemen, I wish you good-morning," said Monte +Cristo. + +"And when shall we have the honor of seeing you again, your +excellency?" asked Cavalcanti. + +"Ah," said Andrea, "when may we hope for that pleasure?" + +"On Saturday, if you will -- Yes. -- Let me see -- Saturday +-- I am to dine at my country house, at Auteuil, on that +day, Rue de la Fontaine, No. 28. Several persons are +invited, and among others, M. Danglars, your banker. I will +introduce you to him, for it will be necessary he should +know you, as he is to pay your money." + +"Full dress?" said the major, half aloud. + +"Oh, yes, certainly," said the count; "uniform, cross, +knee-breeches." + +"And how shall I be dressed?" demanded Andrea. + +"Oh, very simply; black trousers, patent leather boots, +white waistcoat, either a black or blue coat, and a long +cravat. Go to Blin or Veronique for your clothes. Baptistin +will tell you where, if you do not know their address. The +less pretension there is in your attire, the better will be +the effect, as you are a rich man. If you mean to buy any +horses, get them of Devedeux, and if you purchase a phaeton, +go to Baptiste for it." + +"At what hour shall we come?" asked the young man. + +"About half-past six." + +"We will be with you at that time," said the major. The two +Cavalcanti bowed to the count, and left the house. Monte +Cristo went to the window, and saw them crossing the street, +arm in arm. "There go two miscreants;" said he, "it is a +pity they are not really related!" -- then, after an instant +of gloomy reflection, "Come, I will go to see the Morrels," +said he; "I think that disgust is even more sickening than +hatred." + + + +Chapter 57 +In the Lucerne Patch. + +Our readers must now allow us to transport them again to the +enclosure surrounding M. de Villefort's house, and, behind +the gate, half screened from view by the large +chestnut-trees, which on all sides spread their luxuriant +branches, we shall find some people of our acquaintance. +This time Maximilian was the first to arrive. He was +intently watching for a shadow to appear among the trees, +and awaiting with anxiety the sound of a light step on the +gravel walk. At length, the long-desired sound was heard, +and instead of one figure, as he had expected, he perceived +that two were approaching him. The delay had been occasioned +by a visit from Madame Danglars and Eugenie, which had been +prolonged beyond the time at which Valentine was expected. +That she might not appear to fail in her promise to +Maximilian, she proposed to Mademoiselle Danglars that they +should take a walk in the garden, being anxious to show that +the delay, which was doubtless a cause of vexation to him, +was not occasioned by any neglect on her part. The young +man, with the intuitive perception of a lover, quickly +understood the circumstances in which she was involuntarily +placed, and he was comforted. Besides, although she avoided +coming within speaking distance, Valentine arranged so that +Maximilian could see her pass and repass, and each time she +went by, she managed, unperceived by her companion, to cast +an expressive look at the young man, which seemed to say, +"Have patience! You see it is not my fault." And Maximilian +was patient, and employed himself in mentally contrasting +the two girls, -- one fair, with soft languishing eyes, a +figure gracefully bending like a weeping willow; the other a +brunette, with a fierce and haughty expression, and as +straight as a poplar. It is unnecessary to state that, in +the eyes of the young man, Valentine did not suffer by the +contrast. In about half an hour the girls went away, and +Maximilian understood that Mademoiselle Danglars' visit had +at last come to an end. In a few minutes Valentine +re-entered the garden alone. For fear that any one should be +observing her return, she walked slowly; and instead of +immediately directing her steps towards the gate, she seated +herself on a bench, and, carefully casting her eyes around, +to convince herself that she was not watched, she presently +arose, and proceeded quickly to join Maximilian. + +"Good-evening, Valentine," said a well-known voice. + +"Good-evening, Maximilian; I know I have kept you waiting, +but you saw the cause of my delay." + +"Yes, I recognized Mademoiselle Danglars. I was not aware +that you were so intimate with her." + +"Who told you we were intimate, Maximilian?" + +"No one, but you appeared to be so. From the manner in which +you walked and talked together, one would have thought you +were two school-girls telling your secrets to each other." + +"We were having a confidential conversation," returned +Valentine; "she was owning to me her repugnance to the +marriage with M. de Morcerf; and I, on the other hand, was +confessing to her how wretched it made me to think of +marrying M. d'Epinay." + +"Dear Valentine!" + +"That will account to you for the unreserved manner which +you observed between me and Eugenie, as in speaking of the +man whom I could not love, my thoughts involuntarily +reverted to him on whom my affections were fixed." + +"Ah, how good you are to say so, Valentine! You possess a +quality which can never belong to Mademoiselle Danglars. It +is that indefinable charm which is to a woman what perfume +is to the flower and flavor to the fruit, for the beauty of +either is not the only quality we seek." + +"It is your love which makes you look upon everything in +that light." + +"No, Valentine, I assure you such is not the case. I was +observing you both when you were walking in the garden, and, +on my honor, without at all wishing to depreciate the beauty +of Mademoiselle Danglars, I cannot understand how any man +can really love her." + +"The fact is, Maximilian, that I was there, and my presence +had the effect of rendering you unjust in your comparison." + +"No; but tell me -- it is a question of simple curiosity, +and which was suggested by certain ideas passing in my mind +relative to Mademoiselle Danglars" -- + +"I dare say it is something disparaging which you are going +to say. It only proves how little indulgence we may expect +from your sex," interrupted Valentine. + +"You cannot, at least, deny that you are very harsh judges +of each other." + +"If we are so, it is because we generally judge under the +influence of excitement. But return to your question." + +"Does Mademoiselle Danglars object to this marriage with M. +de Morcerf on account of loving another?" + +"I told you I was not on terms of strict intimacy with +Eugenie." + +"Yes, but girls tell each other secrets without being +particularly intimate; own, now, that you did question her +on the subject. Ah, I see you are smiling." + +"If you are already aware of the conversation that passed, +the wooden partition which interposed between us and you has +proved but a slight security." + +"Come, what did she say?" + +"She told me that she loved no one," said Valentine; "that +she disliked the idea of being married; that she would +infinitely prefer leading an independent and unfettered +life; and that she almost wished her father might lose his +fortune, that she might become an artist, like her friend, +Mademoiselle Louise d'Armilly." + +"Ah, you see" -- + +"Well, what does that prove?" asked Valentine. + +"Nothing," replied Maximilian. + +"Then why did you smile?" + +"Why, you know very well that you are reflecting on +yourself, Valentine." + +"Do you want me to go away?" + +"Ah, no, no. But do not let us lose time; you are the +subject on which I wish to speak." + +"True, we must be quick, for we have scarcely ten minutes +more to pass together." + +"Ma foi," said Maximilian, in consternation. + +"Yes, you are right; I am but a poor friend to you. What a +life I cause you to lead, poor Maximilian, you who are +formed for happiness! I bitterly reproach myself, I assure +you." + +"Well, what does it signify, Valentine, so long as I am +satisfied, and feel that even this long and painful suspense +is amply repaid by five minutes of your society, or two +words from your lips? And I have also a deep conviction that +heaven would not have created two hearts, harmonizing as +ours do, and almost miraculously brought us together, to +separate us at last." + +"Those are kind and cheering words. You must hope for us +both, Maximilian; that will make me at least partly happy." + +"But why must you leave me so soon?" + +"I do not know particulars. I can only tell you that Madame +de Villefort sent to request my presence, as she had a +communication to make on which a part of my fortune +depended. Let them take my fortune, I am already too rich; +and, perhaps, when they have taken it, they will leave me in +peace and quietness. You would love me as much if I were +poor, would you not, Maximilian?" + +"Oh, I shall always love you. What should I care for either +riches or poverty, if my Valentine was near me, and I felt +certain that no one could deprive me of her? But do you not +fear that this communication may relate to your marriage?" + +"I do not think that is the case." + +"However it may be, Valentine, you must not be alarmed. I +assure you that, as long as I live, I shall never love any +one else!" + +"You think to reassure me when you say that, Maximilian." + +"Pardon me, you are right. I am a brute. But I was going to +tell you that I met M. de Morcerf the other day." + +"Well?" + +"Monsieur Franz is his friend, you know." + +"What then?" + +"Monsieur de Morcerf has received a letter from Franz, +announcing his immediate return." Valentine turned pale, and +leaned her hand against the gate. "Ah heavens, if it were +that! But no, the communication would not come through +Madame de Villefort." + +"Why not?" + +"Because -- I scarcely know why -- but it has appeared as if +Madame de Villefort secretly objected to the marriage, +although she did not choose openly to oppose it." + +"Is it so? Then I feel as if I could adore Madame de +Villefort." + +"Do not be in such a hurry to do that," said Valentine, with +a sad smile. + +"If she objects to your marrying M. d'Epinay, she would be +all the more likely to listen to any other proposition." + +"No, Maximilian, it is not suitors to which Madame de +Villefort objects, it is marriage itself." + +"Marriage? If she dislikes that so much, why did she ever +marry herself?" + +"You do not understand me, Maximilian. About a year ago, I +talked of retiring to a convent. Madame de Villefort, in +spite of all the remarks which she considered it her duty to +make, secretly approved of the proposition, my father +consented to it at her instigation, and it was only on +account of my poor grandfather that I finally abandoned the +project. You can form no idea of the expression of that old +man's eye when he looks at me, the only person in the world +whom he loves, and, I had almost said, by whom he is beloved +in return. When he learned my resolution, I shall never +forget the reproachful look which he cast on me, and the +tears of utter despair which chased each other down his +lifeless cheeks. Ah, Maximilian, I experienced, at that +moment, such remorse for my intention, that, throwing myself +at his feet, I exclaimed, -- `Forgive me, pray forgive me, +my dear grandfather; they may do what they will with me, I +will never leave you.' When I had ceased speaking, he +thankfully raised his eyes to heaven, but without uttering a +word. Ah, Maximilian, I may have much to suffer, but I feel +as if my grandfather's look at that moment would more than +compensate for all." + +"Dear Valentine, you are a perfect angel, and I am sure I do +not know what I -- sabring right and left among the Bedouins +-- can have done to merit your being revealed to me, unless, +indeed, heaven took into consideration the fact that the +victims of my sword were infidels. But tell me what interest +Madame de Villefort can have in your remaining unmarried?" + +"Did I not tell you just now that I was rich, Maximilian -- +too rich? I possess nearly 50,000 livres in right of my +mother; my grandfather and my grandmother, the Marquis and +Marquise de Saint-Meran, will leave me as much, and M. +Noirtier evidently intends making me his heir. My brother +Edward, who inherits nothing from his mother, will, +therefore, be poor in comparison with me. Now, if I had +taken the veil, all this fortune would have descended to my +father, and, in reversion, to his son." + +"Ah, how strange it seems that such a young and beautiful +woman should be so avaricious." + +"It is not for herself that she is so, but for her son, and +what you regard as a vice becomes almost a virtue when +looked at in the light of maternal love." + +"But could you not compromise matters, and give up a portion +of your fortune to her son?" + +"How could I make such a proposition, especially to a woman +who always professes to be so entirely disinterested?" + +"Valentine, I have always regarded our love in the light of +something sacred; consequently, I have covered it with the +veil of respect, and hid it in the innermost recesses of my +soul. No human being, not even my sister, is aware of its +existence. Valentine, will you permit me to make a confidant +of a friend and reveal to him the love I bear you?" + +Valentine started. "A friend, Maximilian; and who is this +friend? I tremble to give my permission." + +"Listen, Valentine. Have you never experienced for any one +that sudden and irresistible sympathy which made you feel as +if the object of it had been your old and familiar friend, +though, in reality, it was the first time you had ever met? +Nay, further, have you never endeavored to recall the time, +place, and circumstances of your former intercourse, and +failing in this attempt, have almost believed that your +spirits must have held converse with each other in some +state of being anterior to the present, and that you are +only now occupied in a reminiscence of the past?" + +"Yes." + +"Well, that is precisely the feeling which I experienced +when I first saw that extraordinary man." + +"Extraordinary, did you say?" + +"Yes." + +"You have known him for some time, then?" + +"Scarcely longer than eight or ten days." + +"And do you call a man your friend whom you have only known +for eight or ten days? Ah, Maximilian, I had hoped you set a +higher value on the title of friend." + +"Your logic is most powerful, Valentine, but say what you +will, I can never renounce the sentiment which has +instinctively taken possession of my mind. I feel as if it +were ordained that this man should be associated with all +the good which the future may have in store for me, and +sometimes it really seems as if his eye was able to see what +was to come, and his hand endowed with the power of +directing events according to his own will." + +"He must be a prophet, then," said Valentine, smiling. + +"Indeed," said Maximilian, "I have often been almost tempted +to attribute to him the gift of prophecy; at all events, he +has a wonderful power of foretelling any future good." + +"Ah," said Valentine in a mournful tone, "do let me see this +man, Maximilian; he may tell me whether I shall ever be +loved sufficiently to make amends for all I have suffered." + +"My poor girl, you know him already." + +"I know him?" + +"Yes; it was he who saved the life of your step-mother and +her son." + +"The Count of Monte Cristo?" + +"The same." + +"Ah," cried Valentine, "he is too much the friend of Madame +de Villefort ever to be mine." + +"The friend of Madame de Villefort! It cannot be; surely, +Valentine, you are mistaken?" + +"No, indeed, I am not; for I assure you, his power over our +household is almost unlimited. Courted by my step-mother, +who regards him as the epitome of human wisdom; admired by +my father, who says he has never before heard such sublime +ideas so eloquently expressed; idolized by Edward, who, +notwithstanding his fear of the count's large black eyes, +runs to meet him the moment he arrives, and opens his hand, +in which he is sure to find some delightful present, -- M. +de Monte Cristo appears to exert a mysterious and almost +uncontrollable influence over all the members of our +family." + +"If such be the case, my dear Valentine, you must yourself +have felt, or at all events will soon feel, the effects of +his presence. He meets Albert de Morcerf in Italy -- it is +to rescue him from the hands of the banditti; he introduces +himself to Madame Danglars -- it is that he may give her a +royal present; your step-mother and her son pass before his +door -- it is that his Nubian may save them from +destruction. This man evidently possesses the power of +influencing events, both as regards men and things. I never +saw more simple tastes united to greater magnificence. His +smile is so sweet when he addresses me, that I forget it +ever can be bitter to others. Ah, Valentine, tell me, if he +ever looked on you with one of those sweet smiles? if so, +depend on it, you will be happy." + +"Me?" said the young girl, "he never even glances at me; on +the contrary, if I accidentally cross his path, he appears +rather to avoid me. Ah, he is not generous, neither does he +possess that supernatural penetration which you attribute to +him, for if he did, he would have perceived that I was +unhappy; and if he had been generous, seeing me sad and +solitary, he would have used his influence to my advantage, +and since, as you say, he resembles the sun, he would have +warmed my heart with one of his life-giving rays. You say he +loves you, Maximilian; how do you know that he does? All +would pay deference to an officer like you, with a fierce +mustache and a long sabre, but they think they may crush a +poor weeping girl with impunity." + +"Ah, Valentine, I assure you you are mistaken." + +"If it were otherwise -- if he treated me diplomatically -- +that is to say, like a man who wishes, by some means or +other, to obtain a footing in the house, so that he may +ultimately gain the power of dictating to its occupants -- +he would, if it had been but once, have honored me with the +smile which you extol so loudly; but no, he saw that I was +unhappy, he understood that I could be of no use to him, and +therefore paid no attention to me whatever. Who knows but +that, in order to please Madame de Villefort and my father, +he may not persecute me by every means in his power? It is +not just that he should despise me so, without any reason. +Ah, forgive me," said Valentine, perceiving the effect which +her words were producing on Maximilian: "I have done wrong, +for I have given utterance to thoughts concerning that man +which I did not even know existed in my heart. I do not deny +the influence of which you speak, or that I have not myself +experienced it, but with me it has been productive of evil +rather than good." + +"Well, Valentine," said Morrel with a sigh, "we will not +discuss the matter further. I will not make a confidant of +him." + +"Alas," said Valentine, "I see that I have given you pain. I +can only say how sincerely I ask pardon for having griefed +you. But, indeed, I am not prejudiced beyond the power of +conviction. Tell me what this Count of Monte Cristo has done +for you." + +"I own that your question embarrasses me, Valentine, for I +cannot say that the count has rendered me any ostensible +service. Still, as I have already told you I have an +instinctive affection for him, the source of which I cannot +explain to you. Has the sun done anything for me? No; he +warms me with his rays, and it is by his light that I see +you -- nothing more. Has such and such a perfume done +anything for me? No; its odor charms one of my senses -- +that is all I can say when I am asked why I praise it. My +friendship for him is as strange and unaccountable as his +for me. A secret voice seems to whisper to me that there +must be something more than chance in this unexpected +reciprocity of friendship. In his most simple actions, as +well as in his most secret thoughts, I find a relation to my +own. You will perhaps smile at me when I tell you that, ever +since I have known this man, I have involuntarily +entertained the idea that all the good fortune which his +befallen me originated from him. However, I have managed to +live thirty years without this protection, you will say; but +I will endeavor a little to illustrate my meaning. He +invited me to dine with him on Saturday, which was a very +natural thing for him to do. Well, what have I learned +since? That your mother and M. de Villefort are both coming +to this dinner. I shall meet them there, and who knows what +future advantages may result from the interview? This may +appear to you to be no unusual combination of circumstances; +nevertheless, I perceive some hidden plot in the arrangement +-- something, in fact, more than is apparent on a casual +view of the subject. I believe that this singular man, who +appears to fathom the motives of every one, has purposely +arranged for me to meet M. and Madame de Villefort, and +sometimes, I confess, I have gone so far as to try to read +in his eyes whether he was in possession of the secret of +our love." + +"My good friend," said Valentine, "I should take you for a +visionary, and should tremble for your reason, if I were +always to hear you talk in a strain similar to this. Is it +possible that you can see anything more than the merest +chance in this meeting? Pray reflect a little. My father, +who never goes out, has several times been on the point of +refusing this invitation; Madame de Villefort, on the +contrary, is burning with the desire of seeing this +extraordinary nabob in his own house, therefore, she has +with great difficulty prevailed on my father to accompany +her. No, no; it is as I have said, Maximilian, -- there is +no one in the world of whom I can ask help but yourself and +my grandfather, who is little better than a corpse." + +"I see that you are right, logically speaking," said +Maximilian; "but the gentle voice which usually has such +power over me fails to convince me to-day." + +"I feel the same as regards yourself." said Valentine; "and +I own that, if you have no stronger proof to give me" -- + +"I have another," replied Maximilian; "but I fear you will +deem it even more absurd than the first." + +"So much the worse," said Valentine, smiling. + +"It is, nevertheless, conclusive to my mind. My ten years of +service have also confirmed my ideas on the subject of +sudden inspirations, for I have several times owed my life +to a mysterious impulse which directed me to move at once +either to the right or to the left, in order to escape the +ball which killed the comrade fighting by my side, while it +left me unharmed." + +"Dear Maximilian, why not attribute your escape to my +constant prayers for your safety? When you are away, I no +longer pray for myself, but for you." + +"Yes, since you have known me," said Morrel, smiling; "but +that cannot apply to the time previous to our acquaintance, +Valentine." + +"You are very provoking, and will not give me credit for +anything; but let me hear this second proof, which you +yourself own to be absurd." + +"Well, look through this opening, and you will see the +beautiful new horse which I rode here." + +"Ah, what a beautiful creature!" cried Valentine; "why did +you not bring him close to the gate, so that I could talk to +him and pat him?" + +"He is, as you see, a very valuable animal," said +Maximilian. "You know that my means are limited, and that I +am what would be designated a man of moderate pretensions. +Well, I went to a horse dealer's, where I saw this +magnificent horse, which I have named Medeah. I asked the +price; they told me it was 4,500 francs. I was, therefore, +obliged to give it up, as you may imagine, but I own I went +away with rather a heavy heart, for the horse had looked at +me affectionately, had rubbed his head against me and, when +I mounted him, had pranced in the most delightful way +imaginable, so that I was altogether fascinated with him. +The same evening some friends of mine visited me, -- M. de +Chateau-Renaud, M. Debray, and five or six other choice +spirits, whom you do not know, even by name. They proposed a +game of bouillotte. I never play, for I am not rich enough +to afford to lose, or sufficiently poor to desire to gain. +But I was at my own house, you understand, so there was +nothing to be done but to send for the cards, which I did. + +"Just as they were sitting down to table, M. de Monte Cristo +arrived. He took his seat amongst them; they played, and I +won. I am almost ashamed to say that my gains amounted to +5,000 francs. We separated at midnight. I could not defer my +pleasure, so I took a cabriolet and drove to the horse +dealer's. Feverish and excited, I rang at the door. The +person who opened it must have taken me for a madman, for I +rushed at once to the stable. Medeah was standing at the +rack, eating his hay. I immediately put on the saddle and +bridle, to which operation he lent himself with the best +grace possible; then, putting the 4,500 francs into the +hands of the astonished dealer, I proceeded to fulfil my +intention of passing the night in riding in the Champs +Elysees. As I rode by the count's house I perceived a light +in one of the windows, and fancied I saw the shadow of his +figure moving behind the curtain. Now, Valentine, I firmly +believe that he knew of my wish to possess this horse, and +that he lost expressly to give me the means of procuring +him." + +"My dear Maximilian, you are really too fanciful; you will +not love even me long. A man who accustoms himself to live +in such a world of poetry and imagination must find far too +little excitement in a common, every-day sort of attachment +such as ours. But they are calling me. Do you hear?" + +"Ah, Valentine," said Maximilian, "give me but one finger +through this opening in the grating, one finger, the +littlest finger of all, that I may have the happiness of +kissing it." + +"Maximilian, we said we would be to each other as two +voices, two shadows." + +"As you will, Valentine." + +"Shall you be happy if I do what you wish?" + +"Oh, yes!" Valentine mounted on a bench, and passed not only +her finger but her whole hand through the opening. +Maximilian uttered a cry of delight, and, springing +forwards, seized the hand extended towards him, and +imprinted on it a fervent and impassioned kiss. The little +hand was then immediately withdrawn, and the young man saw +Valentine hurrying towards the house, as though she were +almost terrified at her own sensations. + + + +Chapter 58 +M. Noirtier de Villefort. + +We will now relate what was passing in the house of the +king's attorney after the departure of Madame Danglars and +her daughter, and during the time of the conversation +between Maximilian and Valentine, which we have just +detailed. M. de Villefort entered his father's room, +followed by Madame de Villefort. Both of the visitors, after +saluting the old man and speaking to Barrois, a faithful +servant, who had been twenty-five years in his service, took +their places on either side of the paralytic. + +M. Noirtier was sitting in an arm-chair, which moved upon +casters, in which he was wheeled into the room in the +morning, and in the same way drawn out again at night. He +was placed before a large glass, which reflected the whole +apartment, and so, without any attempt to move, which would +have been impossible, he could see all who entered the room +and everything which was going on around him. M. Noirtier, +although almost as immovable as a corpse, looked at the +newcomers with a quick and intelligent expression, +perceiving at once, by their ceremonious courtesy, that they +were come on business of an unexpected and official +character. Sight and hearing were the only senses remaining, +and they, like two solitary sparks, remained to animate the +miserable body which seemed fit for nothing but the grave; +it was only, however, by means of one of these senses that +he could reveal the thoughts and feelings that still +occupied his mind, and the look by which he gave expression +to his inner life was like the distant gleam of a candle +which a traveller sees by night across some desert place, +and knows that a living being dwells beyond the silence and +obscurity. Noirtier's hair was long and white, and flowed +over his shoulders; while in his eyes, shaded by thick black +lashes, was concentrated, as it often happens with an organ +which is used to the exclusion of the others, all the +activity, address, force, and intelligence which were +formerly diffused over his whole body; and so although the +movement of the arm, the sound of the voice, and the agility +of the body, were wanting, the speaking eye sufficed for +all. He commanded with it; it was the medium through which +his thanks were conveyed. In short, his whole appearance +produced on the mind the impression of a corpse with living +eyes, and nothing could be more startling than to observe +the expression of anger or joy suddenly lighting up these +organs, while the rest of the rigid and marble-like features +were utterly deprived of the power of participation. Three +persons only could understand this language of the poor +paralytic; these were Villefort, Valentine, and the old +servant of whom we have already spoken. But as Villefort saw +his father but seldom, and then only when absolutely +obliged, and as he never took any pains to please or gratify +him when he was there, all the old man's happiness was +centred in his granddaughter. Valentine, by means of her +love, her patience, and her devotion, had learned to read in +Noirtier's look all the varied feelings which were passing +in his mind. To this dumb language, which was so +unintelligible to others, she answered by throwing her whole +soul into the expression of her countenance, and in this +manner were the conversations sustained between the blooming +girl and the helpless invalid, whose body could scarcely be +called a living one, but who, nevertheless, possessed a fund +of knowledge and penetration, united with a will as powerful +as ever although clogged by a body rendered utterly +incapable of obeying its impulses. Valentine had solved the +problem, and was able easily to understand his thoughts, and +to convey her own in return, and, through her untiring and +devoted assiduity, it was seldom that, in the ordinary +transactions of every-day life, she failed to anticipate the +wishes of the living, thinking mind, or the wants of the +almost inanimate body. As to the servant, he had, as we have +said, been with his master for five and twenty years, +therefore he knew all his habits, and it was seldom that +Noirtier found it necessary to ask for anything, so prompt +was he in administering to all the necessities of the +invalid. Villefort did not need the help of either Valentine +or the domestic in order to carry on with his father the +strange conversation which he was about to begin. As we have +said, he perfectly understood the old man's vocabulary, and +if he did not use it more often, it was only indifference +and ennui which prevented him from so doing. He therefore +allowed Valentine to go into the garden, sent away Barrois, +and after having seated himself at his father's right hand, +while Madame de Villefort placed herself on the left, he +addressed him thus: -- + +"I trust you will not be displeased, sir, that Valentine has +not come with us, or that I dismissed Barrois, for our +conference will be one which could not with propriety be +carried on in the presence of either. Madame de Villefort +and I have a communication to make to you." + +Noirtier's face remained perfectly passive during this long +preamble, while, on the contrary, Villefort's eye was +endeavoring to penetrate into the inmost recesses of the old +man's heart. + +"This communication," continued the procureur, in that cold +and decisive tone which seemed at once to preclude all +discussion, "will, we are sure, meet with your approbation." +The eye of the invalid still retained that vacancy of +expression which prevented his son from obtaining any +knowledge of the feelings which were passing in his mind; he +listened, nothing more. "Sir," resumed Villefort, "we are +thinking of marrying Valentine." Had the old man's face been +moulded in wax it could not have shown less emotion at this +news than was now to be traced there. "The marriage will +take place in less than three months," said Villefort. +Noirtier's eye still retained its inanimate expression. + +Madame de Villefort now took her part in the conversation +and added, -- "We thought this news would possess an +interest for you, sir, who have always entertained a great +affection for Valentine; it therefore only now remains for +us to tell you the name of the young man for whom she is +destined. It is one of the most desirable connections which +could possibly be formed; he possesses fortune, a high rank +in society, and every personal qualification likely to +render Valentine supremely happy, -- his name, moreover, +cannot be wholly unknown to you. It is M. Franz de Quesnel, +Baron d'Epinay." + +While his wife was speaking, Villefort had narrowly watched +the old man's countenance. When Madame de Villefort +pronounced the name of Franz, the pupil of M. Noirtier's eye +began to dilate, and his eyelids trembled with the same +movement that may be perceived on the lips of an individual +about to speak, and he darted a lightning glance at Madame +de Villefort and his son. The procureur, who knew the +political hatred which had formerly existed between M. +Noirtier and the elder d'Epinay, well understood the +agitation and anger which the announcement had produced; +but, feigning not to perceive either, he immediately resumed +the narrative begun by his wife. "Sir," said he, "you are +aware that Valentine is about to enter her nineteenth year, +which renders it important that she should lose no time in +forming a suitable alliance. Nevertheless, you have not been +forgotten in our plans, and we have fully ascertained +beforehand that Valentine's future husband will consent, not +to live in this house, for that might not be pleasant for +the young people, but that you should live with them; so +that you and Valentine, who are so attached to each other, +would not be separated, and you would be able to pursue +exactly the same course of life which you have hitherto +done, and thus, instead of losing, you will be a gainer by +the change, as it will secure to you two children instead of +one, to watch over and comfort you." + +Noirtier's look was furious; it was very evident that +something desperate was passing in the old man's mind, for a +cry of anger and grief rose in his throat, and not being +able to find vent in utterance, appeared almost to choke +him, for his face and lips turned quite purple with the +struggle. Villefort quietly opened a window, saying, "It is +very warm, and the heat affects M. Noirtier." He then +returned to his place, but did not sit down. "This +marriage," added Madame de Villefort, "is quite agreeable to +the wishes of M. d'Epinay and his family; besides, he had no +relations nearer than an uncle and aunt, his mother having +died at his birth, and his father having been assassinated +in 1815, that is to say, when he was but two years old; it +naturally followed that the child was permitted to choose +his own pursuits, and he has, therefore, seldom acknowledged +any other authority but that of his own will." + +"That assassination was a mysterious affair," said +Villefort, "and the perpetrators have hitherto escaped +detection, although suspicion has fallen on the head of more +than one person." Noirtier made such an effort that his lips +expanded into a smile. + +"Now," continued Villefort, "those to whom the guilt really +belongs, by whom the crime was committed, on whose heads the +justice of man may probably descend here, and the certain +judgment of God hereafter, would rejoice in the opportunity +thus afforded of bestowing such a peace-offering as +Valentine on the son of him whose life they so ruthlessly +destroyed." Noirtier had succeeded in mastering his emotion +more than could have been deemed possible with such an +enfeebled and shattered frame. "Yes, I understand," was the +reply contained in his look; and this look expressed a +feeling of strong indignation, mixed with profound contempt. +Villefort fully understood his father's meaning, and +answered by a slight shrug of his shoulders. He then +motioned to his wife to take leave. "Now sir," said Madame +de Villefort, "I must bid you farewell. Would you like me to +send Edward to you for a short time?" + +It had been agreed that the old man should express his +approbation by closing his eyes, his refusal by winking them +several times, and if he had some desire or feeling to +express, he raised them to heaven. If he wanted Valentine, +he closed his right eye only, and if Barrois, the left. At +Madame de Villefort's proposition he instantly winked his +eyes. Provoked by a complete refusal, she bit her lip and +said, "Then shall I send Valentine to you?" The old man +closed his eyes eagerly, thereby intimating that such was +his wish. M. and Madame de Villefort bowed and left the +room, giving orders that Valentine should be summoned to her +grandfather's presence, and feeling sure that she would have +much to do to restore calmness to the perturbed spirit of +the invalid. Valentine, with a color still heightened by +emotion, entered the room just after her parents had quitted +it. One look was sufficient to tell her that her grandfather +was suffering, and that there was much on his mind which he +was wishing to communicate to her. "Dear grandpapa," cried +she, "what has happened? They have vexed you, and you are +angry?" The paralytic closed his eyes in token of assent. +"Who has displeased you? Is it my father?" + +"No." + +"Madame de Villefort?" + +"No." + +"Me?" The former sign was repeated. "Are you displeased with +me?" cried Valentine in astonishment. M. Noirtier again +closed his eyes. "And what have I done, dear grandpapa, that +you should be angry with me?" cried Valentine. + +There was no answer, and she continued. "I have not seen you +all day. Has any one been speaking to you against me?" + +"Yes," said the old man's look, with eagerness. + +"Let me think a moment. I do assure you, grandpapa -- Ah -- +M. and Madame de Villefort have just left this room, have +they not?" + +"Yes." + +"And it was they who told you something which made you +angry? What was it then? May I go and ask them, that I may +have the opportunity of making my peace with you?" + +"No, no," said Noirtier's look. + +"Ah, you frighten me. What can they have said?" and she +again tried to think what it could be. + +"Ah, I know," said she, lowering her voice and going close +to the old man. "They have been speaking of my marriage, -- +have they not?" + +"Yes," replied the angry look. + +"I understand; you are displeased at the silence I have +preserved on the subject. The reason of it was, that they +had insisted on my keeping the matter a secret, and begged +me not to tell you anything of it. They did not even +acquaint me with their intentions, and I only discovered +them by chance, that is why I have been so reserved with +you, dear grandpapa. Pray forgive me." But there was no look +calculated to reassure her; all it seemed to say was, "It is +not only your reserve which afflicts me." + +"What is it, then?" asked the young girl. "Perhaps you think +I shall abandon you, dear grandpapa, and that I shall forget +you when I am married?" + +"No." + +"They told you, then, that M. d'Epinay consented to our all +living together?" + +"Yes." + +"Then why are you still vexed and grieved?" The old man's +eyes beamed with an expression of gentle affection. "Yes, I +understand," said Valentine; "it is because you love me." +The old man assented. "And you are afraid I shall be +unhappy?" + +"Yes." + +"You do not like M. Franz?" The eyes repeated several times, +"No, no, no." + +"Then you are vexed with the engagement?" + +"Yes." + +"Well, listen," said Valentine, throwing herself on her +knees, and putting her arm round her grandfather's neck, "I +am vexed, too, for I do not love M. Franz d'Epinay." An +expression of intense joy illumined the old man's eyes. +"When I wished to retire into a convent, you remember how +angry you were with me?" A tear trembled in the eye of the +invalid. "Well," continued Valentine, "the reason of my +proposing it was that I might escape this hateful marriage, +which drives me to despair." Noirtier's breathing came thick +and short. "Then the idea of this marriage really grieves +you too? Ah, if you could but help me -- if we could both +together defeat their plan! But you are unable to oppose +them, -- you, whose mind is so quick, and whose will is so +firm are nevertheless, as weak and unequal to the contest as +I am myself. Alas, you, who would have been such a powerful +protector to me in the days of your health and strength, can +now only sympathize in my joys and sorrows, without being +able to take any active part in them. However, this is much, +and calls for gratitude and heaven has not taken away all my +blessings when it leaves me your sympathy and kindness." + +At these words there appeared in Noirtier's eye an +expression of such deep meaning that the young girl thought +she could read these words there: "You are mistaken; I can +still do much for you." + +"Do you think you can help me, dear grandpapa?" said +Valentine. + +"Yes." Noirtier raised his eyes, it was the sign agreed on +between him and Valentine when he wanted anything. + +"What is it you want, dear grandpapa?" said Valentine, and +she endeavored to recall to mind all the things which he +would be likely to need; and as the ideas presented +themselves to her mind, she repeated them aloud, then, -- +finding that all her efforts elicited nothing but a constant +"No," -- she said, "Come, since this plan does not answer, I +will have recourse to another." She then recited all the +letters of the alphabet from A down to N. When she arrived +at that letter the paralytic made her understand that she +had spoken the initial letter of the thing he wanted. "Ah," +said Valentine, "the thing you desire begins with the letter +N; it is with N that we have to do, then. Well, let me see, +what can you want that begins with N? Na -- Ne -- Ni -- No" +-- + +"Yes, yes, yes," said the old man's eye. + +"Ah, it is No, then?" + +"Yes." Valentine fetched a dictionary, which she placed on a +desk before Noirtier; she opened it, and, seeing that the +odd man's eye was thoroughly fixed on its pages, she ran her +finger quickly up and down the columns. During the six years +which had passed since Noirtier first fell into this sad +state, Valentine's powers of invention had been too often +put to the test not to render her expert in devising +expedients for gaining a knowledge of his wishes, and the +constant practice had so perfected her in the art that she +guessed the old man's meaning as quickly as if he himself +had been able to seek for what he wanted. At the word +"Notary," Noirtier made a sign to her to stop. "Notary," +said she, "do you want a notary, dear grandpapa?" The old +man again signified that it was a notary he desired. + +"You would wish a notary to be sent for then?" said +Valentine. + +"Yes." + +"Shall my father be informed of your wish?" + +"Yes." + +"Do you wish the notary to be sent for immediately?" + +"Yes." + +"Then they shall go for him directly, dear grandpapa. Is +that all you want?" + +"Yes." Valentine rang the bell, and ordered the servant to +tell Monsieur or Madame de Villefort that they were +requested to come to M. Noirtier's room. "Are you satisfied +now?" inquired Valentine. + +"Yes." + +"I am sure you are; it is not very difficult to discover +that," -- and the young girl smiled on her grandfather, as +if he had been a child. M. de Villefort entered, followed by +Barrois. "What do you want me for, sir?" demanded he of the +paralytic. + +"Sir," said Valentine, "my grandfather wishes for a notary." +At this strange and unexpected demand M. de Villefort and +his father exchanged looks. "Yes," motioned the latter, with +a firmness which seemed to declare that with the help of +Valentine and his old servant, who both knew what his wishes +were, he was quite prepared to maintain the contest. "Do you +wish for a notary?" asked Villefort. + +"Yes." + +"What to do?" + +Noirtier made no answer. "What do you want with a notary?" +again repeated Villefort. The invalid's eye remained fixed, +by which expression he intended to intimate that his +resolution was unalterable. "Is it to do us some ill turn? +Do you think it is worth while?" said Villefort. + +"Still," said Barrois, with the freedom and fidelity of an +old servant, "if M. Noirtier asks for a notary, I suppose he +really wishes for a notary; therefore I shall go at once and +fetch one." Barrois acknowledged no master but Noirtier, and +never allowed his desires in any way to be contradicted. + +"Yes, I do want a notary," motioned the old man, shutting +his eyes with a look of defiance, which seemed to say, "and +I should like to see the person who dares to refuse my +request." + +"You shall have a notary, as you absolutely wish for one, +sir," said Villefort; "but I shall explain to him your state +of health, and make excuses for you, for the scene cannot +fail of being a most ridiculous one." + +"Never mind that," said Barrois; "I shall go and fetch a +notary, nevertheless," -- and the old servant departed +triumphantly on his mission. + + + +Chapter 59 +The Will. + +As soon as Barrois had left the room, Noirtier looked at +Valentine with a malicious expression that said many things. +The young girl perfectly understood the look, and so did +Villefort, for his countenance became clouded, and he +knitted his eyebrows angrily. He took a seat, and quietly +awaited the arrival of the notary. Noirtier saw him seat +himself with an appearance of perfect indifference, at the +same time giving a side look at Valentine, which made her +understand that she also was to remain in the room. +Three-quarters of an hour after, Barrois returned, bringing +the notary with him. "Sir," said Villefort, after the first +salutations were over, "you were sent for by M. Noirtier, +whom you see here. All his limbs have become completely +paralysed, he has lost his voice also, and we ourselves find +much trouble in endeavoring to catch some fragments of his +meaning." Noirtier cast an appealing look on Valentine, +which look was at once so earnest and imperative, that she +answered immediately. "Sir," said she, "I perfectly +understand my grandfather's meaning at all times." + +"That is quite true," said Barrois; "and that is what I told +the gentleman as we walked along." + +"Permit me," said the notary, turning first to Villefort and +then to Valentine -- "permit me to state that the case in +question is just one of those in which a public officer like +myself cannot proceed to act without thereby incurring a +dangerous responsibility. The first thing necessary to +render an act valid is, that the notary should be thoroughly +convinced that he has faithfully interpreted the will and +wishes of the person dictating the act. Now I cannot be sure +of the approbation or disapprobation of a client who cannot +speak, and as the object of his desire or his repugnance +cannot be clearly proved to me, on account of his want of +speech, my services here would be quite useless, and cannot +be legally exercised." The notary then prepared to retire. +An imperceptible smile of triumph was expressed on the lips +of the procureur. Noirtier looked at Valentine with an +expression so full of grief, that she arrested the departure +of the notary. "Sir," said she, "the language which I speak +with my grandfather may be easily learnt, and I can teach +you in a few minutes, to understand it almost as well as I +can myself. Will you tell me what you require, in order to +set your conscience quite at ease on the subject?" + +"In order to render an act valid, I must be certain of the +approbation or disapprobation of my client. Illness of body +would not affect the validity of the deed, but sanity of +mind is absolutely requisite." + +"Well, sir, by the help of two signs, with which I will +acquaint you presently, you may ascertain with perfect +certainty that my grandfather is still in the full +possession of all his mental faculties. M. Noirtier, being +deprived of voice and motion, is accustomed to convey his +meaning by closing his eyes when he wishes to signify `yes,' +and to wink when he means `no.' You now know quite enough to +enable you to converse with M. Noirtier; -- try." Noirtier +gave Valentine such a look of tenderness and gratitude that +it was comprehended even by the notary himself. "You have +heard and understood what your granddaughter has been +saying, sir, have you?" asked the notary. Noirtier closed +his eyes. "And you approve of what she said -- that is to +say, you declare that the signs which she mentioned are +really those by means of which you are accustomed to convey +your thoughts?" + +"Yes." + +"It was you who sent for me?" + +"Yes." + +"To make your will?" + +"Yes." + +"And you do not wish me to go away without fulfilling your +original intentions?" The old man winked violently. "Well, +sir," said the young girl, "do you understand now, and is +your conscience perfectly at rest on the subject?" But +before the notary could answer, Villefort had drawn him +aside. "Sir," said he, "do you suppose for a moment that a +man can sustain a physical shock, such as M. Noirtier has +received, without any detriment to his mental faculties?" + +"It is not exactly that, sir," said the notary, "which makes +me uneasy, but the difficulty will be in wording his +thoughts and intentions, so as to be able to get his +answers." + +"You must see that to be an utter impossibility," said +Villefort. Valentine and the old man heard this +conversation, and Noirtier fixed his eye so earnestly on +Valentine that she felt bound to answer to the look. + +"Sir," said she, "that need not make you uneasy, however +difficult it may at first sight appear to be. I can discover +and explain to you my grandfather's thoughts, so as to put +an end to all your doubts and fears on the subject. I have +now been six years with M. Noirtier, and let him tell you if +ever once, during that time, he has entertained a thought +which he was unable to make me understand." + +"No," signed the old man. + +"Let us try what we can do, then," said the notary. "You +accept this young lady as your interpreter, M. Noirtier?" + +"Yes." + +"Well, sir, what do you require of me, and what document is +it that you wish to be drawn up?" Valentine named all the +letters of the alphabet until she came to W. At this letter +the eloquent eye of Noirtier gave her notice that she was to +stop. "It is very evident that it is the letter W which M. +Noirtier wants," said the notary. "Wait," said Valentine; +and, turning to her grandfather, she repeated, "Wa -- We -- +Wi" -- The old man stopped her at the last syllable. +Valentine then took the dictionary, and the notary watched +her while she turned over the pages. She passed her finger +slowly down the columns, and when she came to the word +"Will," M. Noirtier's eye bade her stop. "Will," said the +notary; "it is very evident that M. Noirtier is desirous of +making his will." + +"Yes, yes, yes," motioned the invalid. + +"Really, sir, you must allow that this is most +extraordinary," said the astonished notary, turning to M. de +Villefort. "Yes," said the procureur, "and I think the will +promises to be yet more extraordinary, for I cannot see how +it is to be drawn up without the intervention of Valentine, +and she may, perhaps, be considered as too much interested +in its contents to allow of her being a suitable interpreter +of the obscure and ill-defined wishes of her grandfather." + +"No, no, no," replied the eye of the paralytic. + +"What?" said Villefort, "do you mean to say that Valentine +is not interested in your will?" + +"No." + +"Sir," said the notary, whose interest had been greatly +excited, and who had resolved on publishing far and wide the +account of this extraordinary and picturesque scene, "what +appeared so impossible to me an hour ago, has now become +quite easy and practicable, and this may be a perfectly +valid will, provided it be read in the presence of seven +witnesses, approved by the testator, and sealed by the +notary in the presence of the witnesses. As to the time, it +will not require very much more than the generality of +wills. There are certain forms necessary to be gone through, +and which are always the same. As to the details, the +greater part will be furnished afterwards by the state in +which we find the affairs of the testator, and by yourself, +who, having had the management of them, can doubtless give +full information on the subject. But besides all this, in +order that the instrument may not be contested, I am anxious +to give it the greatest possible authenticity, therefore, +one of my colleagues will help me, and, contrary to custom, +will assist in the dictation of the testament. Are you +satisfied, sir?" continued the notary, addressing the old +man. + +"Yes," looked the invalid, his eye beaming with delight at +the ready interpretation of his meaning. + +"What is he going to do?" thought Villefort, whose position +demanded much reserve, but who was longing to know what his +father's intentions were. He left the room to give orders +for another notary to be sent, but Barrois, who had heard +all that passed, had guessed his master's wishes, and had +already gone to fetch one. The procureur then told his wife +to come up. In the course of a quarter of an hour every one +had assembled in the chamber of the paralytic; the second +notary had also arrived. A few words sufficed for a mutual +understanding between the two officers of the law. They read +to Noirtier the formal copy of a will, in order to give him +an idea of the terms in which such documents are generally +couched; then, in order to test the capacity of the +testator, the first notary said, turning towards him, -- +"When an individual makes his will, it is generally in favor +or in prejudice of some person." + +"Yes." + +"Have you an exact idea of the amount of your fortune?" + +"Yes." + +"I will name to you several sums which will increase by +gradation; you will stop me when I reach the one +representing the amount of your own possessions?" + +"Yes." There was a kind of solemnity in this interrogation. +Never had the struggle between mind and matter been more +apparent than now, and if it was not a sublime, it was, at +least, a curious spectacle. They had formed a circle round +the invalid; the second notary was sitting at a table, +prepared for writing, and his colleague was standing before +the testator in the act of interrogating him on the subject +to which we have alluded. "Your fortune exceeds 300,000 +francs, does it not?" asked he. Noirtier made a sign that it +did. "Do you possess 400,000 francs?" inquired the notary. +Noirtier's eye remained immovable. "Five hundred thousand?" +The same expression continued. "Six hundred thousand -- +700,000 -- 800,000 -- 900,000?" Noirtier stopped him at the +last-named sum. "You are then in possession of 900,000 +francs?" asked the notary. "Yes." + +"In landed property?" + +"No." + +"In stock?" + +"Yes." + +"The stock is in your own hands?" The look which M. Noirtier +cast on Barrois showed that there was something wanting +which he knew where to find. The old servant left the room, +and presently returned, bringing with him a small casket. +"Do you permit us to open this casket?" asked the notary. +Noirtier gave his assent. They opened it, and found 900,000 +francs in bank scrip. The first notary handed over each +note, as he examined it, to his colleague. + +The total amount was found to be as M. Noirtier had stated. +"It is all as he has said; it is very evident that the mind +still retains its full force and vigor." Then, turning +towards the paralytic, he said, "You possess, then, 900,000 +francs of capital, which, according to the manner in which +you have invested it, ought to bring in an income of about +40,000 livres?" + +"Yes." + +"To whom do you desire to leave this fortune?" + +"Oh," said Madame de Villefort, "there is not much doubt on +that subject. M. Noirtier tenderly loves his granddaughter, +Mademoiselle de Villefort; it is she who has nursed and +tended him for six years, and has, by her devoted attention, +fully secured the affection, I had almost said the +gratitude, of her grandfather, and it is but just that she +should reap the fruit of her devotion." The eye of Noirtier +clearly showed by its expression that he was not deceived by +the false assent given by Madame de Villefort's words and +manner to the motives which she supposed him to entertain. +"Is it, then, to Mademoiselle Valentine de Villefort that +you leave these 900,000 francs?" demanded the notary, +thinking he had only to insert this clause, but waiting +first for the assent of Noirtier, which it was necessary +should be given before all the witnesses of this singular +scene. Valentine, when her name was made the subject of +discussion, had stepped back, to escape unpleasant +observation; her eyes were cast down, and she was crying. +The old man looked at her for an instant with an expression +of the deepest tenderness, then, turning towards the notary, +he significantly winked his eye in token of dissent. + +"What," said the notary, "do you not intend making +Mademoiselle Valentine de Villefort your residuary legatee?" + +"No." + +"You are not making any mistake, are you?" said the notary; +"you really mean to declare that such is not your +intention?" + +"No," repeated Noirtier; "No." Valentine raised her head, +struck dumb with astonishment. It was not so much the +conviction that she was disinherited that caused her grief, +but her total inability to account for the feelings which +had provoked her grandfather to such an act. But Noirtier +looked at her with so much affectionate tenderness that she +exclaimed, "Oh, grandpapa, I see now that it is only your +fortune of which you deprive me; you still leave me the love +which I have always enjoyed." + +"Ah, yes, most assuredly," said the eyes of the paralytic, +for he closed them with an expression which Valentine could +not mistake. "Thank you, thank you," murmured she. The old +man's declaration that Valentine was not the destined +inheritor of his fortune had excited the hopes of Madame de +Villefort; she gradually approached the invalid, and said: +"Then, doubtless, dear M. Noirtier, you intend leaving your +fortune to your grandson, Edward de Villefort?" The winking +of the eyes which answered this speech was most decided and +terrible, and expressed a feeling almost amounting to +hatred. + +"No?" said the notary; "then, perhaps, it is to your son, M. +de Villefort?" + +"No." The two notaries looked at each other in mute +astonishment and inquiry as to what were the real intentions +of the testator. Villefort and his wife both grew red, one +from shame, the other from anger. + +"What have we all done, then, dear grandpapa?" said +Valentine; "you no longer seem to love any of us?" The old +man's eyes passed rapidly from Villefort and his wife, and +rested on Valentine with a look of unutterable fondness. +"Well," said she; "if you love me, grandpapa, try and bring +that love to bear upon your actions at this present moment. +You know me well enough to be quite sure that I have never +thought of your fortune; besides, they say I am already rich +in right of my mother -- too rich, even. Explain yourself, +then." Noirtier fixed his intelligent eyes on Valentine's +hand. "My hand?" said she. + +"Yes." + +"Her hand!" exclaimed every one. + +"Oh, gentlemen, you see it is all useless, and that my +father's mind is really impaired," said Villefort. + +"Ah," cried Valentine suddenly, "I understand. It is my +marriage you mean, is it not, dear grandpapa?" + +"Yes, yes, yes," signed the paralytic, casting on Valentine +a look of joyful gratitude for having guessed his meaning. + +"You are angry with us all on account of this marriage, are +you not?" + +"Yes?" + +"Really, this is too absurd," said Villefort. + +"Excuse me, sir," replied the notary; "on the contrary, the +meaning of M. Noirtier is quite evident to me, and I can +quite easily connect the train of ideas passing in his +mind." + +"You do not wish me to marry M. Franz d'Epinay?" observed +Valentine. + +"I do not wish it," said the eye of her grandfather. "And +you disinherit your granddaughter," continued the notary, +"because she has contracted an engagement contrary to your +wishes?" + +"Yes." + +"So that, but for this marriage, she would have been your +heir?" + +"Yes." There was a profound silence. The two notaries were +holding a consultation as to the best means of proceeding +with the affair. Valentine was looking at her grandfather +with a smile of intense gratitude, and Villefort was biting +his lips with vexation, while Madame de Villefort could not +succeed in repressing an inward feeling of joy, which, in +spite of herself, appeared in her whole countenance. "But," +said Villefort, who was the first to break the silence, "I +consider that I am the best judge of the propriety of the +marriage in question. I am the only person possessing the +right to dispose of my daughter's hand. It is my wish that +she should marry M. Franz d'Epinay -- and she shall marry +him." Valentine sank weeping into a chair. + +"Sir," said the notary, "how do you intend disposing of your +fortune in case Mademoiselle de Villefort still determines +on marrying M. Franz?" The old man gave no answer. "You +will, of course, dispose of it in some way or other?" + +"Yes." + +"In favor of some member of your family?" + +"No." + +"Do you intend devoting it to charitable purposes, then?" +pursued the notary. + +"Yes." + +"But," said the notary, "you are aware that the law does not +allow a son to be entirely deprived of his patrimony?" + +"Yes." + +"You only intend, then, to dispose of that part of your +fortune which the law allows you to subtract from the +inheritance of your son?" Noirtier made no answer. "Do you +still wish to dispose of all?" + +"Yes." + +"But they will contest the will after your death?" + +"No." + +"My father knows me," replied Villefort; "he is quite sure +that his wishes will be held sacred by me; besides, he +understands that in my position I cannot plead against the +poor." The eye of Noirtier beamed with triumph. "What do you +decide on, sir?" asked the notary of Villefort. + +"Nothing, sir; it is a resolution which my father has taken +and I know he never alters his mind. I am quite resigned. +These 900,000 francs will go out of the family in order to +enrich some hospital; but it is ridiculous thus to yield to +the caprices of an old man, and I shall, therefore, act +according to my conscience." Having said this, Villefort +quitted the room with his wife, leaving his father at +liberty to do as he pleased. The same day the will was made, +the witnesses were brought, it was approved by the old man, +sealed in the presence of all and given in charge to M. +Deschamps, the family notary. + + + +Chapter 60 +The Telegraph. + +M. and Madame de Villefort found on their return that the +Count of Monte Cristo, who had come to visit them in their +absence, had been ushered into the drawing-room, and was +still awaiting them there. Madame de Villefort, who had not +yet sufficiently recovered from her late emotion to allow of +her entertaining visitors so immediately, retired to her +bedroom, while the procureur, who could better depend upon +himself, proceeded at once to the salon. Although M. de +Villefort flattered himself that, to all outward view, he +had completely masked the feelings which were passing in his +mind, he did not know that the cloud was still lowering on +his brow, so much so that the count, whose smile was +radiant, immediately noticed his sombre and thoughtful air. +"Ma foi," said Monte Cristo, after the first compliments +were over, "what is the matter with you, M. de Villefort? +Have I arrived at the moment when you were drawing up an +indictment for a capital crime?" Villefort tried to smile. +"No, count," he replied, "I am the only victim in this case. +It is I who lose my cause, and it is ill-luck, obstinacy, +and folly which have caused it to be decided against me." + +"To what do you refer?" said Monte Cristo with well-feigned +interest. "Have you really met with some great misfortune?" + +"Oh, no, monsieur," said Villefort with a bitter smile; "it +is only a loss of money which I have sustained -- nothing +worth mentioning, I assure you." + +"True," said Monte Cristo, "the loss of a sum of money +becomes almost immaterial with a fortune such as you +possess, and to one of your philosophic spirit." + +"It is not so much the loss of the money that vexes me," +said Villefort, "though, after all, 900,000 francs are worth +regretting; but I am the more annoyed with this fate, +chance, or whatever you please to call the power which has +destroyed my hopes and my fortune, and may blast the +prospects of my child also, as it is all occasioned by an +old man relapsed into second childhood." + +"What do you say?" said the count; "900,000 francs? It is +indeed a sum which might be regretted even by a philosopher. +And who is the cause of all this annoyance?" + +"My father, as I told you." + +"M. Noirtier? But I thought you told me he had become +entirely paralyzed, and that all his faculties were +completely destroyed?" + +"Yes, his bodily faculties, for he can neither move nor +speak, nevertheless he thinks, acts, and wills in the manner +I have described. I left him about five minutes ago, and he +is now occupied in dictating his will to two notaries." + +"But to do this he must have spoken?" + +"He has done better than that -- he has made himself +understood." + +"How was such a thing possible?" + +"By the help of his eyes, which are still full of life, and, +as you perceive, possess the power of inflicting mortal +injury." + +"My dear," said Madame de Villefort, who had just entered +the room, "perhaps you exaggerate the evil." + +"Good-morning, madame," said the count, bowing. Madame de +Villefort acknowledged the salutation with one of her most +gracious smiles. "What is this that M. de Villefort has been +telling me?" demanded Monte Cristo "and what +incomprehensible misfortune" -- + +"Incomprehensible is not the word," interrupted the +procureur, shrugging his shoulders. "It is an old man's +caprice." + +"And is there no means of making him revoke his decision?" + +"Yes," said Madame de Villefort; "and it is still entirely +in the power of my husband to cause the will, which is now +in prejudice of Valentine, to be altered in her favor." The +count, who perceived that M. and Madame de Villefort were +beginning to speak in parables, appeared to pay no attention +to the conversation, and feigned to be busily engaged in +watching Edward, who was mischievously pouring some ink into +the bird's water-glass. "My dear," said Villefort, in answer +to his wife, "you know I have never been accustomed to play +the patriarch in my family, nor have I ever considered that +the fate of a universe was to be decided by my nod. +Nevertheless, it is necessary that my will should be +respected in my family, and that the folly of an old man and +the caprice of a child should not be allowed to overturn a +project which I have entertained for so many years. The +Baron d'Epinay was my friend, as you know, and an alliance +with his son is the most suitable thing that could possibly +be arranged." + +"Do you think," said Madame de Villefort, "that Valentine is +in league with him? She has always been opposed to this +marriage, and I should not be at all surprised if what we +have just seen and heard is nothing but the execution of a +plan concerted between them." + +"Madame," said Villefort, "believe me, a fortune of 900,000 +francs is not so easily renounced." + +"She could, nevertheless, make up her mind to renounce the +world, sir, since it is only about a year ago that she +herself proposed entering a convent." + +"Never mind," replied Villefort; "I say that this marriage +shall be consummated." + +"Notwithstanding your father's wishes to the contrary?" said +Madame de Villefort, selecting a new point of attack. "That +is a serious thing." Monte Cristo, who pretended not to be +listening, heard however, every word that was said. +"Madame," replied Villefort "I can truly say that I have +always entertained a high respect for my father, because, to +the natural feeling of relationship was added the +consciousness of his moral superiority. The name of father +is sacred in two senses; he should be reverenced as the +author of our being and as a master whom we ought to obey. +But, under the present circumstances, I am justified in +doubting the wisdom of an old man who, because he hated the +father, vents his anger on the son. It would be ridiculous +in me to regulate my conduct by such caprices. I shall still +continue to preserve the same respect toward M. Noirtier; I +will suffer, without complaint, the pecuniary deprivation to +which he has subjected me; but I shall remain firm in my +determination, and the world shall see which party his +reason on his side. Consequently I shall marry my daughter +to the Baron Franz d'Epinay, because I consider it would be +a proper and eligible match for her to make, and, in short, +because I choose to bestow my daughter's hand on whomever I +please." + +"What?" said the count, the approbation of whose eye +Villefort had frequently solicited during this speech. +"What? Do you say that M. Noirtier disinherits Mademoiselle +de Villefort because she is going to marry M. le Baron Franz +d'Epinay?" + +"Yes, sir, that is the reason," said Villefort, shrugging +his shoulders. + +"The apparent reason, at least," said Madame de Villefort. + +"The real reason, madame, I can assure you; I know my +father." + +"But I want to know in what way M. d'Epinay can have +displeased your father more than any other person?" + +"I believe I know M. Franz d'Epinay," said the count; "is he +not the son of General de Quesnel, who was created Baron +d'Epinay by Charles X.?" + +"The same," said Villefort. + +"Well, but he is a charming young man, according to my +ideas." + +"He is, which makes me believe that it is only an excuse of +M. Noirtier to prevent his granddaughter marrying; old men +are always so selfish in their affection," said Madame de +Villefort. + +"But," said Monte Cristo "do you not know any cause for this +hatred?" + +"Ah, ma foi, who is to know?" + +"Perhaps it is some political difference?" + +"My father and the Baron d'Epinay lived in the stormy times +of which I only saw the ending," said Villefort. + +"Was not your father a Bonapartist?" asked Monte Cristo; "I +think I remember that you told me something of that kind." + +"My father has been a Jacobin more than anything else," said +Villefort, carried by his emotion beyond the bounds of +prudence; "and the senator's robe, which Napoleon cast on +his shoulders, only served to disguise the old man without +in any degree changing him. When my father conspired, it was +not for the emperor, it was against the Bourbons; for M. +Noirtier possessed this peculiarity, he never projected any +Utopian schemes which could never be realized, but strove +for possibilities, and he applied to the realization of +these possibilities the terrible theories of The Mountain, +-- theories that never shrank from any means that were +deemed necessary to bring about the desired result." + +"Well," said Monte Cristo, "it is just as I thought; it was +politics which brought Noirtier and M. d'Epinay into +personal contact. Although General d'Epinay served under +Napoleon, did he not still retain royalist sentiments? And +was he not the person who was assassinated one evening on +leaving a Bonapartist meeting to which he had been invited +on the supposition that he favored the cause of the +emperor?" Villefort looked at the count almost with terror. +"Am I mistaken, then?" said Monte Cristo. + +"No, sir, the facts were precisely what you have stated," +said Madame de Villefort; "and it was to prevent the renewal +of old feuds that M. de Villefort formed the idea of uniting +in the bonds of affection the two children of these +inveterate enemies." + +"It was a sublime and charitable thought," said Monte +Cristo, "and the whole world should applaud it. It would be +noble to see Mademoiselle Noirtier de Villefort assuming the +title of Madame Franz d'Epinay." Villefort shuddered and +looked at Monte Cristo as if he wished to read in his +countenance the real feelings which had dictated the words +he had just uttered. But the count completely baffled the +procureur, and prevented him from discovering anything +beneath the never-varying smile he was so constantly in the +habit of assuming. "Although," said Villefort, "it will be a +serious thing for Valentine to lose her grandfather's +fortune, I do not think that M. d'Epinay will be frightened +at this pecuniary loss. He will, perhaps, hold me in greater +esteem than the money itself, seeing that I sacrifice +everything in order to keep my word with him. Besides, he +knows that Valentine is rich in right of her mother, and +that she will, in all probability, inherit the fortune of M. +and Madame de Saint-Meran, her mother's parents, who both +love her tenderly." + +"And who are fully as well worth loving and tending as M. +Noirtier," said Madame de Villefort; "besides, they are to +come to Paris in about a month, and Valentine, after the +affront she has received, need not consider it necessary to +continue to bury herself alive by being shut up with M. +Noirtier." The count listened with satisfaction to this tale +of wounded self-love and defeated ambition. "But it seems to +me," said Monte Cristo, "and I must begin by asking your +pardon for what I am about to say, that if M. Noirtier +disinherits Mademoiselle de Villefort because she is going +to marry a man whose father he detested, he cannot have the +same cause of complaint against this dear Edward." + +"True," said Madame de Villefort, with an intonation of +voice which it is impossible to describe; "is it not unjust +-- shamefully unjust? Poor Edward is as much M. Noirtier's +grandchild as Valentine, and yet, if she had not been going +to marry M. Franz, M. Noirtier would have left her all his +money; and supposing Valentine to be disinherited by her +grandfather, she will still be three times richer than he." +The count listened and said no more. "Count," said +Villefort, "we will not entertain you any longer with our +family misfortunes. It is true that my patrimony will go to +endow charitable institutions, and my father will have +deprived me of my lawful inheritance without any reason for +doing so, but I shall have the satisfaction of knowing that +I have acted like a man of sense and feeling. M. d'Epinay, +to whom I had promised the interest of this sum, shall +receive it, even if I endure the most cruel privations." + +"However," said Madame de Villefort, returning to the one +idea which incessantly occupied her mind, "perhaps it would +be better to explain this unlucky affair to M. d'Epinay, in +order to give him the opportunity of himself renouncing his +claim to the hand of Mademoiselle de Villefort." + +"Ah, that would be a great pity," said Villefort. + +"A great pity," said Monte Cristo. + +"Undoubtedly," said Villefort, moderating the tones of his +voice, "a marriage once concerted and then broken off, +throws a sort of discredit on a young lady; then again, the +old reports, which I was so anxious to put an end to, will +instantly gain ground. No, it will all go well; M. d'Epinay, +if he is an honorable man, will consider himself more than +ever pledged to Mademoiselle de Villefort, unless he were +actuated by a decided feeling of avarice, but that is +impossible." + +"I agree with M. de Villefort," said Monte Cristo, fixing +his eyes on Madame de Villefort; "and if I were sufficiently +intimate with him to allow of giving my advice, I would +persuade him, since I have been told M. d'Epinay is coming +back, to settle this affair at once beyond all possibility +of revocation. I will answer for the success of a project +which will reflect so much honor on M. de Villefort." The +procureur arose, delighted with the proposition, but his +wife slightly changed color. "Well, that is all that I +wanted, and I will be guided by a counsellor such as you +are," said he, extending his hand to Monte Cristo. +"Therefore let every one here look upon what has passed +to-day as if it had not happened, and as though we had never +thought of such a thing as a change in our original plans." + +"Sir," said the count, "the world, unjust as it is, will be +pleased with your resolution; your friends will be proud of +you, and M. d'Epinay, even if he took Mademoiselle de +Villefort without any dowry, which he will not do, would be +delighted with the idea of entering a family which could +make such sacrifices in order to keep a promise and fulfil a +duty." At the conclusion of these words, the count rose to +depart. "Are you going to leave us, count?" said Madame de +Villefort. + +"I am sorry to say I must do so, madame, I only came to +remind you of your promise for Saturday." + +"Did you fear that we should forget it?" + +"You are very good, madame, but M. de Villefort has so many +important and urgent occupations." + +"My husband has given me his word, sir," said Madame de +Villefort; "you have just seen him resolve to keep it when +he has everything to lose, and surely there is more reason +for his doing so where he has everything to gain." + +"And," said Villefort, "is it at your house in the +Champs-Elysees that you receive your visitors?" + +"No," said Monte Cristo, "which is precisely the reason +which renders your kindness more meritorious, -- it is in +the country." + +"In the country?" + +"Yes." + +"Where is it, then? Near Paris, is it not?" + +"Very near, only half a league from the Barriers, -- it is +at Auteuil." + +"At Auteuil?" said Villefort; "true, Madame de Villefort +told me you lived at Auteuil, since it was to your house +that she was taken. And in what part of Auteuil do you +reside?" + +"Rue de la Fontaine." + +"Rue de la Fontaine!" exclaimed Villefort in an agitated +tone; "at what number?" + +"No. 28." + +"Then," cried Villefort, "was it you who bought M. de +Saint-Meran's house!" + +"Did it belong to M. de Saint-Meran?" demanded Monte Cristo. + +"Yes," replied Madame de Villefort; "and, would you believe +it, count" -- + +"Believe what?" + +"You think this house pretty, do you not?" + +"I think it charming." + +"Well, my husband would never live in it." + +"Indeed?" returned Monte Cristo, "that is a prejudice on +your part, M. de Villefort, for which I am quite at a loss +to account." + +"I do not like Auteuil, sir," said the procureur, making an +evident effort to appear calm. + +"But I hope you will not carry your antipathy so far as to +deprive me of the pleasure of your company, sir," said Monte +Cristo. + +"No, count, -- I hope -- I assure you I shall do my best," +stammered Villefort. + +"Oh," said Monte Cristo, "I allow of no excuse. On Saturday, +at six o'clock. I shall be expecting you, and if you fail to +come, I shall think -- for how do I know to the contrary? -- +that this house, which his remained uninhabited for twenty +years, must have some gloomy tradition or dreadful legend +connected with it." + +"I will come, count, -- I will be sure to come," said +Villefort eagerly. + +"Thank you," said Monte Cristo; "now you must permit me to +take my leave of you." + +"You said before that you were obliged to leave us, +monsieur," said Madame de Villefort, "and you were about to +tell us why when your attention was called to some other +subject." + +"Indeed madame," said Monte Cristo: "I scarcely know if I +dare tell you where I am going." + +"Nonsense; say on." + +"Well, then, it is to see a thing on which I have sometimes +mused for hours together." + +"What is it?" + +"A telegraph. So now I have told my secret." + +"A telegraph?" repeated Madame de Villefort. + +"Yes, a telegraph. I had often seen one placed at the end of +a road on a hillock, and in the light of the sun its black +arms, bending in every direction, always reminded me of the +claws of an immense beetle, and I assure you it was never +without emotion that I gazed on it, for I could not help +thinking how wonderful it was that these various signs +should be made to cleave the air with such precision as to +convey to the distance of three hundred leagues the ideas +and wishes of a man sitting at a table at one end of the +line to another man similarly placed at the opposite +extremity, and all this effected by a simple act of volition +on the part of the sender of the message. I began to think +of genii, sylphs, gnomes, in short, of all the ministers of +the occult sciences, until I laughed aloud at the freaks of +my own imagination. Now, it never occurred to me to wish for +a nearer inspection of these large insects, with their long +black claws, for I always feared to find under their stone +wings some little human genius fagged to death with cabals, +factions, and government intrigues. But one fine day I +learned that the mover of this telegraph was only a poor +wretch, hired for twelve hundred francs a year, and employed +all day, not in studying the heavens like an astronomer, or +in gazing on the water like an angler, or even in enjoying +the privilege of observing the country around him, but all +his monotonous life was passed in watching his +white-bellied, black-clawed fellow insect, four or five +leagues distant from him. At length I felt a desire to study +this living chrysalis more closely, and to endeavor to +understand the secret part played by these insect-actors +when they occupy themselves simply with pulling different +pieces of string." + +"And are you going there?" + +"I am." + +"What telegraph do you intend visiting? that of the home +department, or of the observatory?" + +"Oh, no; I should find there people who would force me to +understand things of which I would prefer to remain +ignorant, and who would try to explain to me, in spite of +myself, a mystery which even they do not understand. Ma foi, +I should wish to keep my illusions concerning insects +unimpaired; it is quite enough to have those dissipated +which I had formed of my fellow-creatures. I shall, +therefore, not visit either of these telegraphs, but one in +the open country where I shall find a good-natured +simpleton, who knows no more than the machine he is employed +to work." + +"You are a singular man," said Villefort. + +"What line would you advise me to study?" + +"The one that is most in use just at this time." + +"The Spanish one, you mean, I suppose?" + +"Yes; should you like a letter to the minister that they +might explain to you" -- + +"No," said Monte Cristo; "since, as I told you before, I do +not wish to comprehend it. The moment I understand it there +will no longer exist a telegraph for me; it will he nothing +more than a sign from M. Duchatel, or from M. Montalivet, +transmitted to the prefect of Bayonne, mystified by two +Greek words, tele, graphein. It is the insect with black +claws, and the awful word which I wish to retain in my +imagination in all its purity and all its importance." + +"Go then; for in the course of two hours it will be dark, +and you will not be able to see anything." + +"Ma foi, you frighten me. Which is the nearest way? +Bayonne?" + +"Yes; the road to Bayonne." + +"And afterwards the road to Chatillon?" + +"Yes." + +"By the tower of Montlhery, you mean?" + +"Yes." + +"Thank you. Good-by. On Saturday I will tell you my +impressions concerning the telegraph." At the door the count +was met by the two notaries, who had just completed the act +which was to disinherit Valentine, and who were leaving +under the conviction of having done a thing which could not +fail of redounding considerably to their credit. + + + +Chapter 61 +How a Gardener may get rid of the Dormice that eat His +Peaches. + +Not on the same night, as he had intended, but the next +morning, the Count of Monte Cristo went out by the Barrier +d'Enfer, taking the road to Orleans. Leaving the village of +Linas, without stopping at the telegraph, which flourished +its great bony arms as he passed, the count reached the +tower of Montlhery, situated, as every one knows, upon the +highest point of the plain of that name. At the foot of the +hill the count dismounted and began to ascend by a little +winding path, about eighteen inches wide; when he reached +the summit he found himself stopped by a hedge, upon which +green fruit had succeeded to red and white flowers. + +Monte Cristo looked for the entrance to the enclosure, and +was not long in finding a little wooden gate, working on +willow hinges, and fastened with a nail and string. The +count soon mastered the mechanism, the gate opened, and he +then found himself in a little garden, about twenty feet +long by twelve wide, bounded on one side by part of the +hedge, which contained the ingenious contrivance we have +called a gate, and on the other by the old tower, covered +with ivy and studded with wall-flowers. No one would have +thought in looking at this old, weather-beaten, +floral-decked tower (which might be likened to an elderly +dame dressed up to receive her grandchildren at a birthday +feast) that it would have been capable of telling strange +things, if, -- in addition to the menacing ears which the +proverb says all walls are provided with, -- it had also a +voice. The garden was crossed by a path of red gravel, edged +by a border of thick box, of many years' growth, and of a +tone and color that would have delighted the heart of +Delacroix, our modern Rubens. This path was formed in the +shape of the figure of 8, thus, in its windings, making a +walk of sixty feet in a garden of only twenty. + +Never had Flora, the fresh and smiling goddess of gardeners, +been honored with a purer or more scrupulous worship than +that which was paid to her in this little enclosure. In +fact, of the twenty rose-trees which formed the parterre, +not one bore the mark of the slug, nor were there evidences +anywhere of the clustering aphis which is so destructive to +plants growing in a damp soil. And yet it was not because +the damp had been excluded from the garden; the earth, black +as soot, the thick foliage of the trees betrayed its +presence; besides, had natural humidity been wanting, it +could have been immediately supplied by artificial means, +thanks to a tank of water, sunk in one of the corners of the +garden, and upon which were stationed a frog and a toad, +who, from antipathy, no doubt, always remained on the two +opposite sides of the basin. There was not a blade of grass +to be seen in the paths, or a weed in the flower-beds; no +fine lady ever trained and watered her geraniums, her cacti, +and her rhododendrons, with more pains than this hitherto +unseen gardener bestowed upon his little enclosure. Monte +Cristo stopped after having closed the gate and fastened the +string to the nail, and cast a look around. + +"The man at the telegraph," said he, "must either engage a +gardener or devote himself passionately to agriculture." +Suddenly he struck against something crouching behind a +wheelbarrow filled with leaves; the something rose, uttering +an exclamation of astonishment, and Monte Cristo found +himself facing a man about fifty years old, who was plucking +strawberries, which he was placing upon grape leaves. He had +twelve leaves and about as many strawberries, which, on +rising suddenly, he let fall from his hand. "You are +gathering your crop, sir?" said Monte Cristo, smiling. + +"Excuse me, sir," replied the man, raising his hand to his +cap; "I am not up there, I know, but I have only just come +down." + +"Do not let me interfere with you in anything, my friend," +said the count; "gather your strawberries, if, indeed, there +are any left." + +"I have ten left," said the man, "for here are eleven, and I +had twenty-one, five more than last year. But I am not +surprised; the spring has been warm this year, and +strawberries require heat, sir. This is the reason that, +instead of the sixteen I had last year, I have this year, +you see, eleven, already plucked -- twelve, thirteen, +fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. Ah, I miss +three, they were here last night, sir -- I am sure they were +here -- I counted them. It must be the Mere Simon's son who +has stolen them; I saw him strolling about here this +morning. Ah, the young rascal -- stealing in a garden -- he +does not know where that may lead him to." + +"Certainly, it is wrong," said Monte Cristo, "but you should +take into consideration the youth and greediness of the +delinquent." + +"Of course," said the gardener, "but that does not make it +the less unpleasant. But, sir, once more I beg pardon; +perhaps you are an officer that I am detaining here." And he +glanced timidly at the count's blue coat. + +"Calm yourself, my friend," said the count, with the smile +which he made at will either terrible or benevolent, and +which now expressed only the kindliest feeling; "I am not an +inspector, but a traveller, brought here by a curiosity he +half repents of, since he causes you to lose your time." + +"Ah, my time is not valuable," replied the man with a +melancholy smile. "Still it belongs to government, and I +ought not to waste it; but, having received the signal that +I might rest for an hour" (here he glanced at the sun-dial, +for there was everything in the enclosure of Montlhery, even +a sun-dial), "and having ten minutes before me, and my +strawberries being ripe, when a day longer -- by-the-by, +sir, do you think dormice eat them?" + +"Indeed, I should think not," replied Monte Cristo; "dormice +are bad neighbors for us who do not eat them preserved, as +the Romans did." + +"What? Did the Romans eat them?" said the gardener -- "ate +dormice?" + +"I have read so in Petronius," said the count. + +"Really? They can't be nice, though they do say `as fat as a +dormouse.' It is not a wonder they are fat, sleeping all +day, and only waking to eat all night. Listen. Last year I +had four apricots -- they stole one, I had one nectarine, +only one -- well, sir, they ate half of it on the wall; a +splendid nectarine -- I never ate a better." + +"You ate it?" + +"That is to say, the half that was left -- you understand; +it was exquisite, sir. Ah, those gentlemen never choose the +worst morsels; like Mere Simon's son, who has not chosen the +worst strawberries. But this year," continued the +horticulturist, "I'll take care it shall not happen, even if +I should be forced to sit by the whole night to watch when +the strawberries are ripe." Monte Cristo had seen enough. +Every man has a devouring passion in his heart, as every +fruit has its worm; that of the telegraph man was +horticulture. He began gathering the grape-leaves which +screened the sun from the grapes, and won the heart of the +gardener. "Did you come here, sir, to see the telegraph?" he +said. + +"Yes, if it isn't contrary to the rules." + +"Oh, no," said the gardener; "not in the least, since there +is no danger that anyone can possibly understand what we are +saying." + +"I have been told," said the count, "that you do not always +yourselves understand the signals you repeat." + +"That is true, sir, and that is what I like best," said the +man, smiling. + +"Why do you like that best?" + +"Because then I have no responsibility. I am a machine then, +and nothing else, and so long as I work, nothing more is +required of me." + +"Is it possible," said Monte Cristo to himself, "that I can +have met with a man that has no ambition? That would spoil +my plans." + +"Sir," said the gardener, glancing at the sun-dial, "the ten +minutes are almost up; I must return to my post. Will you go +up with me?" + +"I follow you." Monte Cristo entered the tower, which was +divided into three stories. The tower contained implements, +such as spades, rakes, watering-pots, hung against the wall; +this was all the furniture. The second was the man's +conventional abode, or rather sleeping-place; it contained a +few poor articles of household furniture -- a bed, a table, +two chairs, a stone pitcher -- and some dry herbs, hung up +to the ceiling, which the count recognized as sweet pease, +and of which the good man was preserving the seeds; he had +labelled them with as much care as if he had been master +botanist in the Jardin des Plantes. + +"Does it require much study to learn the art of +telegraphing?" asked Monte Cristo. + +"The study does not take long; it was acting as a +supernumerary that was so tedious." + +"And what is the pay?" + +"A thousand francs, sir." + +"It is nothing." + +"No; but then we are lodged, as you perceive." + +Monte Cristo looked at the room. They passed to the third +story; it was the telegraph room. Monte Cristo looked in +turn at the two iron handles by which the machine was +worked. "It is very interesting," he said, "but it must be +very tedious for a lifetime." + +"Yes. At first my neck was cramped with looking at it, but +at the end of a year I became used to it; and then we have +our hours of recreation, and our holidays." + +"Holidays?" + +"Yes." + +"When?" + +"When we have a fog." + +"Ah, to be sure." + +"Those are indeed holidays to me; I go into the garden, I +plant, I prune, I trim, I kill the insects all day long." + +"How long have you been here?" + +"Ten years, and five as a supernumerary make fifteen." + +"You are -- " + +"Fifty-five years old." + +"How long must you have served to claim the pension?" + +"Oh, sir, twenty-five years." + +"And how much is the pension?" + +"A hundred crowns." + +"Poor humanity!" murmured Monte Cristo. + +"What did you say, sir?" asked the man. + +"I was saying it was very interesting." + +"What was?" + +"All you were showing me. And you really understand none of +these signals?" + +"None at all." + +"And have you never tried to understand them?" + +"Never. Why should I?" + +"But still there are some signals only addressed to you." + +"Certainly." + +"And do you understand them?" + +"They are always the same." + +"And they mean -- " + +"Nothing new; You have an hour; or To-morrow." + +"This is simple enough," said the count; "but look, is not +your correspondent putting itself in motion?" + +"Ah, yes; thank you, sir." + +"And what is it saying -- anything you understand?" + +"Yes; it asks if I am ready." + +"And you reply?" + +"By the same sign, which, at the same time, tells my +right-hand correspondent that I am ready, while it gives +notice to my left-hand correspondent to prepare in his +turn." + +"It is very ingenious," said the count. + +"You will see," said the man proudly; "in five minutes he +will speak." + +"I have, then, five minutes," said Monte Cristo to himself; +"it is more time than I require. My dear sir, will you allow +me to ask you a question?" + +"What is it, sir?" + +"You are fond of gardening?" + +"Passionately." + +"And you would be pleased to have, instead of this terrace +of twenty feet, an enclosure of two acres?" + +"Sir, I should make a terrestrial paradise of it." + +"You live badly on your thousand francs?" + +"Badly enough; but yet I do live." + +"Yes; but you have a wretchedly small garden." + +"True, the garden is not large." + +"And, then, such as it is, it is filled with dormice, who +eat everything." + +"Ah, they are my scourges." + +"Tell me, should you have the misfortune to turn your head +while your right-hand correspondent was telegraphing" -- + +"I should not see him." + +"Then what would happen?" + +"I could not repeat the signals." + +"And then?" + +"Not having repeated them, through negligence, I should be +fined." + +"How much?" + +"A hundred francs." + +"The tenth of your income -- that would be fine work." + +"Ah," said the man. + +"Has it ever happened to you?" said Monte Cristo. + +"Once, sir, when I was grafting a rose-tree." + +"Well, suppose you were to alter a signal, and substitute +another?" + +"Ah, that is another case; I should be turned off, and lose +my pension." + +"Three hundred francs?" + +"A hundred crowns, yes, sir; so you see that I am not likely +to do any of these things." + +"Not even for fifteen years' wages? Come, it is worth +thinking about?" + +"For fifteen thousand francs?" + +"Yes." + +"Sir, you alarm me." + +"Nonsense." + +"Sir, you are tempting me?" + +"Just so; fifteen thousand francs, do you understand?" + +"Sir, let me see my right-hand correspondent." + +"On the contrary, do not look at him, but at this." + +"What is it?" + +"What? Do you not know these bits of paper?" + +"Bank-notes!" + +"Exactly; there are fifteen of them." + +"And whose are they?" + +"Yours, if you like." + +"Mine?" exclaimed the man, half-suffocated. + +"Yes; yours -- your own property." + +"Sir, my right-hand correspondent is signalling." + +"Let him signal." + +"Sir, you have distracted me; I shall be fined." + +"That will cost you a hundred francs; you see it is your +interest to take my bank-notes." + +"Sir, my right-hand correspondent redoubles his signals; he +is impatient." + +"Never mind -- take these;" and the count placed the packet +in the man's hands. "Now this is not all," he said; "you +cannot live upon your fifteen thousand francs." + +"I shall still have my place." + +"No, you will lose it, for you are going to alter your +correspondent's message." + +"Oh, sir, what are you proposing?" + +"A jest." + +"Sir, unless you force me" -- + +"I think I can effectually force you;" and Monte Cristo drew +another packet from his pocket. "Here are ten thousand more +francs," he said, "with the fifteen thousand already in your +pocket, they will make twenty-five thousand. With five +thousand you can buy a pretty little house with two acres of +land; the remaining twenty thousand will bring you in a +thousand francs a year." + +"A garden with two acres of land!" + +"And a thousand francs a year." + +"Oh, heavens!" + +"Come, take them," and Monte Cristo forced the bank-notes +into his hand. + +"What am I to do?" + +"Nothing very difficult." + +"But what is it?" + +"To repeat these signs." Monte Cristo took a paper from his +pocket, upon which were drawn three signs, with numbers to +indicate the order in which they were to be worked. + +"There, you see it will not take long." + +"Yes; but" -- + +"Do this, and you will have nectarines and all the rest." +The shot told; red with fever, while the large drops fell +from his brow, the man executed, one after the other, the +three signs given by the count, in spite of the frightful +contortions of the right-hand correspondent, who, not +understanding the change, began to think the gardener had +gone mad. As to the left-hand one, he conscientiously +repeated the same signals, which were finally transmitted to +the Minister of the Interior. "Now you are rich," said Monte +Cristo. + +"Yes," replied the man, "but at what a price!" + +"Listen, friend," said Monte Cristo. "I do not wish to cause +you any remorse; believe me, then, when I swear to you that +you have wronged no man, but on the contrary have benefited +mankind." The man looked at the bank-notes, felt them, +counted them, turned pale, then red, then rushed into his +room to drink a glass of water, but he had no time to reach +the water-jug, and fainted in the midst of his dried herbs. +Five minutes after the new telegram reached the minister, +Debray had the horses put to his carriage, and drove to +Danglars' house. + +"Has your husband any Spanish bonds?" he asked of the +baroness. + +"I think so, indeed! He has six millions' worth." + +"He must sell them at whatever price." + +"Why?" + +"Because Don Carlos has fled from Bourges, and has returned +to Spain." + +"How do you know?" Debray shrugged his shoulders. "The idea +of asking how I hear the news," he said. The baroness did +not wait for a repetition; she ran to her husband, who +immediately hastened to his agent, and ordered him to sell +at any price. When it was seen that Danglars sold, the +Spanish funds fell directly. Danglars lost five hundred +thousand francs; but he rid himself of all his Spanish +shares. The same evening the following was read in Le +Messager: + +"[By telegraph.] The king, Don Carlos, has escaped the +vigilance of his guardians at Bourges, and has returned to +Spain by the Catalonian frontier. Barcelona has risen in his +favor." + +All that evening nothing was spoken of but the foresight of +Danglars, who had sold his shares, and of the luck of the +stock-jobber, who only lost five hundred thousand francs by +such a blow. Those who had kept their shares, or bought +those of Danglars, looked upon themselves as ruined, and +passed a very bad night. Next morning Le Moniteur contained +the following: + +"It was without any foundation that Le Messager yesterday +announced the flight of Don Carlos and the revolt of +Barcelona. The king (Don Carlos) has not left Bourges, and +the peninsula is in the enjoyment of profound peace. A +telegraphic signal, improperly interpreted, owing to the +fog, was the cause of this error." + +The funds rose one per cent higher than before they had +fallen. This, reckoning his loss, and what he had missed +gaining, made the difference of a million to Danglars. +"Good," said Monte Cristo to Morrel, who was at his house +when the news arrived of the strange reverse of fortune of +which Danglars's had been the victim, "I have just made a +discovery for twenty-five thousand francs, for which I would +have paid a hundred thousand." + +"What have you discovered?" asked Morrel. + +"I have just discovered how a gardener may get rid of the +dormice that eat his peaches." + + + +Chapter 62 +Ghosts. + +At first sight the exterior of the house at Auteuil gave no +indications of splendor, nothing one would expect from the +destined residence of the magnificent Count of Monte Cristo; +but this simplicity was according to the will of its master, +who positively ordered nothing to be altered outside. The +splendor was within. Indeed, almost before the door opened, +the scene changed. M. Bertuccio had outdone himself in the +taste displayed in furnishing, and in the rapidity with +which it was executed. It is told that the Duc d'Antin +removed in a single night a whole avenue of trees that +annoyed Louis XIV.; in three days M. Bertuccio planted an +entirely bare court with poplars, large spreading sycamores +to shade the different parts of the house, and in the +foreground, instead of the usual paving-stones, half hidden +by the grass, there extended a lawn but that morning laid +down, and upon which the water was yet glistening. For the +rest, the orders had been issued by the count; he himself +had given a plan to Bertuccio, marking the spot where each +tree was to be planted, and the shape and extent of the lawn +which was to take the place of the paving-stones. Thus the +house had become unrecognizable, and Bertuccio himself +declared that he scarcely knew it, encircled as it was by a +framework of trees. The overseer would not have objected, +while he was about it, to have made some improvements in the +garden, but the count had positively forbidden it to be +touched. Bertuccio made amends, however, by loading the +ante-chambers, staircases, and mantle-pieces with flowers. + +What, above all, manifested the shrewdness of the steward, +and the profound science of the master, the one in carrying +out the ideas of the other, was that this house which +appeared only the night before so sad and gloomy, +impregnated with that sickly smell one can almost fancy to +be the smell of time, had in a single day acquired the +aspect of life, was scented with its master's favorite +perfumes, and had the very light regulated according to his +wish. When the count arrived, he had under his touch his +books and arms, his eyes rested upon his favorite pictures; +his dogs, whose caresses he loved, welcomed him in the +ante-chamber; the birds, whose songs delighted him, cheered +him with their music; and the house, awakened from it's long +sleep, like the sleeping beauty in the wood, lived, sang, +and bloomed like the houses we have long cherished, and in +which, when we are forced to leave them, we leave a part of +our souls. The servants passed gayly along the fine +court-yard; some, belonging to the kitchens, gliding down +the stairs, restored but the previous day, as if they had +always inhabited the house; others filling the coach-houses, +where the equipages, encased and numbered, appeared to have +been installed for the last fifty years; and in the stables +the horses replied with neighs to the grooms, who spoke to +them with much more respect than many servants pay their +masters. + +The library was divided into two parts on either side of the +wall, and contained upwards of two thousand volumes; one +division was entirely devoted to novels, and even the volume +which had been published but the day before was to be seen +in its place in all the dignity of its red and gold binding. +On the other side of the house, to match with the library, +was the conservatory, ornamented with rare flowers, that +bloomed in china jars; and in the midst of the greenhouse, +marvellous alike to sight and smell, was a billiard-table +which looked as if it had been abandoned during the past +hour by players who had left the balls on the cloth. One +chamber alone had been respected by the magnificent +Bertuccio. Before this room, to which you could ascend by +the grand, and go out by the back staircase, the servants +passed with curiosity, and Bertuccio with terror. At five +o'clock precisely, the count arrived before the house at +Auteuil, followed by Ali. Bertuccio was awaiting this +arrival with impatience, mingled with uneasiness; he hoped +for some compliments, while, at the same time, he feared to +have frowns. Monte Cristo descended into the courtyard, +walked all over the house, without giving any sign of +approbation or pleasure, until he entered his bedroom, +situated on the opposite side to the closed room; then he +approached a little piece of furniture, made of rosewood, +which he had noticed at a previous visit. "That can only be +to hold gloves," he said. + +"Will your excellency deign to open it?" said the delighted +Bertuccio, "and you will find gloves in it." Elsewhere the +count found everything he required -- smelling-bottles, +cigars, knick-knacks. + +"Good," he said; and M. Bertuccio left enraptured, so great, +so powerful, and real was the influence exercised by this +man over all who surrounded him. At precisely six o'clock +the clatter of horses' hoofs was heard at the entrance door; +it was our captain of Spahis, who had arrived on Medeah. "I +am sure I am the first," cried Morrel; "I did it on purpose +to have you a minute to myself, before every one came. Julie +and Emmanuel have a thousand things to tell you. Ah, really +this is magnificent! But tell me, count, will your people +take care of my horse?" + +"Do not alarm yourself, my dear Maximilian -- they +understand." + +"I mean, because he wants petting. If you had seen at what a +pace he came -- like the wind!" + +"I should think so, -- a horse that cost 5,000 francs!" said +Monte Cristo, in the tone which a father would use towards a +son. + +"Do you regret them?" asked Morrel, with his open laugh. + +"I? Certainly not," replied the count. "No; I should only +regret if the horse had not proved good." + +"It is so good, that I have distanced M. de Chateau-Renaud, +one of the best riders in France, and M. Debray, who both +mount the minister's Arabians; and close on their heels are +the horses of Madame Danglars, who always go at six leagues +an hour." + +"Then they follow you?" asked Monte Cristo. + +"See, they are here." And at the same minute a carriage with +smoking horses, accompanied by two mounted gentlemen, +arrived at the gate, which opened before them. The carriage +drove round, and stopped at the steps, followed by the +horsemen. The instant Debray had touched the ground, he was +at the carriage-door. He offered his hand to the baroness, +who, descending, took it with a peculiarity of manner +imperceptible to every one but Monte Cristo. But nothing +escaped the count's notice, and he observed a little note, +passed with the facility that indicates frequent practice, +from the hand of Madame Danglars to that of the minister's +secretary. After his wife the banker descended, as pale as +though he had issued from his tomb instead of his carriage. +Madame Danglars threw a rapid and inquiring glance which +could only be interpreted by Monte Cristo, around the +court-yard, over the peristyle, and across the front of the +house, then, repressing a slight emotion, which must have +been seen on her countenance if she had not kept her color, +she ascended the steps, saying to Morrel, "Sir, if you were +a friend of mine, I should ask you if you would sell your +horse." + +Morrel smiled with an expression very like a grimace, and +then turned round to Monte Cristo, as if to ask him to +extricate him from his embarrassment. The count understood +him. "Ah, madame," he said, "why did you not make that +request of me?" + +"With you, sir," replied the baroness, "one can wish for +nothing, one is so sure to obtain it. If it were so with M. +Morrel" -- + +"Unfortunately," replied the count, "I am witness that M. +Morrel cannot give up his horse, his honor being engaged in +keeping it." + +"How so?" + +"He laid a wager he would tame Medeah in the space of six +months. You understand now that if he were to get rid of the +animal before the time named, he would not only lose his +bet, but people would say he was afraid; and a brave captain +of Spahis cannot risk this, even to gratify a pretty woman, +which is, in my opinion, one of the most sacred obligations +in the world." + +"You see my position, madame," said Morrel, bestowing a +grateful smile on Monte Cristo. + +"It seems to me," said Danglars, in his coarse tone, +ill-concealed by a forced smile, "that you have already got +horses enough." Madame Danglars seldom allowed remarks of +this kind to pass unnoticed, but, to the surprise of the +young people, she pretended not to hear it, and said +nothing. Monte Cristo smiled at her unusual humility, and +showed her two immense porcelain jars, over which wound +marine plants, of a size and delicacy that nature alone +could produce. The baroness was astonished. "Why," said she, +"you could plant one of the chestnut-trees in the Tuileries +inside! How can such enormous jars have been manufactured?" + +"Ah, madame," replied Monte Cristo, "you must not ask of us, +the manufacturers of fine porcelain, such a question. It is +the work of another age, constructed by the genii of earth +and water." + +"How so? -- at what period can that have been?" + +"I do not know; I have only heard that an emperor of China +had an oven built expressly, and that in this oven twelve +jars like this were successively baked. Two broke, from the +heat of the fire; the other ten were sunk three hundred +fathoms deep into the sea. The sea, knowing what was +required of her, threw over them her weeds, encircled them +with coral, and encrusted them with shells; the whole was +cemented by two hundred years beneath these almost +impervious depths, for a revolution carried away the emperor +who wished to make the trial, and only left the documents +proving the manufacture of the jars and their descent into +the sea. At the end of two hundred years the documents were +found, and they thought of bringing up the jars. Divers +descended in machines, made expressly on the discovery, into +the bay where they were thrown; but of ten three only +remained, the rest having been broken by the waves. I am +fond of these jars, upon which, perhaps, misshapen, +frightful monsters have fixed their cold, dull eyes, and in +which myriads of small fish have slept, seeking a refuge +from the pursuit of their enemies." Meanwhile, Danglars, who +had cared little for curiosities, was mechanically tearing +off the blossoms of a splendid orange-tree, one after +another. When he had finished with the orange-tree, he began +at the cactus; but this, not being so easily plucked as the +orange-tree, pricked him dreadfully. He shuddered, and +rubbed his eyes as though awaking from a dream. + +"Sir," said Monte Cristo to him, "I do not recommend my +pictures to you, who possess such splendid paintings; but, +nevertheless, here are two by Hobbema, a Paul Potter, a +Mieris, two by Gerard Douw, a Raphael, a Vandyke, a +Zurbaran, and two or three by Murillo, worth looking at." + +"Stay," said Debray; "I recognize this Hobbema." + +"Ah, indeed!" + +"Yes; it was proposed for the Museum." + +"Which, I believe, does not contain one?" said Monte Cristo. + +"No; and yet they refused to buy it." + +"Why?" said Chateau-Renaud. + +"You pretend not to know, -- because government was not rich +enough." + +"Ah, pardon me," said Chateau-Renaud; "I have heard of these +things every day during the last eight years, and I cannot +understand them yet." + +"You will, by and by," said Debray. + +"I think not," replied Chateau-Renaud. + +"Major Bartolomeo Cavalcanti and Count Andrea Cavalcanti," +announced Baptistin. A black satin stock, fresh from the +maker's hands, gray moustaches, a bold eye, a major's +uniform, ornamented with three medals and five crosses -- in +fact, the thorough bearing of an old soldier -- such was the +appearance of Major Bartolomeo Cavalcanti, that tender +father with whom we are already acquainted. Close to him, +dressed in entirely new clothes, advanced smilingly Count +Andrea Cavalcanti, the dutiful son, whom we also know. The +three young people were talking together. On the entrance of +the new comers, their eyes glanced from father to son, and +then, naturally enough, rested on the latter, whom they +began criticising. "Cavalcanti!" said Debray. "A fine name," +said Morrel. + +"Yes," said Chateau-Renaud, "these Italians are well named +and badly dressed." + +"You are fastidious, Chateau-Renaud," replied Debray; "those +clothes are well cut and quite new." + +"That is just what I find fault with. That gentleman appears +to be well dressed for the first time in his life." + +"Who are those gentlemen?" asked Danglars of Monte Cristo. + +"You heard -- Cavalcanti." + +"That tells me their name, and nothing else." + +"Ah, true. You do not know the Italian nobility; the +Cavalcanti are all descended from princes." + +"Have they any fortune?" + +"An enormous one." + +"What do they do?" + +"Try to spend it all. They have some business with you, I +think, from what they told me the day before yesterday. I, +indeed, invited them here to-day on your account. I will +introduce you to them." + +"But they appear to speak French with a very pure accent," +said Danglars. + +"The son has been educated in a college in the south; I +believe near Marseilles. You will find him quite +enthusiastic." + +"Upon what subject?" asked Madame Danglars. + +"The French ladies, madame. He has made up his mind to take +a wife from Paris." + +"A fine idea that of his," said Danglars, shrugging his +shoulders. Madame Danglars looked at her husband with an +expression which, at any other time, would have indicated a +storm, but for the second time she controlled herself. "The +baron appears thoughtful to-day," said Monte Cristo to her; +"are they going to put him in the ministry?" + +"Not yet, I think. More likely he has been speculating on +the Bourse, and has lost money." + +"M. and Madame de Villefort," cried Baptistin. They entered. +M. de Villefort, notwithstanding his self-control, was +visibly affected, and when Monte Cristo touched his hand, he +felt it tremble. "Certainly, women alone know how to +dissimulate," said Monte Cristo to himself, glancing at +Madame Danglars, who was smiling on the procureur, and +embracing his wife. After a short time, the count saw +Bertuccio, who, until then, had been occupied on the other +side of the house, glide into an adjoining room. He went to +him. "What do you want, M. Bertuccio?" said he. + +"Your excellency his not stated the number of guests." + +"Ah, true." + +"How many covers?" + +"Count for yourself." + +"Is every one here, your excellency?" + +"Yes." + +Bertuccio glanced through the door, which was ajar. The +count watched him. "Good heavens!" he exclaimed. + +"What is the matter?" said the count. + +"That woman -- that woman!" + +"Which?" + +"The one with a white dress and so many diamonds -- the fair +one." + +"Madame Danglars?" + +"I do not know her name; but it is she, sir, it is she!" + +"Whom do you mean?" + +"The woman of the garden! -- she that was enciente -- she +who was walking while she waited for" -- Bertuccio stood at +the open door, with his eyes starting and his hair on end. + +"Waiting for whom?" Bertuccio, without answering, pointed to +Villefort with something of the gesture Macbeth uses to +point out Banquo. "Oh, oh," he at length muttered, "do you +see?" + +"What? Who?" + +"Him!" + +"Him! -- M. de Villefort, the king's attorney? Certainly I +see him." + +"Then I did not kill him?" + +"Really, I think you are going mad, good Bertuccio," said +the count. + +"Then he is not dead?" + +"No; you see plainly he is not dead. Instead of striking +between the sixth and seventh left ribs, as your countrymen +do, you must have struck higher or lower, and life is very +tenacious in these lawyers, or rather there is no truth in +anything you have told me -- it was a fright of the +imagination, a dream of your fancy. You went to sleep full +of thoughts of vengeance; they weighed heavily upon your +stomach; you had the nightmare -- that's all. Come, calm +yourself, and reckon them up -- M. and Madame de Villefort, +two; M. and Madame Danglars, four; M. de Chateau-Renaud, M. +Debray, M. Morrel, seven; Major Bartolomeo Cavalcanti, +eight." + +"Eight!" repeated Bertuccio. + +"Stop! You are in a shocking hurry to be off -- you forget +one of my guests. Lean a little to the left. Stay! look at +M. Andrea Cavalcanti, the young man in a black coat, looking +at Murillo's Madonna; now he is turning." This time +Bertuccio would have uttered an exclamation, had not a look +from Monte Cristo silenced him. "Benedetto?" he muttered; +"fatality!" + +"Half-past six o'clock has just struck, M. Bertuccio," said +the count severely; "I ordered dinner at that hour, and I do +not like to wait;" and he returned to his guests, while +Bertuccio, leaning against the wall, succeeded in reaching +the dining-room. Five minutes afterwards the doors of the. +drawing-room were thrown open, and Bertuccio appearing said, +with a violent effort, "The dinner waits." + +The Count of Monte Cristo offered his arm to Madame de +Villefort. "M. de Villefort," he said, "will you conduct the +Baroness Danglars?" + +Villefort complied, and they passed on to the dining-room. + + + +Chapter 63 +The Dinner. + +It was evident that one sentiment affected all the guests on +entering the dining-room. Each one asked what strange +influence had brought them to this house, and yet +astonished, even uneasy though they were, they still felt +that they would not like to be absent. The recent events, +the solitary and eccentric position of the count, his +enormous, nay, almost incredible fortune, should have made +men cautious, and have altogether prevented ladies visiting +a house where there was no one of their own sex to receive +them; and yet curiosity had been enough to lead them to +overleap the bounds of prudence and decorum. And all +present, even including Cavalcanti and his son, +notwithstanding the stiffness of the one and the +carelessness of the other, were thoughtful, on finding +themselves assembled at the house of this incomprehensible +man. Madame Danglars had started when Villefort, on the +count's invitation, offered his arm; and Villefort felt that +his glance was uneasy beneath his gold spectacles, when he +felt the arm of the baroness press upon his own. None of +this had escaped the count, and even by this mere contact of +individuals the scene had already acquired considerable +interest for an observer. M. de Villefort had on the right +hand Madame Danglars, on his left Morrel. The count was +seated between Madame de Villefort and Danglars; the other +seats were filled by Debray, who was placed between the two +Cavalcanti, and by Chateau-Renaud, seated between Madame de +Villefort and Morrel. + +The repast was magnificent; Monte Cristo had endeavored +completely to overturn the Parisian ideas, and to feed the +curiosity as much as the appetite of his guests. It was an +Oriental feast that he offered to them, but of such a kind +as the Arabian fairies might be supposed to prepare. Every +delicious fruit that the four quarters of the globe could +provide was heaped in vases from China and jars from Japan. +Rare birds, retaining their most brilliant plumage, enormous +fish, spread upon massive silver dishes, together with every +wine produced in the Archipelago, Asia Minor, or the Cape, +sparkling in bottles, whose grotesque shape seemed to give +an additional flavor to the draught, -- all these, like one +of the displays with which Apicius of old gratified his +guests, passed in review before the eyes of the astonished +Parisians, who understood that it was possible to expend a +thousand louis upon a dinner for ten persons, but only on +the condition of eating pearls, like Cleopatra, or drinking +refined gold, like Lorenzo de' Medici. + +Monte Cristo noticed the general astonishment, and began +laughing and joking about it. "Gentlemen," he said, "you +will admit that, when arrived at a certain degree of +fortune, the superfluities of life are all that can be +desired; and the ladies will allow that, after having risen +to a certain eminence of position, the ideal alone can be +more exalted. Now, to follow out this reasoning, what is the +marvellous? -- that which we do not understand. What is it +that we really desire? -- that which we cannot obtain. Now, +to see things which I cannot understand, to procure +impossibilities, these are the study of my life. I gratify +my wishes by two means -- my will and my money. I take as +much interest in the pursuit of some whim as you do, M. +Danglars, in promoting a new railway line; you, M. de +Villefort, in condemning a culprit to death; you, M. Debray, +in pacifying a kingdom; you, M. de Chateau-Renaud, in +pleasing a woman; and you, Morrel, in breaking a horse that +no one can ride. For example, you see these two fish; one +brought fifty leagues beyond St. Petersburg, the other five +leagues from Naples. Is it not amusing to see them both on +the same table?" + +"What are the two fish?" asked Danglars. + +"M. Chateau-Renaud, who has lived in Russia, will tell you +the name of one, and Major Cavalcanti, who is an Italian, +will tell you the name of the other." + +"This one is, I think, a sterlet," said Chateau-Renaud. + +"And that one, if I mistake not, a lamprey." + +"Just so. Now, M. Danglars, ask these gentlemen where they +are caught." + +"Starlets," said Chateau-Renaud, "are only found in the +Volga." + +"And," said Cavalcanti, "I know that Lake Fusaro alone +supplies lampreys of that size." + +"Exactly; one comes from the Volga, and the other from Lake +Fusaro." + +"Impossible!" cried all the guests simultaneously. + +"Well, this is just what amuses me," said Monte Cristo. "I +am like Nero -- cupitor impossibilium; and that is what is +amusing you at this moment. This fish, which seems so +exquisite to you, is very likely no better than perch or +salmon; but it seemed impossible to procure it, and here it +is." + +"But how could you have these fish brought to France?" + +"Oh, nothing more easy. Each fish was brought over in a cask +-- one filled with river herbs and weeds, the other with +rushes and lake plants; they were placed in a wagon built on +purpose, and thus the sterlet lived twelve days, the lamprey +eight, and both were alive when my cook seized them, killing +one with milk and the other with wine. You do not believe +me, M. Danglars!" + +"I cannot help doubting," answered Danglars with his stupid +smile. + +"Baptistin," said the count, "have the other fish brought in +-- the sterlet and the lamprey which came in the other +casks, and which are yet alive." Danglars opened his +bewildered eyes; the company clapped their hands. Four +servants carried in two casks covered with aquatic plants, +and in each of which was breathing a fish similar to those +on the table. + +"But why have two of each sort?" asked Danglars. + +"Merely because one might have died," carelessly answered +Monte Cristo. + +"You are certainly an extraordinary man," said Danglars; +"and philosophers may well say it is a fine thing to be +rich." + +"And to have ideas," added Madame Danglars. + +"Oh, do not give me credit for this, madame; it was done by +the Romans, who much esteemed them, and Pliny relates that +they sent slaves from Ostia to Rome, who carried on their +heads fish which he calls the mulus, and which, from the +description, must probably be the goldfish. It was also +considered a luxury to have them alive, it being an amusing +sight to see them die, for, when dying, they change color +three or four times, and like the rainbow when it +disappears, pass through all the prismatic shades, after +which they were sent to the kitchen. Their agony formed part +of their merit -- if they were not seen alive, they were +despised when dead." + +"Yes," said Debray, "but then Ostia is only a few leagues +from Rome." + +"True," said Monte Cristo; "but what would be the use of +living eighteen hundred years after Lucullus. if we can do +no better than he could?" The two Cavalcanti opened their +enormous eyes, but had the good sense not to say anything. +"All this is very extraordinary," said Chateau-Renaud; +"still, what I admire the most, I confess, is the marvellous +promptitude with which your orders are executed. Is it not +true that you only bought this house five or six days ago?" + +"Certainly not longer." + +"Well, I am sure it is quite transformed since last week. If +I remember rightly, it had another entrance, and the +court-yard was paved and empty; while to-day we have a +splendid lawn, bordered by trees which appear to be a +hundred years old." + +"Why not? I am fond of grass and shade," said Monte Cristo. + +"Yes," said Madame de Villefort, "the door was towards the +road before, and on the day of my miraculous escape you +brought me into the house from the road, I remember." + +"Yes, madame," said Monte Cristo; "but I preferred having an +entrance which would allow me to see the Bois de Boulogne +over my gate." + +"In four days," said Morrel; "it is extraordinary!" + +"Indeed," said Chateau-Renaud, "it seems quite miraculous to +make a new house out of an old one; for it was very old, and +dull too. I recollect coming for my mother to look at it +when M. de Saint-Meran advertised it for sale two or three +years ago." + +"M. de Saint-Meran?" said Madame de Villefort; "then this +house belonged to M. de Saint-Meran before you bought it?" + +"It appears so," replied Monte Cristo. + +"Is it possible that you do not know of whom you purchased +it?" + +"Quite so; my steward transacts all this business for me." + +"It is certainly ten years since the house had been +occupied," said Chateau-Renaud, "and it was quite melancholy +to look at it, with the blinds closed, the doors locked, and +the weeds in the court. Really, if the house had not +belonged to the father-in-law of the procureur, one might +have thought it some accursed place where a horrible crime +had been committed." Villefort, who had hitherto not tasted +the three or four glasses of rare wine which were placed +before him, here took one, and drank it off. Monte Cristo +allowed a short time to elapse, and then said, "It is +singular, baron, but the same idea came across me the first +time I came here; it looked so gloomy I should never have +bought it if my steward had not taken the matter into his +own hands. Perhaps the fellow had been bribed by the +notary." + +"It is probable," stammered out Villefort, trying to smile; +"but I can assure you that I had nothing to do with any such +proceeding. This house is part of Valentine's +marriage-portion, and M. de Saint-Meran wished to sell it; +for if it had remained another year or two uninhabited it +would have fallen to ruin." It was Morrel's turn to become +pale. + +"There was, above all, one room," continued Monte Cristo, +"very plain in appearance, hung with red damask, which, I +know not why, appeared to me quite dramatic." + +"Why so?" said Danglars; "why dramatic?" + +"Can we account for instinct?" said Monte Cristo. "Are there +not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? -- why, we +cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections -- an idea which +carries you back to other times, to other places -- which, +very likely, have no connection with the present time and +place. And there is something in this room which reminds me +forcibly of the chamber of the Marquise de Ganges* or +Desdemona. Stay, since we have finished dinner, I will show +it to you, and then we will take coffee in the garden. After +dinner, the play." Monte Cristo looked inquiringly at his +guests. Madame de Villefort rose, Monte Cristo did the same, +and the rest followed their example. Villefort and Madame +Danglars remained for a moment, as if rooted to their seats; +they questioned each other with vague and stupid glances. +"Did you hear?" said Madame Danglars. + +* Elisabeth de Rossan, Marquise de Ganges, was one of the +famous women of the court of Louis XIV. where she was known +as "La Belle Provencale." She was the widow of the Marquise +de Castellane when she married de Ganges, and having the +misfortune to excite the enmity of her new brothers-in-law, +was forced by them to take poison; and they finished her off +with pistol and dagger. -- Ed. + +"We must go," replied Villefort, offering his arm. The +others, attracted by curiosity, were already scattered in +different parts of the house; for they thought the visit +would not be limited to the one room, and that, at the same +time, they would obtain a view of the rest of the building, +of which Monte Cristo had created a palace. Each one went +out by the open doors. Monte Cristo waited for the two who +remained; then, when they had passed, he brought up the +rear, and on his face was a smile, which, if they could have +understood it, would have alarmed them much more than a +visit to the room they were about to enter. They began by +walking through the apartments, many of which were fitted up +in the Eastern style, with cushions and divans instead of +beds, and pipes instead of furniture. The drawing-rooms were +decorated with the rarest pictures by the old masters, the +boudoirs hung with draperies from China, of fanciful colors, +fantastic design, and wonderful texture. At length they +arrived at the famous room. There was nothing particular +about it, excepting that, although daylight had disappeared, +it was not lighted, and everything in it was old-fashioned, +while the rest of the rooms had been redecorated. These two +causes were enough to give it a gloomy aspect. "Oh." cried +Madame de Villefort, "it is really frightful." Madame +Danglars tried to utter a few words, but was not heard. Many +observations were made, the import of which was a unanimous +opinion that there was something sinister about the room. +"Is it not so?" asked Monte Cristo. "Look at that large +clumsy bed, hung with such gloomy, blood-colored drapery! +And those two crayon portraits, that have faded from the +dampness; do they not seem to say, with their pale lips and +staring eyes, `We have seen'?" Villefort became livid; +Madame Danglars fell into a long seat placed near the +chimney. "Oh," said Madame de Villefort, smiling, "are you +courageous enough to sit down upon the very seat perhaps +upon which the crime was committed?" Madame Danglars rose +suddenly. + +"And then," said Monte Cristo, "this is not all." + +"What is there more?" said Debray, who had not failed to +notice the agitation of Madame Danglars. + +"Ah, what else is there?" said Danglars; "for, at present, I +cannot say that I have seen anything extraordinary. What do +you say, M. Cavalcanti?" + +"Ah," said he, "we have at Pisa, Ugolino's tower; at +Ferrara, Tasso's prison; at Rimini, the room of Francesca +and Paolo." + +"Yes, but you have not this little staircase," said Monte +Cristo, opening a door concealed by the drapery. "Look at +it, and tell me what you think of it." + +"What a wicked-looking, crooked staircase," said +Chateau-Renaud with a smile. + +"I do not know whether the wine of Chios produces +melancholy, but certainly everything appears to me black in +this house," said Debray. + +Ever since Valentine's dowry had been mentioned, Morrel had +been silent and sad. "Can you imagine," said Monte Cristo, +"some Othello or Abbe de Ganges, one stormy, dark night, +descending these stairs step by step, carrying a load, which +he wishes to hide from the sight of man, if not from God?" +Madame Danglars half fainted on the arm of Villefort, who +was obliged to support himself against the wall. "Ah, +madame," cried Debray, "what is the matter with you? how +pale you look!" + +"It is very evident what is the matter with her," said +Madame de Villefort; "M. de Monte Cristo is relating +horrible stories to us, doubtless intending to frighten us +to death." + +"Yes," said Villefort, "really, count, you frighten the +ladies." + +"What is the matter?" asked Debray, in a whisper, of Madame +Danglars. + +"Nothing," she replied with a violent effort. "I want air, +that is all." + +"Will you come into the garden?" said Debray, advancing +towards the back staircase. + +"No, no," she answered, "I would rather remain here." + +"Are you really frightened, madame?" said Monte Cristo. + +"Oh, no, sir," said Madame Danglars; "but you suppose scenes +in a manner which gives them the appearance of reality " + +"Ah, yes," said Monte Cristo smiling; "it is all a matter of +imagination. Why should we not imagine this the apartment of +an honest mother? And this bed with red hangings, a bed +visited by the goddess Lucina? And that mysterious +staircase, the passage through which, not to disturb their +sleep, the doctor and nurse pass, or even the father +carrying the sleeping child?" Here Madame Danglars, instead +of being calmed by the soft picture, uttered a groan and +fainted. "Madame Danglars is ill," said Villefort; "it would +be better to take her to her carriage." + +"Oh, mon Dieu," said Monte Cristo, "and I have forgotten my +smelling-bottle!" + +"I have mine," said Madame de Villefort; and she passed over +to Monte Cristo a bottle full of the same kind of red liquid +whose good properties the count had tested on Edward. + +"Ah," said Monte Cristo, taking it from her hand. + +"Yes," she said, "at your advice I have made the trial." + +"And have you succeeded?" + +"I think so." + +Madame Danglars was carried into the adjoining room; Monte +Cristo dropped a very small portion of the red liquid upon +her lips; she returned to consciousness. "Ah," she cried, +"what a frightful dream!" + +Villefort pressed her hand to let her know it was not a +dream. They looked for M. Danglars, but, as he was not +especially interested in poetical ideas, he had gone into +the garden, and was talking with Major Cavalcanti on the +projected railway from Leghorn to Florence. Monte Cristo +seemed in despair. He took the arm of Madame Danglars, and +conducted her into the garden, where they found Danglars +taking coffee between the Cavalcanti. "Really, madame," he +said, "did I alarm you much?" + +"Oh, no, sir," she answered; "but you know, things impress +us differently, according to the mood of our minds." +Villefort forced a laugh. "And then, you know," he said, "an +idea, a supposition, is sufficient." + +"Well," said Monte Cristo, "you may believe me if you like, +but it is my opinion that a crime has been committed in this +house." + +"Take care," said Madame de Villefort, "the king's attorney +is here." + +"Ah," replied Monte Cristo, "since that is the case, I will +take advantage of his presence to make my declaration." + +"Your declaration?" said Villefort. + +"Yes, before witnesses." + +"Oh, this is very interesting," said Debray; "if there +really has been a crime, we will investigate it." + +"There has been a crime," said Monte Cristo. "Come this way, +gentlemen; come, M. Villefort, for a declaration to be +available, should be made before the competent authorities." +He then took Villefort's arm, and, at the same time, holding +that of Madame Danglars under his own, he dragged the +procureur to the plantain-tree, where the shade was +thickest. All the other guests followed. "Stay," said Monte +Cristo, "here, in this very spot" (and he stamped upon the +ground), "I had the earth dug up and fresh mould put in, to +refresh these old trees; well, my man, digging, found a box, +or rather, the iron-work of a box, in the midst of which was +the skeleton of a newly born infant." Monte Cristo felt the +arm of Madame Danglars stiffen, while that of Villefort +trembled. "A newly born infant," repeated Debray; "this +affair becomes serious!" + +"Well," said Chateau-Renaud, "I was not wrong just now then, +when I said that houses had souls and faces like men, and +that their exteriors carried the impress of their +characters. This house was gloomy because it was remorseful: +it was remorseful because it concealed a crime." + +"Who said it was a crime?" asked Villefort, with a last +effort. + +"How? is it not a crime to bury a living child in a garden?" +cried Monte Cristo. "And pray what do you call such an +action?" + +"But who said it was buried alive?" + +"Why bury it there if it were dead? This garden has never +been a cemetery." + +"What is done to infanticides in this country?" asked Major +Cavalcanti innocently. + +"Oh, their heads are soon cut off," said Danglars. + +"Ah, indeed?" said Cavalcanti. + +"I think so; am I not right, M. de Villefort?" asked Monte +Cristo. + +"Yes, count," replied Villefort, in a voice now scarcely +human. + +Monte Cristo, seeing that the two persons for whom he had +prepared this scene could scarcely endure it, and not +wishing to carry it too far, said, "Come, gentlemen, -- some +coffee, we seem to have forgotten it," and he conducted the +guests back to the table on the lawn. + +"Indeed, count," said Madame Danglars, "I am ashamed to own +it, but all your frightful stories have so upset me, that I +must beg you to let me sit down;" and she fell into a chair. +Monte Cristo bowed, and went to Madame de Villefort. "I +think Madame Danglars again requires your bottle," he said. +But before Madame de Villefort could reach her friend the +procureur had found time to whisper to Madame Danglars, "I +must speak to you." + +"When?" + +"To-morrow." + +"Where?" + +"In my office, or in the court, if you like, -- that is the +surest place." + +"I will be there." -- At this moment Madame de Villefort +approached. "Thanks, my dear friend," said Madame Danglars, +trying to smile; "it is over now, and I am much better." + + + +Chapter 64 +The Beggar. + +The evening passed on; Madame de Villefort expressed a +desire to return to Paris, which Madame Danglars had not +dared to do, notwithstanding the uneasiness she experienced. +On his wife's request, M. de Villefort was the first to give +the signal of departure. He offered a seat in his landau to +Madame Danglars, that she might be under the care of his +wife. As for M. Danglars, absorbed in an interesting +conversation with M. Cavalcanti, he paid no attention to +anything that was passing. While Monte Cristo had begged the +smelling-bottle of Madame de Villefort, he had noticed the +approach of Villefort to Madame Danglars, and he soon +guessed all that had passed between them, though the words +had been uttered in so low a voice as hardly to be heard by +Madame Danglars. Without opposing their arrangements, he +allowed Morrel, Chateau-Renaud, and Debray to leave on +horseback, and the ladies in M. de Villefort's carriage. +Danglars, more and more delighted with Major Cavalcanti, had +offered him a seat in his carriage. Andrea Cavalcanti found +his tilbury waiting at the door; the groom, in every respect +a caricature of the English fashion, was standing on tiptoe +to hold a large iron-gray horse. + +Andrea had spoken very little during dinner; he was an +intelligent lad, and he feared to utter some absurdity +before so many grand people, amongst whom, with dilating +eyes, he saw the king's attorney. Then he had been seized +upon by Danglars, who, with a rapid glance at the +stiff-necked old major and his modest son, and taking into +consideration the hospitality of the count, made up his mind +that he was in the society of some nabob come to Paris to +finish the worldly education of his heir. He contemplated +with unspeakable delight the large diamond which shone on +the major's little finger; for the major, like a prudent +man, in case of any accident happening to his bank-notes, +had immediately converted them into an available asset. +Then, after dinner, on the pretext of business, he +questioned the father and son upon their mode of living; and +the father and son, previously informed that it was through +Danglars the one was to receive his 48,000 francs and the +other 50,000 livres annually, were so full of affability +that they would have shaken hands even with the banker's +servants, so much did their gratitude need an object to +expend itself upon. One thing above all the rest heightened +the respect, nay almost the veneration, of Danglars for +Cavalcanti. The latter, faithful to the principle of Horace, +nil admirari, had contented himself with showing his +knowledge by declaring in what lake the best lampreys were +caught. Then he had eaten some without saying a word more; +Danglars, therefore, concluded that such luxuries were +common at the table of the illustrious descendant of the +Cavalcanti, who most likely in Lucca fed upon trout brought +from Switzerland, and lobsters sent from England, by the +same means used by the count to bring the lampreys from Lake +Fusaro, and the sterlet from the Volga. Thus it was with +much politeness of manner that he heard Cavalcanti pronounce +these words, "To-morrow, sir, I shall have the honor of +waiting upon you on business." + +"And I, sir," said Danglars, "shall be most happy to receive +you." Upon which he offered to take Cavalcanti in his +carriage to the Hotel des Princes, if it would not be +depriving him of the company of his son. To this Cavalcanti +replied by saying that for some time past his son had lived +independently of him, that he had his own horses and +carriages, and that not having come together, it would not +be difficult for them to leave separately. The major seated +himself, therefore, by the side of Danglars, who was more +and more charmed with the ideas of order and economy which +ruled this man, and yet who, being able to allow his son +60,000 francs a year, might be supposed to possess a fortune +of 500,000 or 600,000 livres. + +As for Andrea, he began, by way of showing off, to scold his +groom, who, instead of bringing the tilbury to the steps of +the house, had taken it to the outer door, thus giving him +the trouble of walking thirty steps to reach it. The groom +heard him with humility, took the bit of the impatient +animal with his left hand, and with the right held out the +reins to Andrea, who, taking them from him, rested his +polished boot lightly on the step. At that moment a hand +touched his shoulder. The young man turned round, thinking +that Danglars or Monte Cristo had forgotten something they +wished to tell him, and had returned just as they were +starting. But instead of either of these, he saw nothing but +a strange face, sunburnt, and encircled by a beard, with +eyes brilliant as carbuncles, and a smile upon the mouth +which displayed a perfect set of white teeth, pointed and +sharp as the wolf's or jackal's. A red handkerchief +encircled his gray head; torn and filthy garments covered +his large bony limbs, which seemed as though, like those of +a skeleton, they would rattle as he walked; and the hand +with which he leaned upon the young man's shoulder, and +which was the first thing Andrea saw, seemed of gigantic +size. Did the young man recognize that face by the light of +the lantern in his tilbury, or was he merely struck with the +horrible appearance of his interrogator? We cannot say; but +only relate the fact that he shuddered and stepped back +suddenly. "What do you want of me?" he asked. + +"Pardon me, my friend, if I disturb you," said the man with +the red handkerchief, "but I want to speak to you." + +"You have no right to beg at night," said the groom, +endeavoring to rid his master of the troublesome intruder. + +"I am not begging, my fine fellow," said the unknown to the +servant, with so ironical an expression of the eye, and so +frightful a smile, that he withdrew; "I only wish to say two +or three words to your master, who gave me a commission to +execute about a fortnight ago." + +"Come," said Andrea, with sufficient nerve for his servant +not to perceive his agitation, "what do you want? Speak +quickly, friend." + +The man said, in a low voice: "I wish -- I wish you to spare +me the walk back to Paris. I am very tired, and as I have +not eaten so good a dinner as you, I can scarcely stand." +The young man shuddered at this strange familiarity. "Tell +me," he said -- "tell me what you want?" + +"Well, then, I want you to take me up in your fine carriage, +and carry me back." Andrea turned pale, but said nothing. + +"Yes," said the man, thrusting his hands into his pockets, +and looking impudently at the youth; "I have taken the whim +into my head; do you understand, Master Benedetto?" + +At this name, no doubt, the young man reflected a little, +for he went towards his groom, saying, "This man is right; I +did indeed charge him with a commission, the result of which +he must tell me; walk to the barrier, there take a cab, that +you may not be too late." The surprised groom retired. "Let +me at least reach a shady spot," said Andrea. + +"Oh, as for that, I'll take you to a splendid place," said +the man with the handkerchief; and taking the horse's bit he +led the tilbury where it was certainly impossible for any +one to witness the honor that Andrea conferred upon him. + +"Don't think I want the glory of riding in your fine +carriage," said he; "oh, no, it's only because I am tired, +and also because I have a little business to talk over with +you." + +"Come, step in," said the young man. It was a pity this +scene had not occurred in daylight, for it was curious to +see this rascal throwing himself heavily down on the cushion +beside the young and elegant driver of the tilbury. Andrea +drove past the last house in the village without saying a +word to his companion, who smiled complacently, as though +well-pleased to find himself travelling in so comfortable a +vehicle. Once out of Auteuil, Andrea looked around, in order +to assure himself that he could neither be seen nor heard, +and then, stopping the horse and crossing his arms before +the man, he asked, -- "Now, tell me why you come to disturb +my tranquillity?" + +"Let me ask you why you deceived me?" + +"How have I deceived you?" + +"`How,' do you ask? When we parted at the Pont du Var, you +told me you were going to travel through Piedmont and +Tuscany; but instead of that, you come to Paris." + +"How does that annoy you?" + +"It does not; on the contrary, I think it will answer my +purpose." + +"So," said Andrea, "you are speculating upon me?" + +"What fine words he uses!" + +"I warn you, Master Caderousse, that you are mistaken." + +"Well, well, don't be angry, my boy; you know well enough +what it is to be unfortunate; and misfortunes make us +jealous. I thought you were earning a living in Tuscany or +Piedmont by acting as facchino or cicerone, and I pitied you +sincerely, as I would a child of my own. You know I always +did call you my child." + +"Come, come, what then?" + +"Patience -- patience!" + +"I am patient, but go on." + +"All at once I see you pass through the barrier with a +groom, a tilbury, and fine new clothes. You must have +discovered a mine, or else become a stockbroker." + +"So that, as you confess, you are jealous?" + +"No, I am pleased -- so pleased that I wished to +congratulate you; but as I am not quite properly dressed, I +chose my opportunity, that I might not compromise you." + +"Yes, and a fine opportunity you have chosen!" exclaimed +Andrea; "you speak to me before my servant." + +"How can I help that, my boy? I speak to you when I can +catch you. You have a quick horse, a light tilbury, you are +naturally as slippery as an eel; if I had missed you +to-night, I might not have had another chance." + +"You see, I do not conceal myself." + +"You are lucky; I wish I could say as much, for I do conceal +myself; and then I was afraid you would not recognize me, +but you did," added Caderousse with his unpleasant smile. +"It was very polite of you." + +"Come," said Andrea, "what do want?" + +"You do not speak affectionately to me, Benedetto, my old +friend, that is not right -- take care, or I may become +troublesome." This menace smothered the young man's passion. +He urged the horse again into a trot. "You should not speak +so to an old friend like me, Caderousse, as you said just +now; you are a native of Marseilles, I am" -- + +"Do you know then now what you are?" + +"No, but I was brought up in Corsica; you are old and +obstinate, I am young and wilful. Between people like us +threats are out of place, everything should be amicably +arranged. Is it my fault if fortune, which has frowned on +you, has been kind to me?" + +"Fortune has been kind to you, then? Your tilbury, your +groom, your clothes, are not then hired? Good, so much the +better," said Caderousse, his eyes sparkling with avarice. + +"Oh, you knew that well enough before speaking to me," said +Andrea, becoming more and more excited. "If I had been +wearing a handkerchief like yours on my head, rags on my +back, and worn-out shoes on my feet, you would not have +known me." + +"You wrong me, my boy; now I have found you, nothing +prevents my being as well-dressed as any one, knowing, as I +do, the goodness of your heart. If you have two coats you +will give me one of them. I used to divide my soup and beans +with you when you were hungry." + +"True," said Andrea. + +"What an appetite you used to have! Is it as good now?" + +"Oh, yes," replied Andrea, laughing. + +"How did you come to be dining with that prince whose house +you have just left?" + +"He is not a prince; simply a count." + +"A count, and a rich one too, eh?" + +"Yes; but you had better not have anything to say to him, +for he is not a very good-tempered gentleman." + +"Oh, be easy! I have no design upon your count, and you +shall have him all to yourself. But," said Caderousse, again +smiling with the disagreeable expression he had before +assumed, "you must pay for it -- you understand?" + +"Well, what do you want?" + +"I think that with a hundred francs a month" -- + +"Well?" + +"I could live" -- + +"Upon a hundred francs!" + +"Come -- you understand me; but that with" -- + +"With?" + +"With a hundred and fifty francs I should be quite happy." + +"Here are two hundred," said Andrea; and he placed ten gold +louis in the hand of Caderousse. + +"Good!" said Caderousse. + +"Apply to the steward on the first day of every mouth, and +you will receive the same sum." + +"There now, again you degrade me." + +"How so?" + +"By making me apply to the servants, when I want to transact +business with you alone." + +"Well, be it so, then. Take it from me then, and so long at +least as I receive my income, you shall be paid yours." + +"Come, come; I always said you were a line fellow, and it is +a blessing when good fortune happens to such as you. But +tell me all about it?" + +"Why do you wish to know?" asked Cavalcanti. + +"What? do you again defy me?" + +"No; the fact is, I have found my father." + +"What? a real father?" + +"Yes, so long as he pays me" -- + +"You'll honor and believe him -- that's right. What is his +name?" + +"Major Cavalcanti." + +"Is he pleased with you?" + +"So far I have appeared to answer his purpose." + +"And who found this father for you?" + +"The Count of Monte Cristo." + +"The man whose house you have just left?" + +"Yes." + +"I wish you would try and find me a situation with him as +grandfather, since he holds the money-chest!" + +"Well, I will mention you to him. Meanwhile, what are you +going to do?" + +"I?" + +"Yes, you." + +"It is very kind of you to trouble yourself about me." + +"Since you interest yourself in my affairs, I think it is +now my turn to ask you some questions." + +"Ah, true. Well; I shall rent a room in some respectable +house, wear a decent coat, shave every day, and go and read +the papers in a cafe. Then, in the evening, I shall go to +the theatre; I shall look like some retired baker. That is +what I want." + +"Come, if you will only put this scheme into execution, and +be steady, nothing could be better." + +"Do you think so, M. Bossuet? And you -- what will you +become? A peer of France?" + +"Ah," said Andrea, "who knows?" + +"Major Cavalcanti is already one, perhaps; but then, +hereditary rank is abolished." + +"No politics, Caderousse. And now that you have all you +want, and that we understand each other, jump down from the +tilbury and disappear." + +"Not at all, my good friend." + +"How? Not at all?" + +"Why, just think for a moment; with this red handkerchief on +my head, with scarcely any shoes, no papers, and ten gold +napoleons in my pocket, without reckoning what was there +before -- making in all about two hundred francs, -- why, I +should certainly be arrested at the barriers. Then, to +justify myself, I should say that you gave me the money; +this would cause inquiries, it would be found that I left +Toulon without giving due notice, and I should then be +escorted back to the shores of the Mediterranean. Then I +should become simply No. 106, and good-by to my dream of +resembling the retired baker! No, no, my boy; I prefer +remaining honorably in the capital." Andrea scowled. +Certainly, as he had himself owned, the reputed son of Major +Cavalcanti was a wilful fellow. He drew up for a minute, +threw a rapid glance around him, and then his hand fell +instantly into his pocket, where it began playing with a +pistol. But, meanwhile, Caderousse, who had never taken his +eyes off his companion, passed his hand behind his back, and +opened a long Spanish knife, which he always carried with +him, to be ready in case of need. The two friends, as we +see, were worthy of and understood one another. Andrea's +hand left his pocket inoffensively, and was carried up to +the red mustache, which it played with for some time. "Good +Caderousse," he said, "how happy you will be." + +"I will do my best," said the inn-keeper of the Pont du +Gard, shutting up his knife. + +"Well, then, we will go into Paris. But how will you pass +through the barrier without exciting suspicion? It seems to +me that you are in more danger riding than on foot." + +"Wait," said Caderousse, "we shall see." He then took the +great-coat with the large collar, which the groom had left +behind in the tilbury, and put it on his back; then he took +off Cavalcanti's hat, which he placed upon his own head, and +finally he assumed the careless attitude of a servant whose +master drives himself. + +"But, tell me," said Andrea, "am I to remain bareheaded?" + +"Pooh," said Caderousse; "it is so windy that your hat can +easily appear to have blown off." + +"Come, come; enough of this," said Cavalcanti. + +"What are you waiting for?" said Caderousse. "I hope I am +not the cause." + +"Hush," said Andrea. They passed the barrier without +accident. At the first cross street Andrea stopped his +horse, and Caderousse leaped out. + +"Well!" said Andrea, -- "my servant's coat and my hat?" + +"Ah," said Caderousse, "you would not like me to risk taking +cold?" + +"But what am I to do?" + +"You? Oh, you are young while I am beginning to get old. Au +revoir, Benedetto;" and running into a court, he +disappeared. "Alas," said Andrea, sighing, "one cannot be +completely happy in this world!" + + + +Chapter 65 +A Conjugal Scene. + +At the Place Louis XV. the three young people separated -- +that is to say, Morrel went to the Boulevards, +Chateau-Renaud to the Pont de la Revolution, and Debray to +the Quai. Most probably Morrel and Chateau-Renaud returned +to their "domestic hearths," as they say in the gallery of +the Chamber in well-turned speeches, and in the theatre of +the Rue Richelieu in well-written pieces; but it was not the +case with Debray. When he reached the wicket of the Louvre, +he turned to the left, galloped across the Carrousel, passed +through the Rue Saint-Roch, and, issuing from the Rue de la +Michodiere, he arrived at M. Danglars' door just at the same +time that Villefort's landau, after having deposited him and +his wife at the Faubourg St. Honore, stopped to leave the +baroness at her own house. Debray, with the air of a man +familiar with the house, entered first into the court, threw +his bridle into the hands of a footman, and returned to the +door to receive Madame Danglars, to whom he offered his arm, +to conduct her to her apartments. The gate once closed, and +Debray and the baroness alone in the court, he asked, -- +"What was the matter with you, Hermine? and why were you so +affected at that story, or rather fable, which the count +related?" + +"Because I have been in such shocking spirits all the +evening, my friend," said the baroness. + +"No, Hermine," replied Debray; "you cannot make me believe +that; on the contrary, you were in excellent spirits when +you arrived at the count's. M. Danglars was disagreeable, +certainly, but I know how much you care for his ill-humor. +Some one has vexed you; I will allow no one to annoy you." + +"You are deceived, Lucien, I assure you," replied Madame +Danglars; "and what I have told you is really the case, +added to the ill-humor you remarked, but which I did not +think it worth while to allude to." It was evident that +Madame Danglars was suffering from that nervous irritability +which women frequently cannot account for even to +themselves; or that, as Debray had guessed, she had +experienced some secret agitation that she would not +acknowledge to any one. Being a man who knew that the former +of these symptoms was one of the inherent penalties of +womanhood, he did not then press his inquiries, but waited +for a more appropriate opportunity when he should again +interrogate her, or receive an avowal proprio motu. At the +door of her apartment the baroness met Mademoiselle +Cornelie, her confidential maid. "What is my daughter +doing?" asked Madame Danglars. + +"She practiced all the evening, and then went to bed," +replied Mademoiselle Cornelie. + +"Yet I think I hear her piano." + +"It is Mademoiselle Louise d'Armilly, who is playing while +Mademoiselle Danglars is in bed." + +"Well," said Madame Danglars, "come and undress me." They +entered the bedroom. Debray stretched himself upon a large +couch, and Madame Danglars passed into her dressing-room +with Mademoiselle Cornelie. "My dear M. Lucien," said Madame +Danglars through the door, "you are always complaining that +Eugenie will not address a word to you." + +"Madame," said Lucien, playing with a little dog, who, +recognizing him as a friend of the house, expected to be +caressed, "I am not the only one who makes similar +complaints, I think I heard Morcerf say that he could not +extract a word from his betrothed." + +"True," said Madame Danglars; "yet I think this will all +pass off, and that you will one day see her enter your +study." + +"My study?" + +"At least that of the minister." + +"Why so!" + +"To ask for an engagement at the Opera. Really, I never saw +such an infatuation for music; it is quite ridiculous for a +young lady of fashion." Debray smiled. "Well," said he, "let +her come, with your consent and that of the baron, and we +will try and give her an engagement, though we are very poor +to pay such talent as hers." + +"Go, Cornelie," said Madame Danglars, "I do not require you +any longer." + +Cornelie obeyed, and the next minute Madame Danglars left +her room in a charming loose dress, and came and sat down +close to Debray. Then she began thoughtfully to caress the +little spaniel. Lucien looked at her for a moment in +silence. "Come, Hermine," he said, after a short time, +"answer candidly, -- something vexes you -- is it not so?" + +"Nothing," answered the baroness. + +And yet, as she could scarcely breathe, she rose and went +towards a looking-glass. "I am frightful to-night," she +said. Debray rose, smiling, and was about to contradict the +baroness upon this latter point, when the door opened +suddenly. M. Danglars appeared; Debray reseated himself. At +the noise of the door Madame Danglars turned round, and +looked upon her husband with an astonishment she took no +trouble to conceal. "Good-evening, madame," said the banker; +"good-evening, M. Debray." + +Probably the baroness thought this unexpected visit +signified a desire to make up for the sharp words he had +uttered during the day. Assuming a dignified air, she turned +round to Debray, without answering her husband. "Read me +something, M. Debray," she said. Debray, who was slightly +disturbed at this visit, recovered himself when he saw the +calmness of the baroness, and took up a book marked by a +mother-of-pearl knife inlaid with gold. "Excuse me," said +the banker, "but you will tire yourself, baroness, by such +late hours, and M. Debray lives some distance from here." + +Debray was petrified, not only to hear Danglars speak so +calmly and politely, but because it was apparent that +beneath outward politeness there really lurked a determined +spirit of opposition to anything his wife might wish to do. +The baroness was also surprised, and showed her astonishment +by a look which would doubtless have had some effect upon +her husband if he had not been intently occupied with the +paper, where he was looking to see the closing stock +quotations. The result was, that the proud look entirely +failed of its purpose. + +"M. Lucien," said the baroness, "I assure you I have no +desire to sleep, and that I have a thousand things to tell +you this evening, which you must listen to, even though you +slept while hearing me." + +"I am at your service, madame," replied Lucien coldly. + +"My dear M. Debray," said the banker, "do not kill yourself +to-night listening to the follies of Madame Danglars, for +you can hear them as well to-morrow; but I claim to-night +and will devote it, if you will allow me, to talk over some +serious matters with my wife." This time the blow was so +well aimed, and hit so directly, that Lucien and the +baroness were staggered, and they interrogated each other +with their eyes, as if to seek help against this aggression, +but the irresistible will of the master of the house +prevailed, and the husband was victorious. + +"Do not think I wish to turn you out, my dear Debray," +continued Danglars; "oh, no, not at all. An unexpected +occurrence forces me to ask my wife to have a little +conversation with me; it is so rarely I make such a request, +I am sure you cannot grudge it to me." Debray muttered +something, bowed and went out, knocking himself against the +edge of the door, like Nathan in "Athalie." + +"It is extraordinary," he said, when the door was closed +behind him, "how easily these husbands, whom we ridicule, +gain an advantage over us." + +Lucien having left, Danglars took his place on the sofa, +closed the open book, and placing himself in a dreadfully +dictatorial attitude, he began playing with the dog; but the +animal, not liking him as well as Debray, and attempting to +bite him, Danglars seized him by the skin of his neck and +threw him upon a couch on the other side of the room. The +animal uttered a cry during the transit, but, arrived at its +destination, it crouched behind the cushions, and stupefied +at such unusual treatment remained silent and motionless. +"Do you know, sir," asked the baroness, "that you are +improving? Generally you are only rude, but to-night you are +brutal." + +"It is because I am in a worse humor than usual," replied +Danglars. Hermine looked at the banker with supreme disdain. +These glances frequently exasperated the pride of Danglars, +but this evening he took no notice of them. + +"And what have I to do with your ill-humor?" said the +baroness, irritated at the impassibility of her husband; "do +these things concern me? Keep your ill-humor at home in your +money boxes, or, since you have clerks whom you pay, vent it +upon them." + +"Not so," replied Danglars; "your advice is wrong, so I +shall not follow it. My money boxes are my Pactolus, as, I +think, M. Demoustier says, and I will not retard its course, +or disturb its calm. My clerks are honest men, who earn my +fortune, whom I pay much below their deserts, if I may value +them according to what they bring in; therefore I shall not +get into a passion with them; those with whom I will be in a +passion are those who eat my dinners, mount my horses, and +exhaust my fortune." + +"And pray who are the persons who exhaust your fortune? +Explain yourself more clearly, I beg, sir." + +"Oh, make yourself easy! -- I am not speaking riddles, and +you will soon know what I mean. The people who exhaust my +fortune are those who draw out 700,000 francs in the course +of an hour." + +"I do not understand you, sir," said the baroness, trying to +disguise the agitation of her voice and the flush of her +face. "You understand me perfectly, on the contrary," said +Danglars: "but, if you will persist, I will tell you that I +have just lost 700,000 francs upon the Spanish loan." + +"And pray," asked the baroness, "am I responsible for this +loss?" + +"Why not?" + +"Is it my fault you have lost 700,000 francs?" + +"Certainly it is not mine." + +"Once for all, sir," replied the baroness sharply, "I tell +you I will not hear cash named; it is a style of language I +never heard in the house of my parents or in that of my +first husband." + +"Oh, I can well believe that, for neither of them was worth +a penny." + +"The better reason for my not being conversant with the +slang of the bank, which is here dinning in my ears from +morning to night; that noise of jingling crowns, which are +constantly being counted and re-counted, is odious to me. I +only know one thing I dislike more, which is the sound of +your voice." + +"Really?" said Danglars. "Well, this surprises me, for I +thought you took the liveliest interest in all my affairs!" + +"I? What could put such an idea into your head?" + +"Yourself." + +"Ah? -- what next?" + +"Most assuredly." + +"I should like to know upon what occasion?" + +"Oh, mon Dieu, that is very easily done. Last February you +were the first who told me of the Haitian funds. You had +dreamed that a ship had entered the harbor at Havre, that +this ship brought news that a payment we had looked upon as +lost was going to be made. I know how clear-sighted your +dreams are; I therefore purchased immediately as many shares +as I could of the Haitian debt, and I gained 400,000 francs +by it, of which 100,000 have been honestly paid to you. You +spent it as you pleased; that was your business. In March +there was a question about a grant to a railway. Three +companies presented themselves, each offering equal +securities. You told me that your instinct, -- and although +you pretend to know nothing about speculations, I think on +the contrary, that your comprehension is very clear upon +certain affairs, -- well, you told me that your instinct led +you to believe the grant would be given to the company +called the Southern. I bought two thirds of the shares of +that company; as you had foreseen, the shares trebled in +value, and I picked up a million, from which 250,000 francs +were paid to you for pin-money. How have you spent this +250,000 francs? -- it is no business of mine." + +"When are you coming to the point?" cried the baroness, +shivering with anger and impatience. + +"Patience, madame, I am coming to it." + +"That's fortunate." + +"In April you went to dine at the minister's. You heard a +private conversation respecting Spanish affairs -- on the +expulsion of Don Carlos. I bought some Spanish shares. The +expulsion took place and I pocketed 600,000 francs the day +Charles V. repassed the Bidassoa. Of these 600,000 francs +you took 50,000 crowns. They were yours, you disposed of +them according to your fancy, and I asked no questions; but +it is not the less true that you have this year received +500,000 livres." + +"Well, sir, and what then?" + +"Ah, yes, it was just after this that you spoiled +everything." + +"Really, your manner of speaking" -- + +"It expresses my meaning, and that is all I want. Well, +three days after that you talked politics with M. Debray, +and you fancied from his words that Don Carlos had returned +to Spain. Well, I sold my shares, the news got out, and I no +longer sold -- I gave them away, next day I find the news +was false, and by this false report I have lost 700,000 +francs." + +"Well?" + +"Well, since I gave you a fourth of my gains, I think you +owe me a fourth of my losses; the fourth of 700,000 francs +is 175,000 francs." + +"What you say is absurd, and I cannot see why M. Debray's +name is mixed up in this affair." + +"Because if you do not possess the 175,000 francs I reclaim, +you must have lent them to your friends, and M. Debray is +one of your friends." + +"For shame!" exclaimed the baroness. + +"Oh, let us have no gestures, no screams, no modern drama, +or you will oblige me to tell you that I see Debray leave +here, pocketing the whole of the 500,000 livres you have +handed over to him this year, while he smiles to himself, +saying that he has found what the most skilful players have +never discovered -- that is, a roulette where he wins +without playing, and is no loser when he loses." The +baroness became enraged. "Wretch!" she cried, "will you dare +to tell me you did not know what you now reproach me with?" + +"I do not say that I did know it, and I do not say that I +did not know it. I merely tell you to look into my conduct +during the last four years that we have ceased to be husband +and wife, and see whether it has not always been consistent. +Some time after our rupture, you wished to study music, +under the celebrated baritone who made such a successful +appearance at the Theatre Italien; at the same time I felt +inclined to learn dancing of the danseuse who acquired such +a reputation in London. This cost me, on your account and +mine, 100,000 francs. I said nothing, for we must have peace +in the house; and 100,000 francs for a lady and gentleman to +be properly instructed in music and dancing are not too +much. Well, you soon become tired of singing, and you take a +fancy to study diplomacy with the minister's secretary. You +understand, it signifies nothing to me so long as you pay +for your lessons out of your own cashbox. But to-day I find +you are drawing on mine, and that your apprenticeship may +cost me 700,000 francs per month. Stop there, madame, for +this cannot last. Either the diplomatist must give his +lessons gratis, and I will tolerate him, or he must never +set his foot again in my house; -- do you understand, +madame?" + +"Oh, this is too much," cried Hermine, choking, "you are +worse than despicable." + +"But," continued Danglars, "I find you did not even pause +there" -- + +"Insults!" + +"You are right; let us leave these facts alone, and reason +coolly. I have never interfered in your affairs excepting +for your good; treat me in the same way. You say you have +nothing to do with my cash-box. Be it so. Do as you like +with your own, but do not fill or empty mine. Besides, how +do I know that this was not a political trick, that the +minister enraged at seeing me in the opposition, and jealous +of the popular sympathy I excite, has not concerted with M. +Debray to ruin me?" + +"A probable thing!" + +"Why not? Who ever heard of such an occurrence as this? -- a +false telegraphic despatch -- it is almost impossible for +wrong signals to be made as they were in the last two +telegrams. It was done on purpose for me -- I am sure of +it." + +"Sir," said the baroness humbly, "are you not aware that the +man employed there was dismissed, that they talked of going +to law with him, that orders were issued to arrest him and +that this order would have been put into execution if he had +not escaped by flight, which proves that he was either mad +or guilty? It was a mistake." + +"Yes, which made fools laugh, which caused the minister to +have a sleepless night, which has caused the minister's +secretaries to blacken several sheets of paper, but which +has cost me 700,000 francs." + +"But, sir," said Hermine suddenly, "if all this is, as you +say, caused by M. Debray, why, instead of going direct to +him, do you come and tell me of it? Why, to accuse the man, +do you address the woman?" + +"Do I know M. Debray? -- do I wish to know him? -- do I wish +to know that he gives advice? -- do I wish to follow it? -- +do I speculate? No; you do all this, not I." + +"Still it seems to me, that as you profit by it -- " + +Danglars shrugged his shoulders. "Foolish creature," he +exclaimed. "Women fancy they have talent because they have +managed two or three intrigues without being the talk of +Paris! But know that if you had even hidden your +irregularities from your husband, who has but the +commencement of the art -- for generally husbands will not +see -- you would then have been but a faint imitation of +most of your friends among the women of the world. But it +has not been so with me, -- I see, and always have seen, +during the last sixteen years. You may, perhaps, have hidden +a thought; but not a step, not an action, not a fault, has +escaped me, while you flattered yourself upon your address, +and firmly believed you had deceived me. What has been the +result? -- that, thanks to my pretended ignorance, there is +none of your friends, from M. de Villefort to M. Debray, who +has not trembled before me. There is not one who has not +treated me as the master of the house, -- the only title I +desire with respect to you; there is not one, in fact, who +would have dared to speak of me as I have spoken of them +this day. I will allow you to make me hateful, but I will +prevent your rendering me ridiculous, and, above all, I +forbid you to ruin me." + +The baroness had been tolerably composed until the name of +Villefort had been pronounced; but then she became pale, +and, rising, as if touched by a spring, she stretched out +her hands as though conjuring an apparition; she then took +two or three steps towards her husband, as though to tear +the secret from him, of which he was ignorant, or which he +withheld from some odious calculation, -- odious, as all his +calculations were. "M. de Villefort! -- What do you mean?" + +"I mean that M. de Nargonne, your first husband, being +neither a philosopher nor a banker, or perhaps being both, +and seeing there was nothing to be got out of a king's +attorney, died of grief or anger at finding, after an +absence of nine months, that you had been enceinte six. I am +brutal, -- I not only allow it, but boast of it; it is one +of the reasons of my success in commercial business. Why did +he kill himself instead of you? Because he had no cash to +save. My life belongs to my cash. M. Debray has made me lose +700,000 francs; let him bear his share of the loss, and we +will go on as before; if not, let him become bankrupt for +the 250,000 livres, and do as all bankrupts do -- disappear. +He is a charming fellow, I allow, when his news is correct; +but when it is not, there are fifty others in the world who +would do better than he." + +Madame Danglars was rooted to the spot; she made a violent +effort to reply to this last attack, but she fell upon a +chair thinking of Villefort, of the dinner scene, of the +strange series of misfortunes which had taken place in her +house during the last few days, and changed the usual calm +of her establishment to a scene of scandalous debate. +Danglars did not even look at her, though she did her best +to faint. He shut the bedroom door after him, without adding +another word, and returned to his apartments; and when +Madame Danglars recovered from her half-fainting condition, +she could almost believe that she had had a disagreeable +dream. + + + +Chapter 66 +Matrimonial Projects. + +The day following this scene, at the hour the banker usually +chose to pay a visit to Madame Danglars on his way to his +office, his coupe did not appear. At this time, that is, +about half-past twelve, Madame Danglars ordered her +carriage, and went out. Danglars, hidden behind a curtain, +watched the departure he had been waiting for. He gave +orders that he should be informed as soon as Madame Danglars +appeared; but at two o'clock she had not returned. He then +called for his horses, drove to the Chamber, and inscribed +his name to speak against the budget. From twelve to two +o'clock Danglars had remained in his study, unsealing his +dispatches, and becoming more and more sad every minute, +heaping figure upon figure, and receiving, among other +visits, one from Major Cavalcanti, who, as stiff and exact +as ever, presented himself precisely at the hour named the +night before, to terminate his business with the banker. On +leaving the Chamber, Danglars, who had shown violent marks +of agitation during the sitting, and been more bitter than +ever against the ministry, re-entered his carriage, and told +the coachman to drive to the Avenue des Champs-Elysees, No. +30. + +Monte Cristo was at home; only he was engaged with some one +and begged Danglars to wait for a moment in the +drawing-room. While the banker was waiting in the anteroom, +the door opened, and a man dressed as an abbe and doubtless +more familiar with the house than he was, came in and +instead of waiting, merely bowed, passed on to the farther +apartments, and disappeared. A minute after the door by +which the priest had entered reopened, and Monte Cristo +appeared. "Pardon me," said he, "my dear baron, but one of +my friends, the Abbe Busoni, whom you perhaps saw pass by, +has just arrived in Paris; not having seen him for a long +time, I could not make up my mind to leave him sooner, so I +hope this will be sufficient reason for my having made you +wait." + +"Nay," said Danglars, "it is my fault; I have chosen my +visit at a wrong time, and will retire." + +"Not at all; on the contrary, be seated; but what is the +matter with you? You look careworn; really, you alarm me. +Melancholy in a capitalist, like the appearance of a comet, +presages some misfortune to the world." + +"I have been in ill-luck for several days," said Danglars, +"and I have heard nothing but bad news." + +"Ah, indeed?" said Monte Cristo. "Have you had another fall +at the Bourse?" + +"No; I am safe for a few days at least. I am only annoyed +about a bankrupt of Trieste." + +"Really? Does it happen to be Jacopo Manfredi?" + +"Exactly so. Imagine a man who has transacted business with +me for I don't know how long, to the amount of 800,000 or +900,000 francs during the year. Never a mistake or delay -- +a fellow who paid like a prince. Well, I was a million in +advance with him, and now my fine Jacopo Manfredi suspends +payment!" + +"Really?" + +"It is an unheard-of fatality. I draw upon him for 600,000 +francs, my bills are returned unpaid, and, more than that, I +hold bills of exchange signed by him to the value of 400,000 +francs, payable at his correspondent's in Paris at the end +of this month. To-day is the 30th. I present them; but my +correspondent has disappeared. This, with my Spanish +affairs, made a pretty end to the month." + +"Then you really lost by that affair in Spain?" + +"Yes; only 700,000 francs out of my cash-box -- nothing +more!" + +"Why, how could you make such a mistake -- such an old +stager?" + +"Oh, it is all my wife's fault. She dreamed Don Carlos had +returned to Spain; she believes in dreams. It is magnetism, +she says, and when she dreams a thing it is sure to happen, +she assures me. On this conviction I allow her to speculate, +she having her bank and her stockbroker; she speculated and +lost. It is true she speculates with her own money, not +mine; nevertheless, you can understand that when 700,000 +francs leave the wife's pocket, the husband always finds it +out. But do you mean to say you have not heard of this? Why, +the thing has made a tremendous noise." + +"Yes, I heard it spoken of, but I did not know the details, +and then no one can be more ignorant than I am of the +affairs in the Bourse." + +"Then you do not speculate?" + +"I? -- How could I speculate when I already have so much +trouble in regulating my income? I should be obliged, +besides my steward, to keep a clerk and a boy. But touching +these Spanish affairs, I think that the baroness did not +dream the whole of the Don Carlos matter. The papers said +something about it, did they not?" + +"Then you believe the papers?" + +"I? -- not the least in the world; only I fancied that the +honest Messager was an exception to the rule, and that it +only announced telegraphic despatches." + +"Well, that's what puzzles me," replied Danglars; "the news +of the return of Don Carlos was brought by telegraph." + +"So that," said Monte Cristo, "you have lost nearly +1,700,000 francs this month." + +"Not nearly, indeed; that is exactly my loss." + +"Diable," said Monte Cristo compassionately, "it is a hard +blow for a third-rate fortune." + +"Third-rate," said Danglars, rather humble, "what do you +mean by that?" + +"Certainly," continued Monte Cristo, "I make three +assortments in fortune -- first-rate, second-rate, and +third-rate fortunes. I call those first-rate which are +composed of treasures one possesses under one's hand, such +as mines, lands, and funded property, in such states as +France, Austria, and England, provided these treasures and +property form a total of about a hundred millions; I call +those second-rate fortunes, that are gained by manufacturing +enterprises, joint-stock companies, viceroyalties, and +principalities, not drawing more than 1,500,000 francs, the +whole forming a capital of about fifty millions; finally, I +call those third-rate fortunes, which are composed of a +fluctuating capital, dependent upon the will of others, or +upon chances which a bankruptcy involves or a false telegram +shakes, such as banks, speculations of the day -- in fact, +all operations under the influence of greater or less +mischances, the whole bringing in a real or fictitious +capital of about fifteen millions. I think this is about +your position, is it not?" + +"Confound it, yes!" replied Danglars. + +"The result, then, of six more such months as this would be +to reduce the third-rate house to despair." + +"Oh," said Danglars, becoming very pale, how you are running +on!" + +"Let us imagine seven such months," continued Monte Cristo, +in the same tone. "Tell me, have you ever thought that seven +times 1,700,000 francs make nearly twelve millions? No, you +have not; -- well, you are right, for if you indulged in +such reflections, you would never risk your principal, which +is to the speculator what the skin is to civilized man. We +have our clothes, some more splendid than others, -- this is +our credit; but when a man dies he has only his skin; in the +same way, on retiring from business, you have nothing but +your real principal of about five or six millions, at the +most; for third-rate fortunes are never more than a fourth +of what they appear to be, like the locomotive on a railway, +the size of which is magnified by the smoke and steam +surrounding it. Well, out of the five or six millions which +form your real capital, you have just lost nearly two +millions, which must, of course, in the same degree diminish +your credit and fictitious fortune; to follow out my simile, +your skin has been opened by bleeding, and this if repeated +three or four times will cause death -- so pay attention to +it, my dear Monsieur Danglars. Do you want money? Do you +wish me to lend you some?" + +"What a bad calculator you are!" exclaimed Danglars, calling +to his assistance all his philosophy and dissimulation. "I +have made money at the same time by speculations which have +succeeded. I have made up the loss of blood by nutrition. I +lost a battle in Spain, I have been defeated in Trieste, but +my naval army in India will have taken some galleons, and my +Mexican pioneers will have discovered some mine." + +"Very good, very good! But the wound remains and will reopen +at the first loss." + +"No, for I am only embarked in certainties," replied +Danglars, with the air of a mountebank sounding his own +praises; "to involve me, three governments must crumble to +dust." + +"Well, such things have been." + +"That there should be a famine!" + +"Recollect the seven fat and the seven lean kine." + +"Or, that the sea should become dry, as in the days of +Pharaoh, and even then my vessels would become caravans." + +"So much the better. I congratulate you, my dear M. +Danglars," said Monte Cristo; "I see I was deceived, and +that you belong to the class of second-rate fortunes." + +"I think I may aspire to that honor," said Danglars with a +smile, which reminded Monte Cristo of the sickly moons which +bad artists are so fond of daubing into their pictures of +ruins. "But, while we are speaking of business," Danglars +added, pleased to find an opportunity of changing the +subject, "tell me what I am to do for M. Cavalcanti." + +"Give him money, if he is recommended to you, and the +recommendation seems good." + +"Excellent; he presented himself this morning with a bond of +40,000 francs, payable at sight, on you, signed by Busoni, +and returned by you to me, with your indorsement -- of +course, I immediately counted him over the forty +bank-notes." + +Monte Cristo nodded his head in token of assent. "But that +is not all," continued Danglars; "he has opened an account +with my house for his son." + +"May I ask how much he allows the young man?" + +"Five thousand francs per month." + +"Sixty thousand francs per year. I thought I was right in +believing that Cavalcanti to be a stingy fellow. How can a +young man live upon 5,000 francs a month?" + +"But you understand that if the young man should want a few +thousands more" -- + +"Do not advance it; the father will never repay it. You do +not know these ultramontane millionaires; they are regular +misers. And by whom were they recommended to you?" + +"Oh, by the house of Fenzi, one of the best in Florence." + +"I do not mean to say you will lose, but, nevertheless, mind +you hold to the terms of the agreement." + +"Would you not trust the Cavalcanti?" + +"I? oh, I would advance six millions on his signature. I was +only speaking in reference to the second-rate fortunes we +were mentioning just now." + +"And with all this, how unassuming he is! I should never +have taken him for anything more than a mere major." + +"And you would have flattered him, for certainly, as you +say, he has no manner. The first time I saw him he appeared +to me like an old lieutenant who had grown mouldy under his +epaulets. But all the Italians are the same; they are like +old Jews when they are not glittering in Oriental splendor." + +"The young man is better," said Danglars. + +"Yes; a little nervous, perhaps, but, upon the whole, he +appeared tolerable. I was uneasy about him." + +"Why?" + +"Because you met him at my house, just after his +introduction into the world, as they told me. He has been +travelling with a very severe tutor, and had never been to +Paris before." + +"Ah, I believe noblemen marry amongst themselves, do they +not?" asked Danglars carelessly; they like to unite their +fortunes." + +"It is usual, certainly; but Cavalcanti is an original who +does nothing like other people. I cannot help thinking that +he has brought his son to France to choose a wife." + +"Do you think so?" + +"I am sure of it." + +"And you have heard his fortune mentioned?" + +"Nothing else was talked of; only some said he was worth +millions, and others that he did not possess a farthing." + +"And what is your opinion?" + +"I ought not to influence you, because it is only my own +personal impression." + +"Well, and it is that" -- + +"My opinion is, that all these old podestas, these ancient +condottieri, -- for the Cavalcanti have commanded armies and +governed provinces, -- my opinion, I say, is, that they have +buried their millions in corners, the secret of which they +have transmitted only to their eldest sons, who have done +the same from generation to generation; and the proof of +this is seen in their yellow and dry appearance, like the +florins of the republic, which, from being constantly gazed +upon, have become reflected in them." + +"Certainly," said Danglars, "and this is further supported +by the fact of their not possessing an inch of land." + +"Very little, at least; I know of none which Cavalcanti +possesses, excepting his palace in Lucca." + +"Ah, he has a palace?" said Danglars, laughing; "come, that +is something." + +"Yes; and more than that, he lets it to the Minister of +Finance while he lives in a simple house. Oh, as I told you +before, I think the old fellow is very close." + +"Come, you do not flatter him." + +"I scarcely know him; I think I have seen him three times in +my life; all I know relating to him is through Busoni and +himself. He was telling me this morning that, tired of +letting his property lie dormant in Italy, which is a dead +nation, he wished to find a method, either in France or +England, of multiplying his millions, but remember, that +though I place great confidence in Busoni, I am not +responsible for this." + +"Never mind; accept my thanks for the client you have sent +me. It is a fine name to inscribe on my ledgers, and my +cashier was quite proud of it when I explained to him who +the Cavalcanti were. By the way, this is merely a simple +question, when this sort of people marry their sons, do they +give them any fortune?" + +"Oh, that depends upon circumstances. I know an Italian +prince, rich as a gold mine, one of the noblest families in +Tuscany, who, when his sons married according to his wish, +gave them millions; and when they married against his +consent, merely allowed them thirty crowns a month. Should +Andrea marry according to his father's views, he will, +perhaps, give him one, two, or three millions. For example, +supposing it were the daughter of a banker, he might take an +interest in the house of the father-in-law of his son; then +again, if he disliked his choice, the major takes the key, +double-locks his coffer, and Master Andrea would be obliged +to live like the sons of a Parisian family, by shuffling +cards or rattling the dice." + +"Ah, that boy will find out some Bavarian or Peruvian +princess; he will want a crown and an immense fortune." + +"No; these grand lords on the other side of the Alps +frequently marry into plain families; like Jupiter, they +like to cross the race. But do you wish to marry Andrea, my +dear M. Danglars, that you are asking so many questions?" + +"Ma foi," said Danglars, "it would not be a bad speculation, +I fancy, and you know I am a speculator." + +"You are not thinking of Mademoiselle Danglars, I hope; you +would not like poor Andrea to have his throat cut by +Albert?" + +"Albert," repeated Danglars, shrugging his shoulders; "ah, +well; he would care very little about it, I think." + +"But he is betrothed to your daughter, I believe?" + +"Well, M. de Morcerf and I have talked about this marriage, +but Madame de Morcerf and Albert" -- + +"You do not mean to say that it would not be a good match?" + +"Indeed, I imagine that Mademoiselle Danglars is as good as +M. de Morcerf." + +"Mademoiselle Danglars' fortune will be great, no doubt, +especially it the telegraph should not make any more +mistakes." + +"Oh, I do not mean her fortune only; but tell me" -- + +"What?" + +"Why did you not invite M. and Madame de Morcerf to your +dinner?" + +"I did so, but he excused himself on account of Madame de +Morcerf being obliged to go to Dieppe for the benefit of sea +air." + +"Yes, yes," said Danglars, laughing, "it would do her a +great deal of good." + +"Why so?" + +"Because it is the air she always breathed in her youth." +Monte Cristo took no notice of this ill-natured remark. + +"But still, if Albert be not so rich as Mademoiselle +Danglars," said the count, "you must allow that he has a +fine name?" + +"So he has; but I like mine as well." + +"Certainly; your name is popular, and does honor to the +title they have adorned it with; but you are too intelligent +not to know that according to a prejudice, too firmly rooted +to be exterminated, a nobility which dates back five +centuries is worth more than one that can only reckon twenty +years." + +"And for this very reason," said Danglars with a smile, +which he tried to make sardonic, "I prefer M. Andrea +Cavalcanti to M. Albert de Morcerf." + +"Still, I should not think the Morcerfs would yield to the +Cavalcanti?" + +"The Morcerfs! -- Stay, my dear count," said Danglars; "you +are a man of the world, are you not?" + +"I think so." + +"And you understand heraldry?" + +"A little." + +"Well, look at my coat-of-arms, it is worth more than +Morcerf's." + +"Why so?" + +"Because, though I am not a baron by birth, my real name is, +at least, Danglars." + +"Well, what then?" + +"While his name is not Morcerf." + +"How? -- not Morcerf?" + +"Not the least in the world." + +"Go on." + +"I have been made a baron, so that I actually am one; he +made himself a count, so that he is not one at all." + +"Impossible!" + +"Listen my dear count; M. de Morcerf has been my friend, or +rather my acquaintance, during the last thirty years. You +know I have made the most of my arms, though I never forgot +my origin." + +"A proof of great humility or great pride," said Monte +Cristo. + +"Well, when I was a clerk, Morcerf was a mere fisherman." + +"And then he was called" -- + +"Fernand." + +"Only Fernand?" + +"Fernand Mondego." + +"You are sure?" + +"Pardieu, I have bought enough fish of him to know his +name." + +"Then, why did you think of giving your daughter to him?" + +"Because Fernand and Danglars, being both parvenus, both +having become noble, both rich, are about equal in worth, +excepting that there have been certain things mentioned of +him that were never said of me." + +"What?" + +"Oh, nothing!" + +"Ah, yes; what you tell me recalls to mind something about +the name of Fernand Mondego. I have heard that name in +Greece." + +"In conjunction with the affairs of Ali Pasha?" + +"Exactly so." + +"This is the mystery," said Danglars. "I acknowledge I would +have given anything to find it out." + +"It would be very easy if you much wished it?" + +"How so?" + +"Probably you have some correspondent in Greece?" + +"I should think so." + +"At Yanina?" + +"Everywhere." + +"Well, write to your correspondent in Yanina, and ask him +what part was played by a Frenchman named Fernand Mondego in +the catastrophe of Ali Tepelini." + +"You are right," exclaimed Danglars, rising quickly, "I will +write to-day." + +"Do so." + +"I will." + +"And if you should hear of anything very scandalous" -- + +"I will communicate it to you." + +"You will oblige me." Danglars rushed out of the room, and +made but one leap into his coupe. + + + +Chapter 67 +At the Office of the King's Attorney. + +Let us leave the banker driving his horses at their fullest +speed, and follow Madame Danglars in her morning excursion. +We have said that at half-past twelve o'clock Madame +Danglars had ordered her horses, and had left home in the +carriage. She directed her course towards the Faubourg Saint +Germain, went down the Rue Mazarine, and stopped at the +Passage du Pont-Neuf. She descended, and went through the +passage. She was very plainly dressed, as would be the case +with a woman of taste walking in the morning. At the Rue +Guenegaud she called a cab, and directed the driver to go to +the Rue de Harlay. As soon as she was seated in the vehicle, +she drew from her pocket a very thick black veil, which she +tied on to her straw bonnet. She then replaced the bonnet, +and saw with pleasure, in a little pocket-mirror, that her +white complexion and brilliant eyes were alone visible. The +cab crossed the Pont-Neuf and entered the Rue de Harlay by +the Place Dauphine; the driver was paid as the door opened, +and stepping lightly up the stairs Madame Danglars soon +reached the Salle des Pas-Perdus. + +There was a great deal going on that morning, and many +business-like persons at the Palais; business-like persons +pay very little attention to women, and Madame Danglars +crossed the hall without exciting any more attention than +any other woman calling upon her lawyer. There was a great +press of people in M. de Villefort's ante-chamber, but +Madame Danglars had no occasion even to pronounce her name. +The instant she appeared the door-keeper rose, came to her, +and asked her whether she was not the person with whom the +procureur had made an appointment; and on her affirmative +answer being given, he conducted her by a private passage to +M. de Villefort's office. The magistrate was seated in an +arm-chair, writing, with his back towards the door; he did +not move as he heard it open, and the door-keeper pronounce +the words, "Walk in, madame," and then reclose it; but no +sooner had the man's footsteps ceased, than he started up, +drew the bolts, closed the curtains, and examined every +corner of the room. Then, when he had assured himself that +he could neither be seen nor heard, and was consequently +relieved of doubts, he said, -- "Thanks, madame, -- thanks +for your punctuality; "and he offered a chair to Madame +Danglars, which she accepted, for her heart beat so +violently that she felt nearly suffocated. + +"It is a long time, madame," said the procureur, describing +a half-circle with his chair, so as to place himself exactly +opposite to Madame Danglars, -- "it is a long time since I +had the pleasure of speaking alone with you, and I regret +that we have only now met to enter upon a painful +conversation." + +"Nevertheless, sir, you see I have answered your first +appeal, although certainly the conversation must be much +more painful for me than for you." Villefort smiled +bitterly. + +"It is true, then," he said, rather uttering his thoughts +aloud than addressing his companion, -- "it is true, then, +that all our actions leave their traces -- some sad, others +bright -- on our paths; it is true that every step in our +lives is like the course of an insect on the sands; -- it +leaves its track! Alas, to many the path is traced by +tears." + +"Sir," said Madame Danglars, "you can feel for my emotion, +can you not? Spare me, then, I beseech you. When I look at +this room, -- whence so many guilty creatures have departed, +trembling and ashamed, when I look at that chair before +which I now sit trembling and ashamed, -- oh, it requires +all my reason to convince me that I am not a very guilty +woman and you a menacing judge." Villefort dropped his head +and sighed. "And I," he said, "I feel that my place is not +in the judge's seat, but on the prisoner's stool." + +"You?" said Madame Danglars. + +"Yes, I." + +"I think, sir, you exaggerate your situation," said Madame +Danglars, whose beautiful eyes sparkled for a moment. "The +paths of which you were just speaking have been traced by +all young men of ardent imaginations. Besides the pleasure, +there is always remorse from the indulgence of our passions, +and, after all, what have you men to fear from all this? the +world excuses, and notoriety ennobles you." + +"Madame," replied Villefort, "you know that I am no +hypocrite, or, at least, that I never deceive without a +reason. If my brow be severe, it is because many misfortunes +have clouded it; if my heart be petrified, it is that it +might sustain the blows it has received. I was not so in my +youth, I was not so on the night of the betrothal, when we +were all seated around a table in the Rue du Cours at +Marseilles. But since then everything has changed in and +about me; I am accustomed to brave difficulties, and, in the +conflict to crush those who, by their own free will, or by +chance, voluntarily or involuntarily, interfere with me in +my career. It is generally the case that what we most +ardently desire is as ardently withheld from us by those who +wish to obtain it, or from whom we attempt to snatch it. +Thus, the greater number of a man's errors come before him +disguised under the specious form of necessity; then, after +error has been committed in a moment of excitement, of +delirium, or of fear, we see that we might have avoided and +escaped it. The means we might have used, which we in our +blindness could not see, then seem simple and easy, and we +say, `Why did I not do this, instead of that?' Women, on the +contrary, are rarely tormented with remorse; for the +decision does not come from you, -- your misfortunes are +generally imposed upon you, and your faults the results of +others' crimes." + +"In any case, sir, you will allow," replied Madame Danglars, +"that, even if the fault were alone mine, I last night +received a severe punishment for it." + +"Poor thing," said Villefort, pressing her hand, "it was too +severe for your strength, for you were twice overwhelmed, +and yet" -- + +"Well?" + +"Well, I must tell you. Collect all your courage, for you +have not yet heard all." + +"Ah," exclaimed Madame Danglars, alarmed, "what is there +more to hear?" + +"You only look back to the past, and it is, indeed, bad +enough. Well, picture to yourself a future more gloomy still +-- certainly frightful, perhaps sanguinary." The baroness +knew how calm Villefort naturally was, and his present +excitement frightened her so much that she opened her mouth +to scream, but the sound died in her throat. "How has this +terrible past been recalled?" cried Villefort; "how is it +that it has escaped from the depths of the tomb and the +recesses of our hearts, where it was buried, to visit us +now, like a phantom, whitening our cheeks and flushing our +brows with shame?" + +"Alas," said Hermine, "doubtless it is chance." + +"Chance?" replied Villefort; "No, no, madame, there is no +such thing as chance." + +"Oh, yes; has not a fatal chance revealed all this? Was it +not by chance the Count of Monte Cristo bought that house? +Was it not by chance he caused the earth to be dug up? Is it +not by chance that the unfortunate child was disinterred +under the trees? -- that poor innocent offspring of mine, +which I never even kissed, but for whom I wept many, many +tears. Ah, my heart clung to the count when he mentioned the +dear spoil found beneath the flowers." + +"Well, no, madame, -- this is the terrible news I have to +tell you," said Villefort in a hollow voice -- "no, nothing +was found beneath the flowers; there was no child +disinterred -- no. You must not weep, no, you must not +groan, you must tremble!" + +"What can you mean?" asked Madame Danglars, shuddering. + +"I mean that M. de Monte Cristo, digging underneath these +trees, found neither skeleton nor chest, because neither of +them was there!" + +"Neither of them there?" repeated Madame Danglars, her +staring, wide-open eyes expressing her alarm. + +"Neither of them there!" she again said, as though striving +to impress herself with the meaning of the words which +escaped her. + +"No," said Villefort, burying his face in his hands, "no, a +hundred times no!" + +"Then you did not bury the poor child there, sir? Why did +you deceive me? Where did you place it? tell me -- where?" + +"There! But listen to me -- listen -- and you will pity me +who has for twenty years alone borne the heavy burden of +grief I am about to reveal, without casting the least +portion upon you." + +"Oh, you frighten me! But speak; I will listen." + +"You recollect that sad night, when you were half-expiring +on that bed in the red damask room, while I, scarcely less +agitated than you, awaited your delivery. The child was +born, was given to me -- motionless, breathless, voiceless; +we thought it dead." Madame Danglars moved rapidly, as +though she would spring from her chair, but Villefort +stopped, and clasped his hands as if to implore her +attention. "We thought it dead," he repeated; "I placed it +in the chest, which was to take the place of a coffin; I +descended to the garden, I dug a hole, and then flung it +down in haste. Scarcely had I covered it with earth, when +the arm of the Corsican was stretched towards me; I saw a +shadow rise, and, at the same time, a flash of light. I felt +pain; I wished to cry out, but an icy shiver ran through my +veins and stifled my voice; I fell lifeless, and fancied +myself killed. Never shall I forget your sublime courage, +when, having returned to consciousness, I dragged myself to +the foot of the stairs, and you, almost dying yourself, came +to meet me. We were obliged to keep silent upon the dreadful +catastrophe. You had the fortitude to regain the house, +assisted by your nurse. A duel was the pretext for my wound. +Though we scarcely expected it, our secret remained in our +own keeping alone. I was taken to Versailles; for three +months I struggled with death; at last, as I seemed to cling +to life, I was ordered to the South. Four men carried me +from Paris to Chalons, walking six leagues a day; Madame de +Villefort followed the litter in her carriage. At Chalons I +was put upon the Saone, thence I passed on to he Rhone, +whence I descended, merely with the current, to Arles; at +Arles I was again placed on my litter, and continued my +journey to Marseilles. My recovery lasted six months. I +never heard you mentioned, and I did not dare inquire for +you. When I returned to Paris, I learned that you, the widow +of M. de Nargonne, had married M. Danglars. + +"What was the subject of my thoughts from the time +consciousness returned to me? Always the same -- always the +child's corpse, coming every night in my dreams, rising from +the earth, and hovering over the grave with menacing look +and gesture. I inquired immediately on my return to Paris; +the house had not been inhabited since we left it, but it +had just been let for nine years. I found the tenant. I +pretended that I disliked the idea that a house belonging to +my wife's father and mother should pass into the hands of +strangers. I offered to pay them for cancelling the lease; +they demanded 6,000 francs. I would have given 10,000 -- I +would have given 20,000. I had the money with me; I made the +tenant sign the deed of resilition, and when I had obtained +what I so much wanted, I galloped to Auteuil. + +"No one had entered the house since I had left it. It was +five o'clock in the afternoon; I ascended into the red room, +and waited for night. There all the thoughts which had +disturbed me during my year of constant agony came back with +double force. The Corsican, who had declared the vendetta +against me, who had followed me from Nimes to Paris, who had +hid himself in the garden, who had struck me, had seen me +dig the grave, had seen me inter the child, -- he might +become acquainted with your person, -- nay, he might even +then have known it. Would he not one day make you pay for +keeping this terrible secret? Would it not be a sweet +revenge for him when he found that I had not died from the +blow of his dagger? It was therefore necessary, before +everything else, and at all risks, that I should cause all +traces of the past to disappear -- that I should destroy +every material vestige; too much reality would always remain +in my recollection. It was for this I had annulled the lease +-- it was for this I had come -- it was for this I was +waiting. Night arrived; I allowed it to become quite dark. I +was without a light in that room; when the wind shook all +the doors, behind which I continually expected to see some +spy concealed, I trembled. I seemed everywhere to hear your +moans behind me in the bed, and I dared not turn around. My +heart beat so violently that I feared my wound would open. +At length, one by one, all the noises in the neighborhood +ceased. I understood that I had nothing to fear, that I +should neither be seen nor heard, so I decided upon +descending to the garden. + +"Listen, Hermine; I consider myself as brave as most men, +but when I drew from my breast the little key of the +staircase, which I had found in my coat -- that little key +we both used to cherish so much, which you wished to have +fastened to a golden ring -- when I opened the door, and saw +the pale moon shedding a long stream of white light on the +spiral staircase like a spectre, I leaned against the wall, +and nearly shrieked. I seemed to be going mad. At last I +mastered my agitation. I descended the staircase step by +step; the only thing I could not conquer was a strange +trembling in my knees. I grasped the railings; if I had +relaxed my hold for a moment, I should have fallen. I +reached the lower door. Outside this door a spade was placed +against the wall; I took it, and advanced towards the +thicket. I had provided myself with a dark lantern. In the +middle of the lawn I stopped to light it, then I continued +my path. + +"It was the end of November, all the verdure of the garden +had disappeared, the trees were nothing more than skeletons +with their long bony arms, and the dead leaves sounded on +the gravel under my feet. My terror overcame me to such a +degree as I approached the thicket, that I took a pistol +from my pocket and armed myself. I fancied continually that +I saw the figure of the Corsican between the branches. I +examined the thicket with my dark lantern; it was empty. I +looked carefully around; I was indeed alone, -- no noise +disturbed the silence but the owl, whose piercing cry seemed +to be calling up the phantoms of the night. I tied my +lantern to a forked branch I had noticed a year before at +the precise spot where I stopped to dig the hole. + +"The grass had grown very thickly there during the summer, +and when autumn arrived no one had been there to mow it. +Still one place where the grass was thin attracted my +attention; it evidently was there I had turned up the +ground. I went to work. The hour, then, for which I had been +waiting during the last year had at length arrived. How I +worked, how I hoped, how I struck every piece of turf, +thinking to find some resistance to my spade! But no, I +found nothing, though I had made a hole twice as large as +the first. I thought I had been deceived -- had mistaken the +spot. I turned around, I looked at the trees, I tried to +recall the details which had struck me at the time. A cold, +sharp wind whistled through the leafless branches, and yet +the drops fell from my forehead. I recollected that I was +stabbed just as I was trampling the ground to fill up the +hole; while doing so I had leaned against a laburnum; behind +me was an artificial rockery, intended to serve as a +resting-place for persons walking in the garden; in falling, +my hand, relaxing its hold of the laburnum, felt the +coldness of the stone. On my right I saw the tree, behind me +the rock. I stood in the same attitude, and threw myself +down. I rose, and again began digging and enlarging the +hole; still I found nothing, nothing -- the chest was no +longer there!" + +"The chest no longer there?" murmured Madame Danglars, +choking with fear. + +Think not I contented myself with this one effort," +continued Villefort. "No; I searched the whole thicket. I +thought the assassin, having discovered the chest, and +supposing it to be a treasure, had intended carrying it off, +but, perceiving his error, had dug another hole, and +deposited it there; but I could find nothing. Then the idea +struck me that he had not taken these precautions, and had +simply thrown it in a corner. In the last case I must wait +for daylight to renew my search. I remained the room and +waited." + +"Oh, heavens!" + +When daylight dawned I went down again. My first visit was +to the thicket. I hoped to find some traces which had +escaped me in the darkness. I had turned up the earth over a +surface of more than twenty feet square, and a depth of two +feet. A laborer would not have done in a day what occupied +me an hour. But I could find nothing -- absolutely nothing. +Then I renewed the search. Supposing it had been thrown +aside, it would probably be on the path which led to the +little gate; but this examination was as useless as the +first, and with a bursting heart I returned to the thicket, +which now contained no hope for me." + +"Oh," cried Madame Danglars, "it was enough to drive you +mad!" + +"I hoped for a moment that it might," said Villefort; "but +that happiness was denied me. However, recovering my +strength and my ideas, `Why,' said I, `should that man have +carried away the corpse?'" + +"But you said," replied Madame Danglars, "he would require +it as a proof." + +"Ah, no, madame, that could not be. Dead bodies are not kept +a year; they are shown to a magistrate, and the evidence is +taken. Now, nothing of the kind has happened." + +"What then?" asked Hermine, trembling violently. + +"Something more terrible, more fatal, more alarming for us +-- the child was, perhaps, alive, and the assassin may have +saved it!" + +Madame Danglars uttered a piercing cry, and, seizing +Villefort's hands, exclaimed, "My child was alive?" said +she; "you buried my child alive? You were not certain my +child was dead, and you buried it? Ah" -- + +Madame Danglars had risen, and stood before the procureur, +whose hands she wrung in her feeble grasp. "I know not; I +merely suppose so, as I might suppose anything else," +replied Villefort with a look so fixed, it indicated that +his powerful mind was on the verge of despair and madness. +"Ah, my child, my poor child!" cried the baroness, falling +on her chair, and stifling her sobs in her handkerchief. +Villefort, becoming somewhat reassured, perceived that to +avert the maternal storm gathering over his head, he must +inspire Madame Danglars with the terror he felt. "You +understand, then, that if it were so," said he, rising in +his turn, and approaching the baroness, to speak to her in a +lower tone, "we are lost. This child lives, and some one +knows it lives -- some one is in possession of our secret; +and since Monte Cristo speaks before us of a child +disinterred, when that child could not be found, it is he +who is in possession of our secret." + +"Just God, avenging God!" murmured Madame Danglars. + +Villefort's only answer was a stifled groan. + +"But the child -- the child, sir?" repeated the agitated +mother. + +"How I have searched for him," replied Villefort, wringing +his hands; "how I have called him in my long sleepless +nights; how I have longed for royal wealth to purchase a +million of secrets from a million of men, and to find mine +among them! At last, one day, when for the hundredth time I +took up my spade, I asked myself again and again what the +Corsican could have done with the child. A child encumbers a +fugitive; perhaps, on perceiving it was still alive, he had +thrown it into the river." + +"Impossible!" cried Madame Danglars: "a man may murder +another out of revenge, but he would not deliberately drown +a child." + +"Perhaps," continued Villefort, "he had put it in the +foundling hospital." + +"Oh, yes, yes," cried the baroness; "my child is there!" + +"I ran to the hospital, and learned that the same night -- +the night of the 20th of September -- a child had been +brought there, wrapped in part of a fine linen napkin, +purposely torn in half. This portion of the napkin was +marked with half a baron's crown, and the letter H." + +"Truly, truly," said Madame Danglars, "all my linen is +marked thus; Monsieur de Nargonne was a baronet, and my name +is Hermine. Thank God, my child was not then dead!" + +"No, it was not dead." + +"And you can tell me so without fearing to make me die of +joy? Where is the child?" Villefort shrugged his shoulders. +"Do I know?" said he; "and do you believe that if I knew I +would relate to you all its trials and all its adventures as +would a dramatist or a novel writer? Alas, no, I know not. A +woman, about six months after, came to claim it with the +other half of the napkin. This woman gave all the requisite +particulars, and it was intrusted to her." + +"But you should have inquired for the woman; you should have +traced her." + +"And what do you think I did? I feigned a criminal process, +and employed all the most acute bloodhounds and skilful +agents in search of her. They traced her to Chalons, and +there they lost her." + +"They lost her?" + +"Yes, forever." Madame Danglars had listened to this recital +with a sigh, a tear, or a shriek for every detail. "And this +is all?" said she; "and you stopped there?" + +"Oh, no," said Villefort; "I never ceased to search and to +inquire. However, the last two or three years I had allowed +myself some respite. But now I will begin with more +perseverance and fury than ever, since fear urges me, not my +conscience." + +"But," replied Madame Danglars, "the Count of Monte Cristo +can know nothing, or he would not seek our society as he +does." + +"Oh, the wickedness of man is very great," said Villefort, +"since it surpasses the goodness of God. Did you observe +that man's eyes while he was speaking to us?" + +"No." + +"But have you ever watched him carefully?" + +"Doubtless he is capricious, but that is all; one thing +alone struck me, -- of all the exquisite things he placed +before us, he touched nothing. I might have suspected he was +poisoning us." + +"And you see you would have been deceived." + +"Yes, doubtless." + +"But believe me, that man has other projects. For that +reason I wished to see you, to speak to you, to warn you +against every one, but especially against him. Tell me," +cried Villefort, fixing his eyes more steadfastly on her +than he had ever done before, "did you ever reveal to any +one our connection?" + +"Never, to any one." + +"You understand me," replied Villefort, affectionately; +"when I say any one, -- pardon my urgency, -- to any one +living I mean?" + +"Yes, yes, I understand very well," ejaculated the baroness; +"never, I swear to you." + +"Were you ever in the habit of writing in the evening what +had transpired in the morning? Do you keep a journal?" + +"No, my life has been passed in frivolity; I wish to forget +it myself." + +"Do you talk in your sleep?" + +"I sleep soundly, like a child; do you not remember?" The +color mounted to the baroness's face, and Villefort turned +awfully pale. + +"It is true," said he, in so low a tone that he could hardly +be heard. + +"Well?" said the baroness. + +"Well, I understand what I now have to do," replied +Villefort. "In less than one week from this time I will +ascertain who this M. de Monte Cristo is, whence he comes, +where he goes, and why he speaks in our presence of children +that have been disinterred in a garden." Villefort +pronounced these words with an accent which would have made +the count shudder had he heard him. Then he pressed the hand +the baroness reluctantly gave him, and led her respectfully +back to the door. Madame Danglars returned in another cab to +the passage, on the other side of which she found her +carriage, and her coachman sleeping peacefully on his box +while waiting for her. + + + +Chapter 68 +A Summer Ball. + +The same day during the interview between Madame Danglars +and the procureur, a travelling-carriage entered the Rue du +Helder, passed through the gateway of No. 27, and stopped in +the yard. In a moment the door was opened, and Madame de +Morcerf alighted, leaning on her son's arm. Albert soon left +her, ordered his horses, and having arranged his toilet, +drove to the Champs Elysees, to the house of Monte Cristo. +The count received him with his habitual smile. It was a +strange thing that no one ever appeared to advance a step in +that man's favor. Those who would, as it were, force a +passage to his heart, found an impassable barrier. Morcerf, +who ran towards him with open arms, was chilled as he drew +near, in spite of the friendly smile, and simply held out +his hand. Monte Cristo shook it coldly, according to his +invariable practice. "Here I am, dear count." + +"Welcome home again." + +"I arrived an hour since." + +"From Dieppe?" + +"No, from Treport." + +"Indeed?" + +"And I have come at once to see you." + +"That is extremely kind of you," said Monte Cristo with a +tone of perfect indifference. + +"And what is the news?" + +"You should not ask a stranger, a foreigner, for news." + +"I know it, but in asking for news, I mean, have you done +anything for me?" + +"Had you commissioned me?" said Monte Cristo, feigning +uneasiness. + +"Come, come," said Albert, "do not assume so much +indifference. It is said, sympathy travels rapidly, and when +at Treport, I felt the electric shock; you have either been +working for me or thinking of me." + +"Possibly," said Monte Cristo, "I have indeed thought of +you, but the magnetic wire I was guiding acted, indeed, +without my knowledge." + +"Indeed? Pray tell me how it happened?" + +"Willingly. M. Danglars dined with me." + +"I know it; to avoid meeting him, my mother and I left +town." + +"But he met here M. Andrea Cavalcanti." + +"Your Italian prince?" + +"Not so fast; M. Andrea only calls himself count." + +"Calls himself, do you say?" + +"Yes, calls himself." + +"Is he not a count?" + +"What can I know of him? He calls himself so. I, of course, +give him the same title, and every one else does likewise." + +"What a strange man you are! What next? You say M. Danglars +dined here?" + +"Yes, with Count Cavalcanti, the marquis his father, Madame +Danglars, M. and Madame de Villefort, -- charming people, -- +M. Debray, Maximilian Morrel, and M. de Chateau-Renaud." + +"Did they speak of me?" + +"Not a word." + +"So much the worse." + +"Why so? I thought you wished them to forget you?" + +"If they did not speak of me, I am sure they thought about +me, and I am in despair." + +"How will that affect you, since Mademoiselle Danglars was +not among the number here who thought of you? Truly, she +might have thought of you at home." + +"I have no fear of that; or, if she did, it was only in the +same way in which I think of her." + +"Touching sympathy! So you hate each other?" said the count. + +"Listen," said Morcerf -- "if Mademoiselle Danglars were +disposed to take pity on my supposed martyrdom on her +account, and would dispense with all matrimonial formalities +between our two families, I am ready to agree to the +arrangement. In a word, Mademoiselle Danglars would make a +charming mistress -- but a wife -- diable!" + +"And this," said Monte Cristo, "is your opinion of your +intended spouse?" + +"Yes; it is rather unkind, I acknowledge, but it is true. +But as this dream cannot be realized, since Mademoiselle +Danglars must become my lawful wife, live perpetually with +me, sing to me, compose verses and music within ten paces of +me, and that for my whole life, it frightens me. One may +forsake a mistress, but a wife, -- good heavens! There she +must always be; and to marry Mademoiselle Danglars would be +awful." + +"You are difficult to please, viscount." + +"Yes, for I often wish for what is impossible." + +"What is that?" + +"To find such a wife as my father found." Monte Cristo +turned pale, and looked at Albert, while playing with some +magnificent pistols. + +"Your father was fortunate, then?" said he. + +"You know my opinion of my mother, count; look at her, -- +still beautiful, witty, more charming than ever. For any +other son to have stayed with his mother for four days at +Treport, it would have been a condescension or a martyrdom, +while I return, more contented, more peaceful -- shall I say +more poetic! -- than if I had taken Queen Mab or Titania as +my companion." + +"That is an overwhelming demonstration, and you would make +every one vow to live a single life." + +"Such are my reasons for not liking to marry Mademoiselle +Danglars. Have you ever noticed how much a thing is +heightened in value when we obtain possession of it? The +diamond which glittered in the window at Marle's or Fossin's +shines with more splendor when it is our own; but if we are +compelled to acknowledge the superiority of another, and +still must retain the one that is inferior, do you not know +what we have to endure?" + +"Worldling," murmured the count. + +"Thus I shall rejoice when Mademoiselle Eugenie perceives I +am but a pitiful atom, with scarcely as many hundred +thousand francs as she has millions." Monte Cristo smiled. +"One plan occurred to me," continued Albert; "Franz likes +all that is eccentric; I tried to make him fall in love with +Mademoiselle Danglars; but in spite of four letters, written +in the most alluring style, he invariably answered: `My +eccentricity may be great, but it will not make me break my +promise.'" + +"That is what I call devoted friendship, to recommend to +another one whom you would not marry yourself." Albert +smiled. -- "Apropos," continued he, "Franz is coming soon, +but it will not interest you; you dislike him, I think?" + +"I?" said Monte Cristo; "my dear Viscount, how have you +discovered that I did not like M. Franz! I like every one." + +"And you include me in the expression every one -- many +thanks!" + +"Let us not mistake," said Monte Cristo; "I love every one +as God commands us to love our neighbor, as Christians; but +I thoroughly hate but a few. Let us return to M. Franz +d'Epinay. Did you say he was coming?" + +"Yes; summoned by M. de Villefort, who is apparently as +anxious to get Mademoiselle Valentine married as M. Danglars +is to see Mademoiselle Eugenie settled. It must be a very +irksome office to be the father of a grown-up daughter; it +seems to make one feverish, and to raise one's pulse to +ninety beats a minute until the deed is done." + +"But M. d'Epinay, unlike you, bears his misfortune +patiently." + +"Still more, he talks seriously about the matter, puts on a +white tie, and speaks of his family. He entertains a very +high opinion of M. and Madame de Villefort." + +"Which they deserve, do they not?" + +"I believe they do. M. de Villefort has always passed for a +severe but a just man." + +"There is, then, one," said Monte Cristo, "whom you do not +condemn like poor Danglars?" + +"Because I am not compelled to marry his daughter perhaps," +replied Albert, laughing. + +"Indeed, my dear sir," said Monte Cristo, "you are +revoltingly foppish." + +"I foppish? how do you mean?" + +"Yes; pray take a cigar, and cease to defend yourself, and +to struggle to escape marrying Mademoiselle Danglars. Let +things take their course; perhaps you may not have to +retract." + +"Bah," said Albert, staring. + +"Doubtless, my dear viscount, you will not be taken by +force; and seriously, do you wish to break off your +engagement?" + +"I would give a hundred thousand francs to be able to do +so." + +"Then make yourself quite easy. M. Danglars would give +double that sum to attain the same end." + +"Am I, indeed, so happy?" said Albert, who still could not +prevent an almost imperceptible cloud passing across his +brow. "But, my dear count, has M. Danglars any reason?" + +"Ah, there is your proud and selfish nature. You would +expose the self-love of another with a hatchet, but you +shrink if your own is attacked with a needle." + +"But yet M. Danglars appeared" -- + +"Delighted with you, was he not? Well, he is a man of bad +taste, and is still more enchanted with another. I know not +whom; look and judge for yourself." + +"Thank you, I understand. But my mother -- no, not my +mother; I mistake -- my father intends giving a ball." + +"A ball at this season?" + +"Summer balls are fashionable." + +"If they were not, the countess has only to wish it, and +they would become so." + +"You are right; You know they are select affairs; those who +remain in Paris in July must be true Parisians. Will you +take charge of our invitation to Messieurs Cavalcanti?" + +"When will it take place?" + +"On Saturday." + +"M. Cavalcanti's father will be gone." + +"But the son will be here; will you invite young M. +Cavalcanti?" + +"I do not know him, viscount." + +"You do not know him?" + +"No, I never saw him until a few days since, and am not +responsible for him." + +"But you receive him at your house?" + +"That is another thing: he was recommended to me by a good +abbe, who may be deceived. Give him a direct invitation, but +do not ask me to present him. If he were afterwards to marry +Mademoiselle Danglars, you would accuse me of intrigue, and +would be challenging me, -- besides, I may not be there +myself." + +"Where?" + +"At your ball." + +"Why should you not be there?" + +"Because you have not yet invited me." + +"But I come expressly for that purpose." + +"You are very kind, but I may be prevented." + +"If I tell you one thing, you will be so amiable as to set +aside all impediments." + +"Tell me what it is." + +"My mother begs you to come." + +"The Comtesse de Morcerf?" said Monte Cristo, starting. + +"Ah, count," said Albert, "I assure you Madame de Morcerf +speaks freely to me, and if you have not felt those +sympathetic fibres of which I spoke just now thrill within +you, you must be entirely devoid of them, for during the +last four days we have spoken of no one else." + +"You have talked of me?" + +"Yes, that is the penalty of being a living puzzle!" + +"Then I am also a puzzle to your mother? I should have +thought her too reasonable to be led by imagination." + +"A problem, my dear count, for every one -- for my mother as +well as others; much studied, but not solved, you still +remain an enigma, do not fear. My mother is only astonished +that you remain so long unsolved. I believe, while the +Countess G---- takes you for Lord Ruthven, my mother +imagines you to be Cagliostro or the Count Saint-Germain. +The first opportunity you have, confirm her in her opinion; +it will be easy for you, as you have the philosophy of the +one and the wit of the other." + +"I thank you for the warning," said the count; "I shall +endeavor to be prepared for all suppositions." + +"You will, then, come on Saturday?" + +"Yes, since Madame de Morcerf invites me." + +"You are very kind." + +"Will M. Danglars be there?" + +"He has already been invited by my father. We shall try to +persuade the great d'Aguesseau,* M. de Villefort, to come, +but have not much hope of seeing him." + +"`Never despair of anything,' says the proverb." + +* Magistrate and orator of great eloquence -- chancellor of +France under Louis XV. + +"Do you dance, count?" + +"I dance?" + +"Yes, you; it would not be astonishing." + +"That is very well before one is over forty. No, I do not +dance, but I like to see others do so. Does Madame de +Morcerf dance?" + +"Never; you can talk to her, she so delights in your +conversation." + +"Indeed?" + +"Yes, truly; and I assure you. You are the only man of whom +I have heard her speak with interest." Albert rose and took +his hat; the count conducted him to the door. "I have one +thing to reproach myself with," said he, stopping Albert on +the steps. "What is it?" + +"I have spoken to you indiscreetly about Danglars." + +"On the contrary, speak to me always in the same strain +about him." + +"I am glad to be reassured on that point. Apropos, when do +you aspect M. d'Epinay?" + +"Five or six days hence at the latest." + +"And when is he to be married?" + +"Immediately on the arrival of M. and Madame de +Saint-Meran." + +"Bring him to see me. Although you say I do not like him, I +assure you I shall be happy to see him." + +"I will obey your orders, my lord." + +"Good-by." + +"Until Saturday, when I may expect you, may I not?" + +"Yes, I promised you." The Count watched Albert, waving his +hand to him. When he had mounted his phaeton, Monte Cristo +turned, and seeing Bertuccio, "What news?" said he. "She +went to the Palais," replied the steward. + +"Did she stay long there?" + +"An hour and a half." + +"Did she return home?" + +"Directly." + +"Well, my dear Bertuccio," said the count, "I now advise you +to go in quest of the little estate I spoke to you of in +Normandy." Bertuccio bowed, and as his wishes were in +perfect harmony with the order he had received, he started +the same evening. + + + +Chapter 69 +The Inquiry. + +M. de Villefort kept the promise he had made to Madame +Danglars, to endeavor to find out how the Count of Monte +Cristo had discovered the history of the house at Auteuil. +He wrote the same day for the required information to M. de +Boville, who, from having been an inspector of prisons, was +promoted to a high office in the police; and the latter +begged for two days time to ascertain exactly who would be +most likely to give him full particulars. At the end of the +second day M. de Villefort received the following note: -- + +"The person called the Count of Monte Cristo is an intimate +acquaintance of Lord Wilmore, a rich foreigner, who is +sometimes seen in Paris and who is there at this moment; he +is also known to the Abbe Busoni, a Sicilian priest, of high +repute in the East, where he has done much good." + +M. de Villefort replied by ordering the strictest inquiries +to be made respecting these two persons; his orders were +executed, and the following evening he received these +details: -- + +"The abbe, who was in Paris only for a month, inhabited a +small two-storied house behind Saint-Sulpice; there were two +rooms on each floor and he was the only tenant. The two +lower rooms consisted of a dining-room, with a table, +chairs, and side-board of walnut, -- and a wainscoted +parlor, without ornaments, carpet, or timepiece. It was +evident that the abbe limited himself to objects of strict +necessity. He preferred to use the sitting-room upstairs, +which was more library than parlor, and was furnished with +theological books and parchments, in which he delighted to +bury himself for months at a time, according to his valet de +chambre. His valet looked at the visitors through a sort of +wicket; and if their faces were unknown to him or displeased +him, he replied that the abbe was not in Paris, an answer +which satisfied most persons, because the abbe was known to +be a great traveller. Besides, whether at home or not, +whether in Paris or Cairo, the abbe always left something to +give away, which the valet distributed through this wicket +in his master's name. The other room near the library was a +bedroom. A bed without curtains, four arm-chairs, and a +couch, covered with yellow Utrecht velvet, composed, with a +prie-Dieu, all its furniture. Lord Wilmore resided in Rue +Fontaine-Saint-George. He was one of those English tourists +who consume a large fortune in travelling. He hired the +apartment in which he lived furnished, passed only a few +hours in the day there, and rarely slept there. One of his +peculiarities was never to speak a word of French, which he +however wrote with great facility." + +The day after this important information had been given to +the king's attorney, a man alighted from a carriage at the +corner of the Rue Ferou, and rapping at an olive-green door, +asked if the Abbe Busoni were within. "No, he went out early +this morning," replied the valet. + +"I might not always be content with that answer," replied +the visitor, "for I come from one to whom everyone must be +at home. But have the kindness to give the Abbe Busoni" -- + +"I told you he was not at home," repeated the valet. "Then +on his return give him that card and this sealed paper. Will +he be at home at eight o'clock this evening?" + +"Doubtless, unless he is at work, which is the same as if he +were out." + +"I will come again at that time," replied the visitor, who +then retired. + +At the appointed hour the same man returned in the same +carriage, which, instead of stopping this time at the end of +the Rue Ferou, drove up to the green door. He knocked, and +it opened immediately to admit him. From the signs of +respect the valet paid him, he saw that his note had +produced a good effect. "Is the abbe at home?" asked he. + +"Yes; he is at work in his library, but he expects you, +sir," replied the valet. The stranger ascended a rough +staircase, and before a table, illumined by a lamp whose +light was concentrated by a large shade while the rest of +the apartment was in partial darkness, he perceived the abbe +in a monk's dress, with a cowl on his head such as was used +by learned men of the Middle Ages. "Have I the honor of +addressing the Abbe Busoni?" asked the visitor. + +"Yes, sir," replied the abbe; "and you are the person whom +M. de Boville, formerly an inspector of prisons, sends to me +from the prefect of police?" + +"Exactly, sir." + +"One of the agents appointed to secure the safety of Paris?" + +"Yes, sir"" replied the stranger with a slight hesitation, +and blushing. + +The abbe replaced the large spectacles, which covered not +only his eyes but his temples, and sitting down motioned to +his visitor to do the same. "I am at your service, sir," +said the abbe, with a marked Italian accent. + +"The mission with which I am charged, sir," replied the +visitor, speaking with hesitation, "is a confidential one on +the part of him who fulfils it, and him by whom he is +employed." The abbe bowed. "Your probity," replied the +stranger, "is so well known to the prefect that he wishes as +a magistrate to ascertain from you some particulars +connected with the public safety, to ascertain which I am +deputed to see you. It is hoped that no ties of friendship +or humane consideration will induce you to conceal the +truth." + +"Provided, sir, the particulars you wish for do not +interfere with my scruples or my conscience. I am a priest, +sir, and the secrets of confession, for instance, must +remain between me and God, and not between me and human +justice." + +"Do not alarm yourself, monsieur, we will duly respect your +conscience." + +At this moment the abbe pressed down his side of the shade +and so raised it on the other, throwing a bright light on +the stranger's face, while his own remained obscured. +"Excuse me, abbe," said the envoy of the prefect of the +police, "but the light tries my eyes very much." The abbe +lowered the shade. "Now, sir, I am listening -- go on." + +"I will come at once to the point. Do you know the Count of +Monte Cristo?" + +"You mean Monsieur Zaccone, I presume?" + +"Zaccone? -- is not his name Monte Cristo?" + +"Monte Cristo is the name of an estate, or, rather, of a +rock, and not a family name." + +"Well, be it so -- let us not dispute about words; and since +M. de Monte Cristo and M. Zaccone are the same" -- + +"Absolutely the same." + +"Let us speak of M. Zaccone." + +"Agreed." + +"I asked you if you knew him?" + +"Extremely well." + +"Who is he?" + +"The son of a rich shipbuilder in Malta." + +"I know that is the report; but, as you are aware, the +police does not content itself with vague reports." + +"However," replied the abbe, with an affable smile, "when +that report is in accordance with the truth, everybody must +believe it, the police as well as all the rest." + +"Are you sure of what you assert?" + +"What do you mean by that question?" + +"Understand, sir, I do not in the least suspect your +veracity; I ask if you are certain of it?" + +"I knew his father, M. Zaccone." + +"Ah, indeed?" + +"And when a child I often played with the son in the +timber-yards." + +"But whence does he derive the title of count?" + +"You are aware that may be bought." + +"In Italy?" + +"Everywhere." + +"And his immense riches, whence does he procure them?" + +"They may not be so very great." + +"How much do you suppose he possesses?" + +"From one hundred and fifty to two hundred thousand livres +per annum." + +"That is reasonable," said the visitor; "I have heard he had +three or four millions." + +"Two hundred thousand per annum would make four millions of +capital." + +"But I was told he had four millions per annum?" + +"That is not probable." + +"Do you know this Island of Monte Cristo?" + +"Certainly, every one who has come from Palermo, Naples, or +Rome to France by sea must know it, since he has passed +close to it and must have seen it." + +"I am told it is a delightful place?" + +"It is a rock." + +"And why has the count bought a rock?" + +"For the sake of being a count. In Italy one must have +territorial possessions to be a count." + +"You have, doubtless, heard the adventures of M. Zaccone's +youth?" + +"The father's?" + +"No, the son's." + +"I know nothing certain; at that period of his life, I lost +sight of my young comrade." + +"Was he in the wars?" + +"I think he entered the service." + +"In what branch?" + +"In the navy." + +"Are you not his confessor?" + +"No, sir; I believe he is a Lutheran." + +"A Lutheran?" + +"I say, I believe such is the case, I do not affirm it; +besides, liberty of conscience is established in France." + +"Doubtless, and we are not now inquiring into his creed, but +his actions; in the name of the prefect of police, I ask you +what you know of him. + +"He passes for a very charitable man. Our holy father, the +pope, has made him a knight of Jesus Christ for the services +he rendered to the Christians in the East; he has five or +six rings as testimonials from Eastern monarchs of his +services." + +"Does he wear them?" + +"No, but he is proud of them; he is better pleased with +rewards given to the benefactors of man than to his +destroyers." + +"He is a Quaker then?" + +"Exactly, he is a Quaker, with the exception of the peculiar +dress." + +"Has he any friends?" + +"Yes, every one who knows him is his friend." + +"But has he any enemies?" + +"One only." + +"What is his name?" + +"Lord Wilmore." + +"Where is he?" + +"He is in Paris just now." + +"Can he give me any particulars?" + +"Important ones; he was in India with Zaccone." + +"Do you know his abode?" + +"It's somewhere in the Chaussee d'Antin; but I know neither +the street nor the number." + +"Are you at variance with the Englishman?" + +"I love Zaccone, and he hates him; we are consequently not +friends." + +"Do you think the Count of Monte Cristo had ever been in +France before he made this visit to Paris?" + +"To that question I can answer positively; no, sir, he had +not, because he applied to me six months ago for the +particulars he required, and as I did not know when I might +again come to Paris, I recommended M. Cavalcanti to him." + +"Andrea?" + +"No, Bartolomeo, his father." + +"Now, sir, I have but one question more to ask, and I charge +you, in the name of honor, of humanity, and of religion, to +answer me candidly." + +"What is it, sir?" + +"Do you know with what design M. de Monte Cristo purchased a +house at Auteuil?" + +"Certainly, for he told me." + +"What is it, sir?" + +"To make a lunatic asylum of it, similar to that founded by +the Count of Pisani at Palermo. Do you know about that +institution?" + +"I have heard of it." + +"It is a magnificent charity." Having said this, the abbe +bowed to imply he wished to pursue his studies. The visitor +either understood the abbe's meaning, or had no more +questions to ask; he arose, and the abbe accompanied him to +the door. "You are a great almsgiver," said the visitor, +"and although you are said to be rich, I will venture to +offer you something for your poor people; will you accept my +offering?" + +"I thank you, sir; I am only jealous in one thing, and that +is that the relief I give should be entirely from my own +resources." + +"However" -- + +"My resolution, sir, is unchangeable, but you have only to +search for yourself and you will find, alas, but too many +objects upon whom to exercise your benevolence." The abbe +once more bowed as he opened the door, the stranger bowed +and took his leave, and the carriage conveyed him straight +to the house of M. de Villefort. An hour afterwards the +carriage was again ordered, and this time it went to the Rue +Fontaine-Saint-George, and stopped at No. 5, where Lord +Wilmore lived. The stranger had written to Lord Wilmore, +requesting an interview, which the latter had fixed for ten +o'clock. As the envoy of the prefect of police arrived ten +minutes before ten, he was told that Lord Wilmore, who was +precision and punctuality personified, was not yet come in, +but that he would be sure to return as the clock struck. + +The visitor was introduced into the drawing-room, which was +like all other furnished drawing-rooms. A mantle-piece, with +two modern Sevres vases, a timepiece representing Cupid with +his bent bow, a mirror with an engraving on each side -- one +representing Homer carrying his guide, the other, Belisarius +begging -- a grayish paper; red and black tapestry -- such +was the appearance of Lord Wilmore's drawing-room. It was +illuminated by lamps with ground-glass shades which gave +only a feeble light, as if out of consideration for the +envoy's weak sight. After ten minutes' expectation the clock +struck ten; at the fifth stroke the door opened and Lord +Wilmore appeared. He was rather above the middle height, +with thin reddish whiskers, light complexion and light hair, +turning rather gray. He was dressed with all the English +peculiarity, namely, in a blue coat, with gilt buttons and +high collar, in the fashion of 1811, a white kerseymere +waistcoat, and nankeen pantaloons, three inches too short, +but which were prevented by straps from slipping up to the +knee. His first remark on entering was, -- "You know, sir, I +do not speak French?" + +"I know you do not like to converse in our language," +replied the envoy. "But you may use it," replied Lord +Wilmore; "I understand it." + +"And I," replied the visitor, changing his idiom, "know +enough of English to keep up the conversation. Do not put +yourself to the slightest inconvenience." + +"Aw?" said Lord Wilmore, with that tone which is only known +to natives of Great Britain. + +The envoy presented his letter of introduction, which the +latter read with English coolness, and having finished, -- +"I understand," said he, "perfectly." + +Then began the questions, which were similar to those which +had been addressed to the Abbe Busoni. But as Lord Wilmore, +in the character of the count's enemy, was less restrained +in his answers, they were more numerous; he described the +youth of Monte Cristo, who he said, at ten years of age, +entered the service of one of the petty sovereigns of India +who make war on the English. It was there Wilmore had first +met him and fought against him; and in that war Zaccone had +been taken prisoner, sent to England, and consigned to the +hulks, whence he had escaped by swimming. Then began his +travels, his duels, his caprices; then the insurrection in +Greece broke out, and he had served in the Grecian ranks. +While in that service he had discovered a silver mine in the +mountains of Thessaly, but he had been careful to conceal it +from every one. After the battle of Navarino, when the Greek +government was consolidated, he asked of King Otho a mining +grant for that district, which was given him. Hence that +immense fortune, which, in Lord Wilmore's opinion, possibly +amounted to one or two millions per annum, -- a precarious +fortune, which might be momentarily lost by the failure of +the mine. + +"But," asked the visitor, "do you know why he came to +France?" + +"He is speculating in railways," said Lord Wilmore, "and as +he is an expert chemist and physicist, he has invented a new +system of telegraphy, which he is seeking to bring to +perfection." + +"How much does he spend yearly?" asked the prefect. + +"Not more than five or six hundred thousand francs," said +Lord Wilmore; "he is a miser." Hatred evidently inspired the +Englishman, who, knowing no other reproach to bring on the +count, accused him of avarice. "Do you know his house at +Auteuil?" + +"Certainly." + +"What do you know respecting it?" + +"Do you wish to know why he bought it?" + +"Yes." + +"The count is a speculator, who will certainly ruin himself +in experiments. He supposes there is in the neighborhood of +the house he has bought a mineral spring equal to those at +Bagneres, Luchon, and Cauterets. He is going to turn his +house into a Badhaus, as the Germans term it. He has already +dug up all the garden two or three times to find the famous +spring, and, being unsuccessful, he will soon purchase all +the contiguous houses. Now, as I dislike him, and hope his +railway, his electric telegraph, or his search for baths, +will ruin him, I am watching for his discomfiture, which +must soon take place." + +"What was the cause of your quarrel?" + +"When he was in England he seduced the wife of one of my +friends." + +"Why do you not seek revenge?" + +"I have already fought three duels with him," said the +Englishman, "the first with the pistol, the second with the +sword, and the third with the sabre." + +"And what was the result of those duels?" + +"The first time, he broke my arm; the second, he wounded me +in the breast; and the third time, made this large wound." +The Englishman turned down his shirt-collar, and showed a +scar, whose redness proved it to be a recent one. "So that, +you see, there is a deadly feud between us." + +"But," said the envoy, "you do not go about it in the right +way to kill him, if I understand you correctly." + +"Aw?" said the Englishman, "I practice shooting every day, +and every other day Grisier comes to my house." + +This was all the visitor wished to ascertain, or, rather, +all the Englishman appeared to know. The agent arose, and +having bowed to Lord Wilmore, who returned his salutation +with the stiff politeness of the English, he retired. Lord +Wilmore, having heard the door close after him, returned to +his bedroom, where with one hand he pulled off his light +hair, his red whiskers, his false jaw, and his wound, to +resume the black hair, dark complexion, and pearly teeth of +the Count of Monte Cristo. It was M. de Villefort, and not +the prefect, who returned to the house of M. de Villefort. +The procureur felt more at ease, although he had learned +nothing really satisfactory, and, for the first time since +the dinner-party at Auteuil, he slept soundly. + + + +Chapter 70 +The Ball. + +It was in the warmest days of July, when in due course of +time the Saturday arrived upon which the ball was to take +place at M. de Morcerf's. It was ten o'clock at night; the +branches of the great trees in the garden of the count's +house stood out boldly against the azure canopy of heaven, +which was studded with golden stars, but where the last +fleeting clouds of a vanishing storm yet lingered. From the +apartments on the ground-floor might be heard the sound of +music, with the whirl of the waltz and galop, while +brilliant streams of light shone through the openings of the +Venetian blinds. At this moment the garden was only occupied +by about ten servants, who had just received orders from +their mistress to prepare the supper, the serenity of the +weather continuing to increase. Until now, it had been +undecided whether the supper should take place in the +dining-room, or under a long tent erected on the lawn, but +the beautiful blue sky, studded with stars, had settled the +question in favor of the lawn. The gardens were illuminated +with colored lanterns, according to the Italian custom, and, +as is usual in countries where the luxuries of the table -- +the rarest of all luxuries in their complete form -- are +well understood, the supper-table was loaded with wax-lights +and flowers. + +At the time the Countess of Morcerf returned to the rooms, +after giving her orders, many guests were arriving, more +attracted by the charming hospitality of the countess than +by the distinguished position of the count; for, owing to +the good taste of Mercedes, one was sure of finding some +devices at her entertainment worthy of describing, or even +copying in case of need. Madame Danglars, in whom the events +we have related had caused deep anxiety, had hesitated about +going to Madame de Morcerf's, when during the morning her +carriage happened to meet that of Villefort. The latter made +a sign, and when the carriages had drawn close together, +said, -- "You are going to Madame de Morcerf's, are you +not?" + +"No," replied Madame Danglars, "I am too ill." + +"You are wrong," replied Villefort, significantly; "it is +important that you should be seen there." + +"Do you think so?" asked the baroness. + +"I do." + +"In that case I will go." And the two carriages passed on +towards their different destinations. Madame Danglars +therefore came, not only beautiful in person, but radiant +with splendor; she entered by one door at the time when +Mercedes appeared at the door. The countess took Albert to +meet Madame Danglars. He approached, paid her some well +merited compliments on her toilet, and offered his arm to +conduct her to a seat. Albert looked around him. "You are +looking for my daughter?" said the baroness, smiling. + +"I confess it," replied Albert. "Could you have been so +cruel as not to bring her?" + +"Calm yourself. She has met Mademoiselle de Villefort, and +has taken her arm; see, they are following us, both in white +dresses, one with a bouquet of camellias, the other with one +of myosotis. But tell me" -- + +"Well, what do you wish to know?" + +"Will not the Count of Monte Cristo be here to-night?" + +"Seventeen!" replied Albert. + +"What do you mean?" + +"I only mean that the count seems the rage," replied the +viscount, smiling, "and that you are the seventeenth person +that has asked me the same question. The count is in +fashion; I congratulate him upon it." + +"And have you replied to every one as you have to me?" + +"Ah, to be sure, I have not answered you; be satisfied, we +shall have this `lion;' we are among the privileged ones." + +"Were you at the opera yesterday?" + +"No." + +"He was there." + +"Ah, indeed? And did the eccentric person commit any new +originality?" + +"Can he be seen without doing so? Elssler was dancing in the +`Diable Boiteux;' the Greek princess was in ecstasies. After +the cachucha he placed a magnificent ring on the stem of a +bouquet, and threw it to the charming danseuse, who, in the +third act, to do honor to the gift, reappeared with it on +her finger. And the Greek princess, -- will she be here?" + +"No, you will be deprived of that pleasure; her position in +the count's establishment is not sufficiently understood." + +"Wait; leave me here, and go and speak to Madame de +Villefort, who is trying to attract your attention." + +Albert bowed to Madame Danglars, and advanced towards Madame +de Villefort, whose lips opened as he approached. "I wager +anything," said Albert, interrupting her, "that I know what +you were about to say." + +"Well, what is it?" + +"If I guess rightly, will you confess it?" + +"Yes." + +"On your honor?" + +"On my honor." + +"You were going to ask me if the Count of Monte Cristo had +arrived, or was expected." + +"Not at all. It is not of him that I am now thinking. I was +going to ask you if you had received any news of Monsieur +Franz." + +"Yes, -- yesterday." + +"What did he tell you?" + +"That he was leaving at the same time as his letter." + +"Well, now then, the count?" + +"The count will come, of that you may be satisfied." + +"You know that he has another name besides Monte Cristo?" + +"No, I did not know it." + +"Monte Cristo in the name of an island, and he has a family +name." + +"I never heard it." + +"Well, then, I am better informed than you; his name is +Zaccone." + +"It is possible." + +"He is a Maltese." + +"That is also possible. + +"The son of a shipowner." + +"Really, you should relate all this aloud, you would have +the greatest success." + +"He served in India, discovered a mine in Thessaly, and +comes to Paris to establish a mineral water-cure at +Auteuil." + +"Well, I'm sure," said Morcerf, "this is indeed news! Am I +allowed to repeat it?" + +"Yes, but cautiously, tell one thing at a time, and do not +say I told you." + +"Why so?" + +"Because it is a secret just discovered." + +"By whom?" + +"The police." + +"Then the news originated" -- + +"At the prefect's last night. Paris, you can understand, is +astonished at the sight of such unusual splendor, and the +police have made inquiries." + +"Well, well! Nothing more is wanting than to arrest the +count as a vagabond, on the pretext of his being too rich." + +"Indeed, that doubtless would have happened if his +credentials had not been so favorable." + +"Poor count! And is he aware of the danger he has been in?" + +"I think not." + +"Then it will be but charitable to inform him. When he +arrives, I will not fail to do so." + +Just then, a handsome young man, with bright eyes, black +hair, and glossy mustache, respectfully bowed to Madame de +Villefort. Albert extended his hand. "Madame," said Albert, +"allow me to present to you M. Maximilian Morrel, captain of +Spahis, one of our best, and, above all, of our bravest +officers." + +"I have already had the pleasure of meeting this gentleman +at Auteuil, at the house of the Count of Monte Cristo," +replied Madame de Villefort, turning away with marked +coldness of manner. This answer, and especially the tone in +which it was uttered, chilled the heart of poor Morrel. But +a recompense was in store for him; turning around, he saw +near the door a beautiful fair face, whose large blue eyes +were, without any marked expression, fixed upon him, while +the bouquet of myosotis was gently raised to her lips. + +The salutation was so well understood that Morrel, with the +same expression in his eyes, placed his handkerchief to his +mouth; and these two living statues, whose hearts beat so +violently under their marble aspect, separated from each +other by the whole length of the room, forgot themselves for +a moment, or rather forgot the world in their mutual +contemplation. They might have remained much longer lost in +one another, without any one noticing their abstraction. The +Count of Monte Cristo had just entered. + +We have already said that there was something in the count +which attracted universal attention wherever he appeared. It +was not the coat, unexceptional in its cut, though simple +and unornamented; it was not the plain white waistcoat; it +was not the trousers, that displayed the foot so perfectly +formed -- it was none of these things that attracted the +attention, -- it was his pale complexion, his waving black +hair, his calm and serene expression, his dark and +melancholy eye, his mouth, chiselled with such marvellous +delicacy, which so easily expressed such high disdain, -- +these were what fixed the attention of all upon him. Many +men might have been handsomer, but certainly there could be +none whose appearance was more significant, if the +expression may be used. Everything about the count seemed to +have its meaning, for the constant habit of thought which he +had acquired had given an ease and vigor to the expression +of his face, and even to the most trifling gesture, scarcely +to be understood. Yet the Parisian world is so strange, that +even all this might not have won attention had there not +been connected with it a mysterious story gilded by an +immense fortune. + +Meanwhile he advanced through the assemblage of guests under +a battery of curious glances towards Madame de Morcerf, who, +standing before a mantle-piece ornamented with flowers, had +seen his entrance in a looking-glass placed opposite the +door, and was prepared to receive him. She turned towards +him with a serene smile just at the moment he was bowing to +her. No doubt she fancied the count would speak to her, +while on his side the count thought she was about to address +him; but both remained silent, and after a mere bow, Monte +Cristo directed his steps to Albert, who received him +cordially. "Have you seen my mother?" asked Albert. + +"I have just had the pleasure," replied the count; "but I +have not seen your father." + +"See, he is down there, talking politics with that little +group of great geniuses." + +"Indeed?" said Monte Cristo; "and so those gentlemen down +there are men of great talent. I should not have guessed it. +And for what kind of talent are they celebrated? You know +there are different sorts." + +"That tall, harsh-looking man is very learned, he +discovered, in the neighborhood of Rome, a kind of lizard +with a vertebra more than lizards usually have, and he +immediately laid his discovery before the Institute. The +thing was discussed for a long time, but finally decided in +his favor. I can assure you the vertebra made a great noise +in the learned world, and the gentleman, who was only a +knight of the Legion of Honor, was made an officer." + +"Come," said Monte Cristo, "this cross seems to me to be +wisely awarded. I suppose, had he found another additional +vertebra, they would have made him a commander." + +"Very likely," said Albert. + +"And who can that person be who has taken it into his head +to wrap himself up in a blue coat embroidered with green?" + +"Oh, that coat is not his own idea; it is the Republic's, +which deputed David* to devise a uniform for the +Academicians." + +* Louis David, a famous French painter. + +"Indeed?" said Monte Cristo; "so this gentleman is an +Academician?" + +"Within the last week he has been made one of the learned +assembly." + +"And what is his especial talent?" + +"His talent? I believe he thrusts pins through the heads of +rabbits, he makes fowls eat madder, and punches the spinal +marrow out of dogs with whalebone." + +"And he is made a member of the Academy of Sciences for +this?" + +"No; of the French Academy." + +"But what has the French Academy to do with all this?" + +"I was going to tell you. It seems" -- + +"That his experiments have very considerably advanced the +cause of science, doubtless?" + +"No; that his style of writing is very good." + +"This must be very flattering to the feelings of the rabbits +into whose heads he has thrust pins, to the fowls whose +bones he has dyed red, and to the dogs whose spinal marrow +he has punched out?" + +Albert laughed. + +"And the other one?" demanded the count. + +"That one?" + +"Yes, the third." + +"The one in the dark blue coat?" + +"Yes." + +"He is a colleague of the count, and one of the most active +opponents to the idea of providing the Chamber of Peers with +a uniform. He was very successful upon that question. He +stood badly with the Liberal papers, but his noble +opposition to the wishes of the court is now getting him +into favor with the journalists. They talk of making him an +ambassador." + +"And what are his claims to the peerage?" + +"He has composed two or three comic operas, written four or +five articles in the Siecle, and voted five or six years on +the ministerial side." + +"Bravo, Viscount," said Monte Cristo, smiling; "you are a +delightful cicerone. And now you will do me a favor, will +you not?" + +"What is it?" + +"Do not introduce me to any of these gentlemen; and should +they wish it, you will warn me." Just then the count felt +his arm pressed. He turned round; it was Danglars. + +"Ah, is it you, baron?" said he. + +"Why do you call me baron?" said Danglars; "you know that I +care nothing for my title. I am not like you, viscount; you +like your title, do you not?" + +"Certainly," replied Albert, "seeing that without my title I +should be nothing; while you, sacrificing the baron, would +still remain the millionaire." + +"Which seems to me the finest title under the royalty of +July," replied Danglars. + +"Unfortunately," said Monte Cristo, "one's title to a +millionaire does not last for life, like that of baron, peer +of France, or Academician; for example, the millionaires +Franck & Poulmann, of Frankfort, who have just become +bankrupts." + +"Indeed?" said Danglars, becoming pale. + +"Yes; I received the news this evening by a courier. I had +about a million in their hands, but, warned in time, I +withdrew it a month ago." + +"Ah, mon Dieu," exclaimed Danglars, "they have drawn on me +for 200,000 francs!" + +"Well, you can throw out the draft; their signature is worth +five per cent." + +"Yes, but it is too late," said Danglars, "I have honored +their bills." + +"Then," said Monte Cristo, "here are 200,000 francs gone +after" -- + +"Hush, do not mention these things," said Danglars; then, +approaching Monte Cristo, he added, "especially before young +M. Cavalcanti;" after which he smiled, and turned towards +the young man in question. Albert had left the count to +speak to his mother, Danglars to converse with young +Cavalcanti; Monte Cristo was for an instant alone. Meanwhile +the heat became excessive. The footmen were hastening +through the rooms with waiters loaded with ices. Monte +Cristo wiped the perspiration from his forehead, but drew +back when the waiter was presented to him; he took no +refreshment. Madame de Morcerf did not lose sight of Monte +Cristo; she saw that he took nothing, and even noticed his +gesture of refusal. + +"Albert," she asked, "did you notice that?" + +"What, mother?" + +"That the count has never been willing to partake of food +under the roof of M. de Morcerf." + +"Yes; but then he breakfasted with me -- indeed, he made his +first appearance in the world on that occasion." + +"But your house is not M. de Morcerf's," murmured Mercedes; +"and since he has been here I have watched him." + +"Well?" + +"Well, he has taken nothing yet." + +"The count is very temperate." Mercedes smiled sadly. +"Approach him," said she, "and when the next waiter passes, +insist upon his taking something." + +"But why, mother?" + +"Just to please me, Albert," said Mercedes. Albert kissed +his mother's hand, and drew near the count. Another salver +passed, loaded like the preceding ones; she saw Albert +attempt to persuade the count, but he obstinately refused. +Albert rejoined his mother; she was very pale. + +"Well," said she, "you see he refuses?" + +"Yes; but why need this annoy you?" + +"You know, Albert, women are singular creatures. I should +like to have seen the count take something in my house, if +only an ice. Perhaps he cannot reconcile himself to the +French style of living, and might prefer something else." + +"Oh, no; I have seen him eat of everything in Italy; no +doubt he does not feel inclined this evening." + +"And besides," said the countess, "accustomed as he is to +burning climates, possibly he does not feel the heat as we +do." + +"I do not think that, for he has complained of feeling +almost suffocated, and asked why the Venetian blinds were +not opened as well as the windows." + +"In a word," said Mercedes, "it was a way of assuring me +that his abstinence was intended." And she left the room. A +minute afterwards the blinds were thrown open, and through +the jessamine and clematis that overhung the window one +could see the garden ornamented with lanterns, and the +supper laid under the tent. Dancers, players, talkers, all +uttered an exclamation of joy -- every one inhaled with +delight the breeze that floated in. At the same time +Mercedes reappeared, paler than before, but with that +imperturbable expression of countenance which she sometimes +wore. She went straight to the group of which her husband +formed the centre. "Do not detain those gentlemen here, +count," she said; "they would prefer, I should think, to +breathe in the garden rather than suffocate here, since they +are not playing." + +"Ah," said a gallant old general, who, in 1809, had sung +"Partant pour la Syrie," -- "we will not go alone to the +garden." + +"Then," said Mercedes, "I will lead the way." Turning +towards Monte Cristo, she added, "count, will you oblige me +with your arm?" The count almost staggered at these simple +words; then he fixed his eyes on Mercedes. It was only a +momentary glance, but it seemed to the countess to have +lasted for a century, so much was expressed in that one +look. He offered his arm to the countess; she took it, or +rather just touched it with her little hand, and they +together descended the steps, lined with rhododendrons and +camellias. Behind them, by another outlet, a group of about +twenty persons rushed into the garden with loud exclamations +of delight. + + + +Chapter 71 +Bread and Salt. + +Madame de Morcerf entered an archway of trees with her +companion. It led through a grove of lindens to a +conservatory. + +"It was too warm in the room, was it not, count?" she asked. + +"Yes, madame; and it was an excellent idea of yours to open +the doors and the blinds." As he ceased speaking, the count +felt the hand of Mercedes tremble. "But you," he said, "with +that light dress, and without anything to cover you but that +gauze scarf, perhaps you feel cold?" + +"Do you know where I am leading you?" said the countess, +without replying to the question. + +"No, madame," replied Monte Cristo; "but you see I make no +resistance." + +"We are going to the greenhouse that you see at the other +end of the grove." + +The count looked at Mercedes as if to interrogate her, but +she continued to walk on in silence, and he refrained from +speaking. They reached the building, ornamented with +magnificent fruits, which ripen at the beginning of July in +the artificial temperature which takes the place of the sun, +so frequently absent in our climate. The countess left the +arm of Monte Cristo, and gathered a bunch of Muscatel +grapes. "See, count," she said, with a smile so sad in its +expression that one could almost detect the tears on her +eyelids -- "see, our French grapes are not to be compared, I +know, with yours of Sicily and Cyprus, but you will make +allowance for our northern sun." The count bowed, but +stepped back. "Do you refuse?" said Mercedes, in a tremulous +voice. "Pray excuse me, madame," replied Monte Cristo, "but +I never eat Muscatel grapes." + +Mercedes let them fall, and sighed. A magnificent peach was +hanging against an adjoining wall, ripened by the same +artificial heat. Mercedes drew near, and plucked the fruit. +"Take this peach, then," she said. The count again refused. +"What, again?" she exclaimed, in so plaintive an accent that +it seemed to stifle a sob; "really, you pain me." + +A long silence followed; the peach, like the grapes, fell to +the ground. "Count," added Mercedes with a supplicating +glance, "there is a beautiful Arabian custom, which makes +eternal friends of those who have together eaten bread and +salt under the same roof." + +"I know it, madame," replied the count; "but we are in +France, and not in Arabia, and in France eternal friendships +are as rare as the custom of dividing bread and salt with +one another." + +"But," said the countess, breathlessly, with her eyes fixed +on Monte Cristo, whose arm she convulsively pressed with +both hands, "we are friends, are we not?" + +The count became pale as death, the blood rushed to his +heart, and then again rising, dyed his cheeks with crimson; +his eyes swam like those of a man suddenly dazzled. +"Certainly, we are friends," he replied; "why should we not +be?" The answer was so little like the one Mercedes desired, +that she turned away to give vent to a sigh, which sounded +more like a groan. "Thank you," she said. And they walked on +again. They went the whole length of the garden without +uttering a word. "Sir," suddenly exclaimed the countess, +after their walk had continued ten minutes in silence, "is +it true that you have seen so much, travelled so far, and +suffered so deeply?" + +"I have suffered deeply, madame," answered Monte Cristo. + +"But now you are happy?" + +"Doubtless," replied the count, "since no one hears me +complain." + +"And your present happiness, has it softened your heart?" + +"My present happiness equals my past misery," said the +count. + +"Are you not married?" asked the countess. "I married?" +exclaimed Monte Cristo, shuddering; "who could have told you +so?" + +"No one told me you were, but you have frequently been seen +at the opera with a young and lovely woman." + +"She is a slave whom I bought at Constantinople, madame, the +daughter of a prince. I have adopted her as my daughter, +having no one else to love in the world." + +"You live alone, then?" + +"I do." + +"You have no sister -- no son -- no father?" + +"I have no one." + +"How can you exist thus without any one to attach you to +life?" + +"It is not my fault, madame. At Malta, I loved a young girl, +was on the point of marrying her, when war came and carried +me away. I thought she loved me well enough to wait for me, +and even to remain faithful to my memory. When I returned +she was married. This is the history of most men who have +passed twenty years of age. Perhaps my heart was weaker than +the hearts of most men, and I suffered more than they would +have done in my place; that is all." The countess stopped +for a moment, as if gasping for breath. "Yes," she said, +"and you have still preserved this love in your heart -- one +can only love once -- and did you ever see her again?" + +"Never." + +"Never?" + +"I never returned to the country where she lived." + +"To Malta?" + +"Yes; Malta." + +"She is, then, now at Malta?" + +"I think so." + +"And have you forgiven her for all she has made you suffer?" + +"Her, -- yes." + +"But only her; do you then still hate those who separated +you?" + +"I hate them? Not at all; why should I?" The countess placed +herself before Monte Cristo, still holding in her hand a +portion of the perfumed grapes. "Take some," she said. +"Madame, I never eat Muscatel grapes," replied Monte Cristo, +as if the subject had not been mentioned before. The +countess dashed the grapes into the nearest thicket, with a +gesture of despair. "Inflexible man!" she murmured. Monte +Cristo remained as unmoved as if the reproach had not been +addressed to him. Albert at this moment ran in. "Oh, +mother," he exclaimed, "such a misfortune his happened!" + +"What? What has happened?" asked the countess, as though +awakening from a sleep to the realities of life; "did you +say a misfortune? Indeed, I should expect misfortunes." + +"M. de Villefort is here." + +"Well?" + +"He comes to fetch his wife and daughter." + +"Why so?" + +"Because Madame de Saint-Meran is just arrived in Paris, +bringing the news of M. de Saint-Meran's death, which took +place on the first stage after he left Marseilles. Madame de +Villefort, who was in very good spirits, would neither +believe nor think of the misfortune, but Mademoiselle +Valentine, at the first words, guessed the whole truth, +notwithstanding all the precautions of her father; the blow +struck her like a thunderbolt, and she fell senseless." + +"And how was M. de Saint-Meran related to Mademoiselle de +Villefort?" said the count. + +"He was her grandfather on the mother's side. He was coming +here to hasten her marriage with Franz." + +"Ah, indeed?" + +"So Franz must wait. Why was not M. de Saint-Meran also +grandfather to Mademoiselle Danglars?" + +"Albert, Albert," said Madame de Morcerf, in a tone of mild +reproof, "what are you saying? Ah, count, he esteems you so +highly, tell him that he has spoken amiss." And she took two +or three steps forward. Monte Cristo watched her with an air +so thoughtful, and so full of affectionate admiration, that +she turned back and grasped his hand; at the same time she +seized that of her son, and joined them together. + +"We are friends; are we not?" she asked. + +"Oh, madame, I do not presume to call myself your friend, +but at all times I am your most respectful servant." The +countess left with an indescribable pang in her heart, and +before she had taken ten steps the count saw her raise her +handkerchief to her eyes. "Do not my mother and you agree?" +asked Albert, astonished. + +"On the contrary," replied the count, "did you not hear her +declare that we were friends?" They re-entered the +drawing-room, which Valentine and Madame de Villefort had +just quitted. It is perhaps needless to add that Morrel +departed almost at the same time. + + + +Chapter 72 +Madame de Saint-Meran. + +A gloomy scene had indeed just passed at the house of M. de +Villefort. After the ladies had departed for the ball, +whither all the entreaties of Madame de Villefort had failed +in persuading him to accompany them, the procureur had shut +himself up in his study, according to his custom. with a +heap of papers calculated to alarm any one else, but which +generally scarcely satisfied his inordinate desires. But +this time the papers were a mere matter of form. Villefort +had secluded himself, not to study, but to reflect; and with +the door locked and orders given that he should not be +disturbed excepting for important business, he sat down in +his arm-chair and began to ponder over the events, the +remembrance of which had during the last eight days filled +his mind with so many gloomy thoughts and bitter +recollections. Then, instead of plunging into the mass of +documents piled before him, he opened the drawer of his +desk. touched a spring, and drew out a parcel of cherished +memoranda, amongst which he had carefully arranged, in +characters only known to himself, the names of all those +who, either in his political career, in money matters, at +the bar, or in his mysterious love affairs, had become his +enemies. + +Their number was formidable, now that he had begun to fear, +and yet these names, powerful though they were, had often +caused him to smile with the same kind of satisfaction +experienced by a traveller who from the summit of a mountain +beholds at his feet the craggy eminences, the almost +impassable paths, and the fearful chasms, through which he +has so perilously climbed. When he had run over all these +names in his memory, again read and studied them, commenting +meanwhile upon his lists, he shook his head. + +"No," he murmured, "none of my enemies would have waited so +patiently and laboriously for so long a space of time, that +they might now come and crush me with this secret. +Sometimes, as Hamlet says -- + +`Foul deeds will rise, +Tho, all the earth o'erwhelm them to men's eyes;' + +but, like a phosphoric light, they rise but to mislead. The +story has been told by the Corsican to some priest, who in +his turn has repeated it. M. de Monte Cristo may have heard +it, and to enlighten himself -- but why should he wish to +enlighten himself upon the subject?" asked Villefort, after +a moment's reflection, "what interest can this M. de Monte +Cristo or M. Zaccone, -- son of a shipowner of Malta, +discoverer of a mine in Thessaly, now visiting Paris for the +first time, -- what interest, I say, can he take in +discovering a gloomy, mysterious, and useless fact like +this? However, among all the incoherent details given to me +by the Abbe Busoni and by Lord Wilmore, by that friend and +that enemy, one thing appears certain and clear in my +opinion -- that in no period, in no case, in no +circumstance, could there have been any contact between him +and me." + +But Villefort uttered words which even he himself did not +believe. He dreaded not so much the revelation, for he could +reply to or deny its truth; -- he cared little for that +mene, tekel, upharsin, which appeared suddenly in letters of +blood upon the wall; -- but what he was really anxious for +was to discover whose hand had traced them. While he was +endeavoring to calm his fears, -- and instead of dwelling +upon the political future that had so often been the subject +of his ambitious dreams, was imagining a future limited to +the enjoyments of home, in fear of awakening the enemy that +had so long slept, -- the noise of a carriage sounded in the +yard, then he heard the steps of an aged person ascending +the stairs, followed by tears and lamentations, such as +servants always give vent to when they wish to appear +interested in their master's grief. He drew back the bolt of +his door, and almost directly an old lady entered, +unannounced, carrying her shawl on her arm, and her bonnet +in her hand. The white hair was thrown back from her yellow +forehead, and her eyes, already sunken by the furrows of +age, now almost disappeared beneath the eyelids swollen with +grief. "Oh, sir," she said; "oh, sir, what a misfortune! I +shall die of it; oh, yes, I shall certainly die of it!" + +And then, falling upon the chair nearest the door, she burst +into a paroxysm of sobs. The servants, standing in the +doorway, not daring to approach nearer, were looking at +Noirtier's old servant, who had heard the noise from his +master's room, and run there also, remaining behind the +others. Villefort rose, and ran towards his mother-in-law, +for it was she. + +"Why, what can have happened?" he exclaimed, "what has thus +disturbed you? Is M. de Saint-Meran with you?" + +"M. de Saint-Meran is dead," answered the old marchioness, +without preface and without expression; she appeared to be +stupefied. Villefort drew back, and clasping his hands +together, exclaimed -- "Dead! -- so suddenly?" + +"A week ago," continued Madame de Saint-Meran, "we went out +together in the carriage after dinner. M. de Saint-Meran had +been unwell for some days; still, the idea of seeing our +dear Valentine again inspired him with courage, and +notwithstanding his illness he would leave. At six leagues +from Marseilles, after having eaten some of the lozenges he +is accustomed to take, he fell into such a deep sleep, that +it appeared to me unnatural; still I hesitated to wake him, +although I fancied that his face was flushed, and that the +veins of his temples throbbed more violently than usual. +However, as it became dark, and I could no longer see, I +fell asleep; I was soon aroused by a piercing shriek, as +from a person suffering in his dreams, and he suddenly threw +his head back violently. I called the valet, I stopped the +postilion, I spoke to M. de Saint-Meran, I applied my +smelling-salts; but all was over, and I arrived at Aix by +the side of a corpse." Villefort stood with his mouth half +open, quite stupefied. + +"Of course you sent for a doctor?" + +"Immediately; but, as I have told you, it was too late." + +"Yes; but then he could tell of what complaint the poor +marquis had died." + +"Oh, yes, sir, he told me; it appears to have been an +apoplectic stroke." + +"And what did you do then?" + +"M. de Saint-Meran had always expressed a desire, in case +his death happened during his absence from Paris, that his +body might be brought to the family vault. I had him put +into a leaden coffin, and I am preceding him by a few days." + +"Oh, my poor mother," said Villefort, "to have such duties +to perform at your age after such a blow!" + +"God has supported me through all; and then, my dear +marquis, he would certainly have done everything for me that +I performed for him. It is true that since I left him, I +seem to have lost my senses. I cannot cry; at my age they +say that we have no more tears, -- still I think that when +one is in trouble one should have the power of weeping. +Where is Valentine. sir? It is on her account I am here; I +wish to see Valentine." Villefort thought it would be +terrible to reply that Valentine was at a ball; so he only +said that she had gone out with her step-mother, and that +she should be fetched. "This instant, sir -- this instant, I +beseech you!" said the old lady. Villefort placed the arm of +Madame de Saint-Meran within his own, and conducted her to +his apartment. "Rest yourself, mother," he said. + +The marchioness raised her head at this word, and beholding +the man who so forcibly reminded her of her deeply-regretted +child, who still lived for her in Valentine, she felt +touched at the name of mother, and bursting into tears, she +fell on her knees before an arm-chair, where she buried her +venerable head. Villefort left her to the care of the women, +while old Barrois ran, half-scared, to his master; for +nothing frightens old people so much as when death relaxes +its vigilance over them for a moment in order to strike some +other old person. Then, while Madame de Saint-Meran remained +on her knees, praying fervently, Villefort sent for a cab, +and went himself to fetch his wife and daughter from Madame +de Morcerf's. He was so pale when he appeared at the door of +the ball-room, that Valentine ran to him, saying -- + +"Oh, father, some misfortune has happened!" + +"Your grandmamma has just arrived, Valentine," said M. de +Villefort. + +"And grandpapa?" inquired the young girl, trembling with +apprehension. M. de Villefort only replied by offering his +arm to his daughter. It was just in time, for Valentine's +head swam, and she staggered; Madame de Villefort instantly +hastened to her assistance, and aided her husband in +dragging her to the carriage, saying -- "What a singular +event! Who could have thought it? Ah, yes, it is indeed +strange!" And the wretched family departed, leaving a cloud +of sadness hanging over the rest of the evening. At the foot +of the stairs, Valentine found Barrois awaiting her. + +"M. Noirtier wishes to see you to-night, he said, in an +undertone. + +"Tell him I will come when I leave my dear grandmamma," she +replied, feeling, with true delicacy, that the person to +whom she could be of the most service just then was Madame +de Saint-Meran. Valentine found her grandmother in bed; +silent caresses, heartwrung sobs, broken sighs, burning +tears, were all that passed in this sad interview, while +Madame de Villefort, leaning on her husband's arm, +maintained all outward forms of respect, at least towards +the poor widow. She soon whispered to her husband, "I think +it would be better for me to retire, with your permission, +for the sight of me appears still to afflict your +mother-in-law." Madame de Saint-Meran heard her. "Yes, yes," +she said softly to Valentine, "let her leave; but do you +stay." Madame de Villefort left, and Valentine remained +alone beside the bed, for the procureur, overcome with +astonishment at the unexpected death, had followed his wife. +Meanwhile, Barrois had returned for the first time to old +Noirtier, who having heard the noise in the house, had, as +we have said, sent his old servant to inquire the cause; on +his return, his quick intelligent eye interrogated the +messenger. "Alas, sir," exclaimed Barrois, "a great +misfortune has happened. Madame de Saint-Meran has arrived, +and her husband is dead!" + +M. de Saint-Meran and Noirtier had never been on strict +terms of friendship; still, the death of one old man always +considerably affects another. Noirtier let his head fall +upon his chest, apparently overwhelmed and thoughtful; then +he closed one eye, in token of inquiry. "Mademoiselle +Valentine?" Noirtier nodded his head. "She is at the ball, +as you know, since she came to say good-by to you in full +dress." Noirtier again closed his left eye. "Do you wish to +see her?" Noirtier again made an affirmative sign. "Well, +they have gone to fetch her, no doubt, from Madame de +Morcerf's; I will await her return, and beg her to come up +here. Is that what you wish for?" + +"Yes," replied the invalid. + +Barrois, therefore, as we have seen, watched for Valentine, +and informed her of her grandfather's wish. Consequently, +Valentine came up to Noirtier, on leaving Madame de +Saint-Meran, who in the midst of her grief had at last +yielded to fatigue and fallen into a feverish sleep. Within +reach of her hand they placed a small table upon which stood +a bottle of orangeade, her usual beverage, and a glass. +Then, as we have said, the young girl left the bedside to +see M. Noirtier. Valentine kissed the old man, who looked at +her with such tenderness that her eyes again filled with +tears, whose sources he thought must be exhausted. The old +gentleman continued to dwell upon her with the same +expression. "Yes, yes," said Valentine, "you mean that I +have yet a kind grandfather left, do you not." The old man +intimated that such was his meaning. "Ah, yes, happily I +have," replied Valentine. "Without that, what would become +of me?" + +It was one o'clock in the morning. Barrois, who wished to go +to bed himself, observed that after such sad events every +one stood in need of rest. Noirtier would not say that the +only rest he needed was to see his child, but wished her +good-night, for grief and fatigue had made her appear quite +ill. The next morning she found her grandmother in bed; the +fever had not abated, on the contrary her eyes glistened and +she appeared to be suffering from violent nervous +irritability. "Oh, dear grandmamma, are you worse?" +exclaimed Valentine, perceiving all these signs of +agitation. + +"No, my child, no," said Madame de Saint-Meran; "but I was +impatiently waiting for your arrival, that I might send for +your father." + +"My father?" inquired Valentine, uneasily. + +"Yes, I wish to speak to him." Valentine durst not oppose +her grandmother's wish, the cause of which she did not know, +and an instant afterwards Villefort entered. "Sir," said +Madame de Saint-Meran, without using any circumlocution, and +as if fearing she had no time to lose, "you wrote to me +concerning the marriage of this child?" + +"Yes, madame," replied Villefort, "it is not only projected +but arranged." + +"Your intended son-in-law is named M. Franz d'Epinay?" + +"Yes, madame." + +"Is he not the son of General d'Epinay who was on our side, +and who was assassinated some days before the usurper +returned from the Island of Elba?" + +"The same." + +"Does he not dislike the idea of marrying the granddaughter +of a Jacobin?" + +"Our civil dissensions are now happily extinguished, +mother," said Villefort; "M. d'Epinay was quite a child when +his father died, he knows very little of M. Noirtier, and +will meet him, if not with pleasure, at least with +indifference." + +"Is it a suitable match?" + +"In every respect." + +"And the young man?" + +"Is regarded with universal esteem." + +"You approve of him?" + +"He is one of the most well-bred young men I know." During +the whole of this conversation Valentine had remained +silent. "Well, sir," said Madame de Saint-Meran, after a few +minutes' reflection, "I must hasten the marriage, for I have +but a short time to live." + +"You, madame?" "You, dear mamma?" exclaimed M. de Villefort +and Valentine at the same time. + +"I know what I am saying," continued the marchioness; "I +must hurry you, so that, as she has no mother, she may at +least have a grandmother to bless her marriage. I am all +that is left to her belonging to my poor Renee, whom you +have so soon forgotten, sir." + +"Ah, madame," said Villefort, "you forget that I was obliged +to give a mother to my child." + +"A stepmother is never a mother, sir. But this is not to the +purpose, -- our business concerns Valentine, let us leave +the dead in peace." + +All this was said with such exceeding rapidity, that there +was something in the conversation that seemed like the +beginning of delirium. + +"It shall be as you wish, madame," said Villefort; "more +especially since your wishes coincide with mine, and as soon +as M. d'Epinay arrives in Paris" -- + +"My dear grandmother," interrupted Valentine, "consider +decorum -- the recent death. You would not have me marry +under such sad auspices?" + +"My child," exclaimed the old lady sharply, "let us hear +none of the conventional objections that deter weak minds +from preparing for the future. I also was married at the +death-bed of my mother, and certainly I have not been less +happy on that account." + +"Still that idea of death, madame," said Villefort. + +"Still? -- Always! I tell you I am going to die -- do you +understand? Well, before dying, I wish to see my son-in-law. +I wish to tell him to make my child happy; I wish to read in +his eyes whether he intends to obey me; -- in fact, I will +know him -- I will!" continued the old lady, with a fearful +expression, "that I may rise from the depths of my grave to +find him, if he should not fulfil his duty!" + +"Madame," said Villefort, "you must lay aside these exalted +ideas, which almost assume the appearance of madness. The +dead, once buried in their graves, rise no more." + +"And I tell you, sir, that you are mistaken. This night I +have had a fearful sleep. It seemed as though my soul were +already hovering over my body, my eyes, which I tried to +open, closed against my will, and what will appear +impossible above all to you, sir, I saw, with my eyes shut, +in the spot where you are now standing, issuing from that +corner where there is a door leading into Madame Villefort's +dressing-room -- I saw, I tell you, silently enter, a white +figure." Valentine screamed. "It was the fever that +disturbed you, madame," said Villefort. + +"Doubt, if you please, but I am sure of what I say. I saw a +white figure, and as if to prevent my discrediting the +testimony of only one of my senses, I heard my glass removed +-- the same which is there now on the table." + +"Oh, dear mother, it was a dream." + +"So little was it a dream, that I stretched my hand towards +the bell; but when I did so, the shade disappeared; my maid +then entered with a light." + +"But she saw no one?" + +"Phantoms are visible to those only who ought to see them. +It was the soul of my husband! -- Well, if my husband's soul +can come to me, why should not my soul reappear to guard my +granddaughter? the tie is even more direct, it seems to me." + +"Oh, madame," said Villefort, deeply affected, in spite of +himself, "do not yield to those gloomy thoughts; you will +long live with us, happy, loved, and honored, and we will +make you forget" -- + +"Never, never, never," said the marchioness. "when does M. +d'Epinay return?" + +"We expect him every moment." + +"It is well. As soon as he arrives inform me. We must be +expeditious. And then I also wish to see a notary, that I +may be assured that all our property returns to Valentine." + +"Ah, grandmamma," murmured Valentine, pressing her lips on +the burning brow, "do you wish to kill me? Oh, how feverish +you are; we must not send for a notary, but for a doctor." + +"A doctor?" said she, shrugging her shoulders, "I am not +ill; I am thirsty -- that is all." + +"What are you drinking, dear grandmamma?" + +"The same as usual, my dear, my glass is there on the table +-- give it to me, Valentine." Valentine poured the orangeade +into a glass and gave it to her grandmother with a certain +degree of dread, for it was the same glass she fancied that +had been touched by the spectre. The marchioness drained the +glass at a single draught, and then turned on her pillow, +repeating, -- "The notary, the notary!" + +M. de Villefort left the room, and Valentine seated herself +at the bedside of her grandmother. The poor child appeared +herself to require the doctor she had recommended to her +aged relative. A bright spot burned in either cheek, her +respiration was short and difficult, and her pulse beat with +feverish excitement. She was thinking of the despair of +Maximilian, when he should be informed that Madame de +Saint-Meran, instead of being an ally, was unconsciously +acting as his enemy. More than once she thought of revealing +all to her grandmother, and she would not have hesitated a +moment, if Maximilian Morrel had been named Albert de +Morcerf or Raoul de Chateau-Renaud; but Morrel was of +plebeian extraction, and Valentine knew how the haughty +Marquise de Saint-Meran despised all who were not noble. Her +secret had each time been repressed when she was about to +reveal it, by the sad conviction that it would be useless to +do so; for, were it once discovered by her father and +mother, all would be lost. Two hours passed thus; Madame de +Saint-Meran was in a feverish sleep, and the notary had +arrived. Though his coming was announced in a very low tone, +Madame de Saint-Meran arose from her pillow. "The notary!" +she exclaimed, "let him come in." + +The notary, who was at the door, immediately entered. "Go, +Valentine," said Madame de Saint-Meran, "and leave me with +this gentleman." + +"But, grandmamma" -- + +"Leave me -- go!" The young girl kissed her grandmother, and +left with her handkerchief to her eyes; at the door she +found the valet de chambre, who told her that the doctor was +waiting in the dining-room. Valentine instantly ran down. +The doctor was a friend of the family, and at the same time +one of the cleverest men of the day, and very fond of +Valentine, whose birth he had witnessed. He had himself a +daughter about her age, but whose life was one continued +source of anxiety and fear to him from her mother having +been consumptive. + +"Oh," said Valentine, "we have been waiting for you with +such impatience, dear M. d'Avrigny. But, first of all, how +are Madeleine and Antoinette?" Madeleine was the daughter of +M. d'Avrigny, and Antoinette his niece. M. d'Avrigny smiled +sadly. "Antoinette is very well," he said, "and Madeleine +tolerably so. But you sent for me, my dear child. It is not +your father or Madame de Villefort who is ill. As for you, +although we doctors cannot divest our patients of nerves, I +fancy you have no further need of me than to recommend you +not to allow your imagination to take too wide a field." +Valentine colored. M. d'Avrigny carried the science of +divination almost to a miraculous extent, for he was one of +the physicians who always work upon the body through the +mind. "No," she replied, "it is for my poor grandmother. You +know the calamity that has happened to us, do you not?" + +"I know nothing." said M. d'Avrigny. + +"Alas," said Valentine, restraining her tears, "my +grandfather is dead." + +"M. de Saint-Meran?" + +"Yes." + +"Suddenly?" + +"From an apoplectic stroke." + +"An apoplectic stroke?" repeated the doctor. + +"Yes, and my poor grandmother fancies that her husband, whom +she never left, has called her, and that she must go and +join him. Oh, M. d'Avrigny, I beseech you, do something for +her!" + +"Where is she?" + +"In her room with the notary." + +"And M. Noirtier?" + +"Just as he was, his mind perfectly clear, but the same +incapability of moving or speaking." + +"And the same love for you -- eh, my dear child?" + +"Yes," said Valentine, "he was very fond of me." + +"Who does not love you?" Valentine smiled sadly. "What are +your grandmother's symptoms?" + +"An extreme nervous excitement and a strangely agitated +sleep; she fancied this morning in her sleep that her soul +was hovering above her body, which she at the same time +watched. It must have been delirium; she fancies, too, that +she saw a phantom enter her chamber and even heard the noise +it made on touching her glass." + +"It is singular," said the doctor; "I was not aware that +Madame de Saint-Meran was subject to such hallucinations." + +"It is the first time I ever saw her in this condition," +said Valentine; "and this morning she frightened me so that +I thought her mad; and my father, who you know is a +strong-minded man, himself appeared deeply impressed." + +"We will go and see," said the doctor; "what you tell me +seems very strange." The notary here descended, and +Valentine was informed that her grandmother was alone. "Go +upstairs," she said to the doctor. + +"And you?" + +"Oh, I dare not -- she forbade my sending for you; and, as +you say, I am myself agitated, feverish and out of sorts. I +will go and take a turn in the garden to recover myself." +The doctor pressed Valentine's hand, and while he visited +her grandmother, she descended the steps. We need not say +which portion of the garden was her favorite walk. After +remaining for a short time in the parterre surrounding the +house, and gathering a rose to place in her waist or hair, +she turned into the dark avenue which led to the bench; then +from the bench she went to the gate. As usual, Valentine +strolled for a short time among her flowers, but without +gathering them. The mourning in her heart forbade her +assuming this simple ornament, though she had not yet had +time to put on the outward semblance of woe. She then turned +towards the avenue. As she advanced she fancied she heard a +voice speaking her name. She stopped astonished, then the +voice reached her ear more distinctly, and she recognized it +to be that of Maximilian. + + + +Chapter 73 +The Promise. + +It was, indeed, Maximilian Morrel, who had passed a wretched +existence since the previous day. With the instinct peculiar +to lovers he had anticipated after the return of Madame de +Saint-Meran and the death of the marquis, that something +would occur at M. de Villefort's in connection with his +attachment for Valentine. His presentiments were realized, +as we shall see, and his uneasy forebodings had goaded him +pale and trembling to the gate under the chestnut-trees. +Valentine was ignorant of the cause of this sorrow and +anxiety, and as it was not his accustomed hour for visiting +her, she had gone to the spot simply by accident or perhaps +through sympathy. Morrel called her, and she ran to the +gate. "You here at this hour?" said she. "Yes, my poor +girl," replied Morrel; "I come to bring and to hear bad +tidings." + +"This is, indeed, a house of mourning," said Valentine; +"speak, Maximilian, although the cup of sorrow seems already +full." + +"Dear Valentine," said Morrel, endeavoring to conceal his +own emotion, "listen, I entreat you; what I am about to say +is very serious. When are you to be married?" + +"I will tell you all," said Valentine; "from you I have +nothing to conceal. This morning the subject was introduced, +and my dear grandmother, on whom I depended as my only +support, not only declared herself favorable to it, but is +so anxious for it, that they only await the arrival of M. +d'Epinay, and the following day the contract will be +signed." A deep sigh escaped the young man, who gazed long +and mournfully at her he loved. "Alas," replied he, "it is +dreadful thus to hear my condemnation from your own lips. +The sentence is passed, and, in a few hours, will be +executed; it must be so, and I will not endeavor to prevent +it. But, since you say nothing remains but for M. d'Epinay +to arrive that the contract may be signed, and the following +day you will be his, to-morrow you will be engaged to M. +d'Epinay, for he came this morning to Paris." Valentine +uttered a cry. + +"I was at the house of Monte Cristo an hour since," said +Morrel; "we were speaking, he of the sorrow your family had +experienced, and I of your grief, when a carriage rolled +into the court-yard. Never, till then, had I placed any +confidence in presentiments, but now I cannot help believing +them, Valentine. At the sound of that carriage I shuddered; +soon I heard steps on the staircase, which terrified me as +much as the footsteps of the commander did Don Juan. The +door at last opened; Albert de Morcerf entered first, and I +began to hope my fears were vain, when, after him, another +young man advanced, and the count exclaimed -- `Ah, here is +the Baron Franz d'Epinay!' I summoned all my strength and +courage to my support. Perhaps I turned pale and trembled, +but certainly I smiled; and five minutes after I left, +without having heard one word that had passed." + +"Poor Maximilian!" murmured Valentine. + +"Valentine, the time has arrived when you must answer me. +And remember my life depends on your answer. What do you +intend doing?" Valentine held down her head; she was +overwhelmed. + +"Listen," said Morrel; "it is not the first time you have +contemplated our present position, which is a serious and +urgent one; I do not think it is a moment to give way to +useless sorrow; leave that for those who like to suffer at +their leisure and indulge their grief in secret. There are +such in the world, and God will doubtless reward them in +heaven for their resignation on earth, but those who mean to +contend must not lose one precious moment, but must return +immediately the blow which fortune strikes. Do you intend to +struggle against our ill-fortune? Tell me, Valentine for it +is that I came to know." + +Valentine trembled, and looked at him with amazement. The +idea of resisting her father, her grandmother, and all the +family, had never occurred to her. "What do you say, +Maximilian?" asked Valentine. "What do you mean by a +struggle? Oh, it would be a sacrilege. What? I resist my +father's order, and my dying grandmother's wish? +Impossible!" Morrel started. "You are too noble not to +understand me, and you understand me so well that you +already yield, dear Maximilian. No, no; I shall need all my +strength to struggle with myself and support my grief in +secret, as you say. But to grieve my father -- to disturb my +grandmother's last moments -- never!" + +"You are right," said Morrel, calmly. + +"In what a tone you speak!" cried Valentine. + +"I speak as one who admires you, mademoiselle." + +"Mademoiselle," cried Valentine; "mademoiselle! Oh, selfish +man, -- he sees me in despair, and pretends he cannot +understand me!" + +"You mistake -- I understand you perfectly. You will not +oppose M. Villefort, you will not displease the marchioness, +and to-morrow you will sign the contract which will bind you +to your husband." + +"But, mon Dieu, tell me, how can I do otherwise?" + +"Do not appeal to me, mademoiselle; I shall be a bad judge +in such a case; my selfishness will blind me," replied +Morrel, whose low voice and clinched hands announced his +growing desperation. + +"What would you have proposed, Maximilian, had you found me +willing to accede?" + +"It is not for me to say." + +"You are wrong; you must advise me what to do." + +"Do you seriously ask my advice, Valentine?" + +"Certainly, dear Maximilian, for if it is good, I will +follow it; you know my devotion to you." + +"Valentine," said Morrel pushing aside a loose plank, "give +me your hand in token of forgiveness of my anger; my senses +are confused, and during the last hour the most extravagant +thoughts have passed through my brain. Oh, if you refuse my +advice" -- + +"What do you advise?" said Valentine, raising her eyes to +heaven and sighing. "I am free," replied Maximilian, "and +rich enough to support you. I swear to make you my lawful +wife before my lips even shall have approached your +forehead." + +"You make me tremble!" said the young girl. + +"Follow me," said Morrel; "I will take you to my sister, who +is worthy also to be yours. We will embark for Algiers, for +England, for America, or, if your prefer it, retire to the +country and only return to Paris when our friends have +reconciled your family." Valentine shook her head. "I feared +it, Maximilian," said she; "it is the counsel of a madman, +and I should be more mad than you, did I not stop you at +once with the word `Impossible, impossible!'" + +"You will then submit to what fate decrees for you without +even attempting to contend with it?" said Morrel +sorrowfully. "Yes, -- if I die!" + +"Well, Valentine," resumed Maximilian, "I can only say again +that you are right. Truly, it is I who am mad, and you prove +to me that passion blinds the most well-meaning. I +appreciate your calm reasoning. It is then understood that +to-morrow you will be irrevocably promised to M. Franz +d'Epinay, not only by that theatrical formality invented to +heighten the effect of a comedy called the signature of the +contract, but your own will?" + +"Again you drive me to despair, Maximilian," said Valentine, +"again you plunge the dagger into the wound! What would you +do, tell me, if your sister listened to such a proposition?" + +"Mademoiselle," replied Morrel with a bitter smile, "I am +selfish -- you have already said so -- and as a selfish man +I think not of what others would do in my situation, but of +what I intend doing myself. I think only that I have known +you not a whole year. From the day I first saw you, all my +hopes of happiness have been in securing your affection. One +day you acknowledged that you loved me, and since that day +my hope of future happiness has rested on obtaining you, for +to gain you would be life to me. Now, I think no more; I say +only that fortune has turned against me -- I had thought to +gain heaven, and now I have lost it. It is an every-day +occurrence for a gambler to lose not only what he possesses +but also what he has not." Morrel pronounced these words +with perfect calmness; Valentine looked at him a moment with +her large, scrutinizing eyes, endeavoring not to let Morrel +discover the grief which struggled in her heart. "But, in a +word, what are you going to do?" asked she. + +"I am going to have the honor of taking my leave of you, +mademoiselle, solemnly assuring you that I wish your life +may be so calm, so happy, and so fully occupied, that there +may be no place for me even in your memory." + +"Oh!" murmured Valentine. + +"Adieu, Valentine, adieu!" said Morrel, bowing. + +"Where are you going?" cried the young girl, extending her +hand through the opening, and seizing Maximilian by his +coat, for she understood from her own agitated feelings that +her lover's calmness could not be real; "where are you +going?" + +"I am going, that I may not bring fresh trouble into your +family: and to set an example which every honest and devoted +man, situated as I am, may follow." + +"Before you leave me, tell me what you are going to do, +Maximilian." The young man smiled sorrowfully. "Speak, +speak!" said Valentine; "I entreat you." + +"Has your resolution changed, Valentine?" + +"It cannot change, unhappy man; you know it must not!" cried +the young girl. "Then adieu, Valentine!" Valentine shook the +gate with a strength of which she could not have been +supposed to be possessed, as Morrel was going away, and +passing both her hands through the opening, she clasped and +wrung them. "I must know what you mean to do!" said she. +"Where are you going?" + +"Oh, fear not," said Maximilian, stopping at a short +distance, "I do not intend to render another man responsible +for the rigorous fate reserved for me. Another might +threaten to seek M. Franz, to provoke him, and to fight with +him; all that would be folly. What has M. Franz to do with +it? He saw me this morning for the first time, and has +already forgotten he has seen me. He did not even know I +existed when it was arranged by your two families that you +should be united. I have no enmity against M. Franz, and +promise you the punishment shall not fall on him." + +"On whom, then! -- on me?" + +"On you? Valentine! Oh, heaven forbid! Woman is sacred; the +woman one loves is holy." + +"On yourself, then, unhappy man; on yourself?" + +"I am the only guilty person, am I not?' said Maximilian. + +"Maximilian!" said Valentine, "Maximilian, come back, I +entreat you!" He drew near with his sweet smile, and but for +his paleness one might have thought him in his usual happy +mood. "Listen, my dear, my adored Valentine," said he in his +melodious and grave tone; "those who, like us, have never +had a thought for which we need blush before the world, such +may read each other's hearts. I never was romantic, and am +no melancholy hero. I imitate neither Manfred nor Anthony; +but without words, protestations, or vows, my life has +entwined itself with yours; you leave me, and you are right +in doing so, -- I repeat it, you are right; but in losing +you, I lose my life. + +"The moment you leave me, Valentine, I am alone in the +world. My sister is happily married; her husband is only my +brother-in-law, that is, a man whom the ties of social life +alone attach to me; no one then longer needs my useless +life. This is what I shall do; I will wait until the very +moment you are married, for I will not lose the shadow of +one of those unexpected chances which are sometimes reserved +for us, since M. Franz may, after all, die before that time, +a thunderbolt may fall even on the altar as you approach it, +-- nothing appears impossible to one condemned to die, and +miracles appear quite reasonable when his escape from death +is concerned. I will, then, wait until the last moment, and +when my misery is certain, irremediable, hopeless, I will +write a confidential letter to my brother-in-law, another to +the prefect of police, to acquaint them with my intention, +and at the corner of some wood, on the brink of some abyss, +on the bank of some river, I will put an end to my +existence, as certainly as I am the son of the most honest +man who ever lived in France." + +Valentine trembled convulsively; she loosened her hold of +the gate, her arms fell by her side, and two large tears +rolled down her cheeks. The young man stood before her, +sorrowful and resolute. "Oh, for pity's sake," said she, +"you will live, will you not?" + +"No, on my honor," said Maximilian; "but that will not +affect you. You have done your duty, and your conscience +will be at rest." Valentine fell on her knees, and pressed +her almost bursting heart. "Maximilian," said she, +"Maximilian, my friend, my brother on earth, my true husband +in heaven, I entreat you, do as I do, live in suffering; +perhaps we may one day be united." + +"Adieu, Valentine," repeated Morrel. + +"My God," said Valentine, raising both her hands to heaven +with a sublime expression, "I have done my utmost to remain +a submissive daughter; I have begged, entreated, implored; +he has regarded neither my prayers, my entreaties, nor my +tears. It is done," cried she, willing away her tears, and +resuming her firmness, "I am resolved not to die of remorse, +but rather of shame. Live, Maximilian, and I will be yours. +Say when shall it be? Speak, command, I will obey." Morrel, +who had already gone some few steps away, again returned, +and pale with joy extended both hands towards Valentine +through the opening. "Valentine," said he, "dear Valentine, +you must not speak thus -- rather let me die. Why should I +obtain you by violence, if our love is mutual? Is it from +mere humanity you bid me live? I would then rather die." + +"Truly," murmured Valentine, "who on this earth cares for +me, if he does not? Who has consoled me in my sorrow but he? +On whom do my hopes rest? On whom does my bleeding heart +repose? On him, on him, always on him! Yes, you are right, +Maximilian, I will follow you. I will leave the paternal +home, I will give up all. Oh, ungrateful girl that I am," +cried Valentine, sobbing, "I will give up all, even my dear +old grandfather, whom I had nearly forgotten." + +"No," said Maximilian, "you shall not leave him. M. Noirtier +has evinced, you say, a kind feeling towards me. Well, +before you leave, tell him all; his consent would be your +justification in God's sight. As soon as we are married, he +shall come and live with us, instead of one child, he shall +have two. You have told me how you talk to him and how he +answers you; I shall very soon learn that language by signs, +Valentine, and I promise you solemnly, that instead of +despair, it is happiness that awaits us." + +"Oh, see, Maximilian, see the power you have over me, you +almost make me believe you; and yet, what you tell me is +madness, for my father will curse me -- he is inflexible -- +he will never pardon me. Now listen to me, Maximilian; if by +artifice, by entreaty, by accident -- in short, if by any +means I can delay this marriage, will you wait?" + +"Yes, I promise you, as faithfully as you have promised me +that this horrible marriage shall not take place, and that +if you are dragged before a magistrate or a priest, you will +refuse." + +"I promise you by all that is most sacred to me in the +world, namely, by my mother." + +"We will wait, then," said Morrel. + +"Yes, we will wait," replied Valentine, who revived at these +words; "there are so many things which may save unhappy +beings such as we are." + +"I rely on you, Valentine," said Morrel; "all you do will be +well done; only if they disregard your prayers, if your +father and Madame de Saint-Meran insist that M. d'Epinay +should be called to-morrow to sign the contract" -- + +"Then you have my promise, Maximilian." + +"Instead of signing" -- + +"I will go to you, and we will fly; but from this moment +until then, let us not tempt providence, let us not see each +other. It is a miracle, it is a providence that we have not +been discovered. If we were surprised, if it were known that +we met thus, we should have no further resource." + +"You are right, Valentine; but how shall I ascertain?" + +"From the notary, M. Deschamps." + +"I know him." + +"And for myself -- I will write to you, depend on me. I +dread this marriage, Maximilian, as much as you." + +"Thank you, my adored Valentine, thank you; that is enough. +When once I know the hour, I will hasten to this spot, you +can easily get over this fence with my assistance, a +carriage will await us at the gate, in which you will +accompany me to my sister's; there living, retired or +mingling in society, as you wish, we shall be enabled to use +our power to resist oppression, and not suffer ourselves to +be put to death like sheep, which only defend themselves by +sighs." + +"Yes," said Valentine, "I will now acknowledge you are +right, Maximilian; and now are you satisfied with your +betrothal?" said the young girl sorrowfully. + +"My adored Valentine, words cannot express one half of my +satisfaction." Valentine had approached, or rather, had +placed her lips so near the fence, that they nearly touched +those of Morrel, which were pressed against the other side +of the cold and inexorable barrier. "Adieu, then, till we +meet again," said Valentine, tearing herself away. "I shall +hear from you?" + +"Yes." + +"Thanks, thanks, dear love, adieu!" The sound of a kiss was +heard, and Valentine fled through the avenue. Morrel +listened to catch the last sound of her dress brushing the +branches, and of her footstep on the gravel, then raised his +eyes with an ineffable smile of thankfulness to heaven for +being permitted to be thus loved, and then also disappeared. +The young man returned home and waited all the evening and +all the next day without getting any message. It was only on +the following day, at about ten o'clock in the morning, as +he was starting to call on M. Deschamps, the notary, that he +received from the postman a small billet, which he knew to +be from Valentine, although he had not before seen her +writing. It was to this effect: -- + +Tears, entreaties, prayers, have availed me nothing. +Yesterday, for two hours, I was at the church of +Saint-Phillippe du Roule, and for two hours I prayed most +fervently. Heaven is as inflexible as man, and the signature +of the contract is fixed for this evening at nine o'clock. I +have but one promise and but one heart to give; that promise +is pledged to you, that heart is also yours. This evening, +then, at a quarter to nine at the gate. + +Your betrothed, + +Valentine de Villefort. + +P.S. -- My poor grandmother gets worse and worse; yesterday +her fever amounted to delirium; to-day her delirium is +almost madness. You will be very kind to me, will you not, +Morrel, to make me forget my sorrow in leaving her thus? I +think it is kept a secret from grandpapa Noirtier, that the +contract is to be signed this evening. + +Morrel went also to the notary, who confirmed the news that +the contract was to be signed that evening. Then he went to +call on Monte Cristo and heard still more. Franz had been to +announce the ceremony, and Madame de Villefort had also +written to beg the count to excuse her not inviting him; the +death of M. de Saint-Meran and the dangerous illness of his +widow would cast a gloom over the meeting which she would +regret should be shared by the count whom she wished every +happiness. The day before Franz had been presented to Madame +de Saint-Meran, who had left her bed to receive him, but had +been obliged to return to it immediately after. It is easy +to suppose that Morrel's agitation would not escape the +count's penetrating eye. Monte Cristo was more affectionate +than ever, -- indeed, his manner was so kind that several +times Morrel was on the point of telling him all. But he +recalled the promise he had made to Valentine, and kept his +secret. + +The young man read Valentine's letter twenty times in the +course of the day. It was her first, and on what an +occasion! Each time he read it he renewed his vow to make +her happy. How great is the power of a woman who has made so +courageous a resolution! What devotion does she deserve from +him for whom she has sacrificed everything! How ought she +really to be supremely loved! She becomes at once a queen +and a wife, and it is impossible to thank and love her +sufficiently. Morrel longed intensely for the moment when he +should hear Valentine say, "Here I am, Maximilian; come and +help me." He had arranged everything for her escape; two +ladders were hidden in the clover-field; a cabriolet was +ordered for Maximilian alone, without a servant, without +lights; at the turning of the first street they would light +the lamps, as it would be foolish to attract the notice of +the police by too many precautions. Occasionally he +shuddered; he thought of the moment when, from the top of +that wall, he should protect the descent of his dear +Valentine, pressing in his arms for the first time her of +whom he had yet only kissed the delicate hand. + +When the afternoon arrived and he felt that the hour was +drawing near, he wished for solitude, his agitation was +extreme; a simple question from a friend would have +irritated him. He shut himself in his room, and tried to +read, but his eye glanced over the page without +understanding a word, and he threw away the book, and for +the second time sat down to sketch his plan, the ladders and +the fence. At length the hour drew near. Never did a man +deeply in love allow the clocks to go on peacefully. Morrel +tormented his so effectually that they struck eight at +half-past six. He then said, "It is time to start; the +signature was indeed fixed to take place at nine o'clock, +but perhaps Valentine will not wait for that. Consequently, +Morrel, having left the Rue Meslay at half-past eight by his +timepiece, entered the clover-field while the clock of +Saint-Phillippe du Roule was striking eight. The horse and +cabriolet were concealed behind a small ruin, where Morrel +had often waited. + +The night gradually drew on, and the foliage in the garden +assumed a deeper hue. Then Morrel came out from his +hiding-place with a beating heart, and looked through the +small opening in the gate; there was yet no one to be seen. +The clock struck half-past eight, and still another +half-hour was passed in waiting, while Morrel walked to and +fro, and gazed more and more frequently through the opening. +The garden became darker still, but in the darkness he +looked in vain for the white dress, and in the silence he +vainly listened for the sound of footsteps. The house, which +was discernible through the trees, remained in darkness, and +gave no indication that so important an event as the +signature of a marriage-contract was going on. Morrel looked +at his watch, which wanted a quarter to ten; but soon the +same clock he had already heard strike two or three times +rectified the error by striking half-past nine. + +This was already half an hour past the time Valentine had +fixed. It was a terrible moment for the young man. The +slightest rustling of the foliage, the least whistling of +the wind, attracted his attention, and drew the perspiration +to his brow; then he tremblingly fixed his ladder, and, not +to lose a moment, placed his foot on the first step. Amidst +all these alternations of hope and fear, the clock struck +ten. "It is impossible," said Maximilian, "that the signing +of a contract should occupy so long a time without +unexpected interruptions. I have weighed all the chances, +calculated the time required for all the forms; something +must have happened." And then he walked rapidly to and fro, +and pressed his burning forehead against the fence. Had +Valentine fainted? or had she been discovered and stopped in +her flight? These were the only obstacles which appeared +possible to the young man. + +The idea that her strength had failed her in attempting to +escape, and that she had fainted in one of the paths, was +the one that most impressed itself upon his mind. "In that +case," said he, "I should lose her, and by my own fault." He +dwelt on this idea for a moment, then it appeared reality. +He even thought he could perceive something on the ground at +a distance; he ventured to call, and it seemed to him that +the wind wafted back an almost inarticulate sigh. At last +the half-hour struck. It was impossible to wait longer, his +temples throbbed violently, his eyes were growing dim; he +passed one leg over the wall, and in a moment leaped down on +the other side. He was on Villefort's premises -- had +arrived there by scaling the wall. What might be the +consequences? However, he had not ventured thus far to draw +back. He followed a short distance close under the wall, +then crossed a path, hid entered a clump of trees. In a +moment he had passed through them, and could see the house +distinctly. Then Morrel saw that he had been right in +believing that the house was not illuminated. Instead of +lights at every window, as is customary on days of ceremony, +he saw only a gray mass, which was veiled also by a cloud, +which at that moment obscured the moon's feeble light. A +light moved rapidly from time to time past three windows of +the second floor. These three windows were in Madame de +Saint-Meran's room. Another remained motionless behind some +red curtains which were in Madame de Villefort's bedroom. +Morrel guessed all this. So many times, in order to follow +Valentine in thought at every hour in the day, had he made +her describe the whole house, that without having seen it he +knew it all. + +This darkness and silence alarmed Morrel still more than +Valentine's absence had done. Almost mad with grief, and +determined to venture everything in order to see Valentine +once more, and be certain of the misfortune he feared, +Morrel gained the edge of the clump of trees, and was going +to pass as quickly as possible through the flower-garden, +when the sound of a voice, still at some distance, but which +was borne upon the wind, reached him. + +At this sound, as he was already partially exposed to view, +he stepped back and concealed himself completely, remaining +perfectly motionless. He had formed his resolution. If it +was Valentine alone, he would speak as she passed; if she +was accompanied, and he could not speak, still he should see +her, and know that she was safe; if they were strangers, he +would listen to their conversation, and might understand +something of this hitherto incomprehensible mystery. The +moon had just then escaped from behind the cloud which had +concealed it, and Morrel saw Villefort come out upon the +steps, followed by a gentleman in black. They descended, and +advanced towards the clump of trees, and Morrel soon +recognized the other gentleman as Doctor d'Avrigny. + +The young man, seeing them approach, drew back mechanically, +until he found himself stopped by a sycamore-tree in the +centre of the clump; there he was compelled to remain. Soon +the two gentlemen stopped also. + +"Ah, my dear doctor," said the procureur, "heaven declares +itself against my house! What a dreadful death -- what a +blow! Seek not to console me; alas, nothing can alleviate so +great a sorrow -- the wound is too deep and too fresh! Dead, +dead!" The cold sweat sprang to the young man's brow, and +his teeth chattered. Who could be dead in that house, which +Villefort himself had called accursed? "My dear M. de +Villefort," replied the doctor, with a tone which redoubled +the terror of the young man, "I have not led you here to +console you; on the contrary" -- + +"What can you mean?" asked the procureur, alarmed. + +"I mean that behind the misfortune which has just happened +to you, there is another, perhaps, still greater." + +"Can it be possible?" murmured Villefort, clasping his +hands. "What are you going to tell me?" + +"Are we quite alone, my friend?" + +"Yes, quite; but why all these precautions?" + +"Because I have a terrible secret to communicate to you," +said the doctor. "Let us sit down." + +Villefort fell, rather than seated himself The doctor stood +before him, with one hand placed on his shoulder. Morrel, +horrified, supported his head with one hand, and with the +other pressed his heart, lest its beatings should be heard. +"Dead, dead!" repeated he within himself; and he felt as if +he were also dying. + +"Speak, doctor -- I am listening," said Villefort; "strike +-- I am prepared for everything!" + +"Madame de Saint-Meran was, doubtless, advancing in years, +but she enjoyed excellent health." Morrel began again to +breathe freely, which he had not done during the last ten +minutes. + +"Grief has consumed her," said Villefort -- "yes, grief, +doctor! After living forty years with the marquis" -- + +"It is not grief, my dear Villefort," said the doctor; +"grief may kill, although it rarely does, and never in a +day, never in an hour, never in ten minutes." Villefort +answered nothing, he simply raised his head, which had been +cast down before, and looked at the doctor with amazement. + +"Were you present during the last struggle?" asked M. +d'Avrigny. + +"I was," replied the procureur; "you begged me not to +leave." + +"Did you notice the symptoms of the disease to which Madame +de Saint-Meran has fallen a victim?" + +"I did. Madame de Saint-Meran had three successive attacks, +at intervals of some minutes, each one more serious than the +former. When you arrived, Madame de Saint-Meran had already +been panting for breath some minutes; she then had a fit, +which I took to be simply a nervous attack, and it was only +when I saw her raise herself in the bed, and her limbs and +neck appear stiffened, that I became really alarmed. Then I +understood from your countenance there was more to fear than +I had thought. This crisis past, I endeavored to catch your +eye, but could not. You held her hand -- you were feeling +her pulse -- and the second fit came on before you had +turned towards me. This was more terrible than the first; +the same nervous movements were repeated, and the mouth +contracted and turned purple." + +"And at the third she expired." + +"At the end of the first attack I discovered symptoms of +tetanus; you confirmed my opinion." + +"Yes, before others," replied the doctor; "but now we are +alone" -- + +"What are you going to say? Oh, spare me!" + +"That the symptoms of tetanus and poisoning by vegetable +substances are the same." M. de Villefort started from his +seat, then in a moment fell down again, silent and +motionless. Morrel knew not if he were dreaming or awake. +"Listen, said the doctor; "I know the full importance of the +statement I have just made, and the disposition of the man +to whom I have made it." + +"Do you speak to me as a magistrate or as a friend?" asked +Villefort. + +"As a friend, and only as a friend, at this moment. The +similarity in the symptoms of tetanus and poisoning by +vegetable substances is so great, that were I obliged to +affirm by oath what I have now stated, I should hesitate; I +therefore repeat to you, I speak not to a magistrate, but to +a friend. And to that friend I say. `During the +three-quarters of an hour that the struggle continued, I +watched the convulsions and the death of Madame de +Saint-Meran, and am thoroughly convinced that not only did +her death proceed from poison, but I could also specify the +poison.'" + +"Can it be possible?" + +"The symptoms are marked, do you see? -- sleep broken by +nervous spasms, excitation of the brain, torpor of the nerve +centres. Madame de Saint-Meran succumbed to a powerful dose +of brucine or of strychnine, which by some mistake, perhaps, +has been given to her." Villefort seized the doctor's hand. +"Oh, it is impossible," said he, "I must be dreaming! It is +frightful to hear such things from such a man as you! Tell +me, I entreat you, my dear doctor, that you may be +deceived." + +"Doubtless I may, but" -- + +"But?" + +"But I do not think so." + +"Have pity on me doctor! So many dreadful things have +happened to me lately that I am on the verge of madness." + +"Has any one besides me seen Madame de Saint-Meran?" + +"No." + +"Has anything been sent for from a chemist's that I have not +examined?" + +"Nothing." + +"Had Madame de Saint-Meran any enemies?" + +"Not to my knowledge." + +"Would her death affect any one's interest?" + +"It could not indeed, my daughter is her only heiress -- +Valentine alone. Oh, if such a thought could present itself, +I would stab myself to punish my heart for having for one +instant harbored it." + +"Indeed, my dear friend," said M. d'Avrigny, "I would not +accuse any one; I speak only of an accident, you understand, +-- of a mistake, -- but whether accident or mistake, the +fact is there; it is on my conscience and compels me to +speak aloud to you. Make inquiry." + +"Of whom? -- how? -- of what?" + +"May not Barrois, the old servant, have made a mistake, and +have given Madame de Saint-Meran a dose prepared for his +master?" + +"For my father?" + +"Yes." + +"But how could a dose prepared for M. Noirtier poison Madame +de Saint-Meran?" + +"Nothing is more simple. You know poisons become remedies in +certain diseases, of which paralysis is one. For instance, +having tried every other remedy to restore movement and +speech to M. Noirtier, I resolved to try one last means, and +for three months I have been giving him brucine; so that in +the last dose I ordered for him there were six grains. This +quantity, which is perfectly safe to administer to the +paralyzed frame of M. Noirtier, which has become gradually +accustomed to it, would be sufficient to kill another +person." + +"My dear doctor, there is no communication between M. +Noirtier's apartment and that of Madame de Saint-Meran, and +Barrois never entered my mother-in-law's room. In short, +doctor although I know you to be the most conscientious man +in the world, and although I place the utmost reliance in +you, I want, notwithstanding my conviction, to believe this +axiom, errare humanum est." + +"Is there one of my brethren in whom you have equal +confidence with myself?" + +"Why do you ask me that? -- what do you wish?" + +"Send for him; I will tell him what I have seen, and we will +consult together, and examine the body." + +"And you will find traces of poison?" + +"No, I did not say of poison, but we can prove what was the +state of the body; we shall discover the cause of her sudden +death, and we shall say, `Dear Villefort, if this thing has +been caused by negligence, watch over your servants; if from +hatred, watch your enemies.'" + +"What do you propose to me, d'Avrigny?" said Villefort in +despair; "so soon as another is admitted into our secret, an +inquest will become necessary; and an inquest in my house -- +impossible! Still," continued the procureur, looking at the +doctor with uneasiness, "if you wish it -- if you demand it, +why then it shall be done. But, doctor, you see me already +so grieved -- how can I introduce into my house so much +scandal, after so much sorrow? My wife and my daughter would +die of it! And I, doctor -- you know a man does not arrive +at the post I occupy -- one has not been king's attorney +twenty-five years without having amassed a tolerable number +of enemies; mine are numerous. Let this affair be talked of, +it will be a triumph for them, which will make them rejoice, +and cover me with shame. Pardon me, doctor, these worldly +ideas; were you a priest I should not dare tell you that, +but you are a man, and you know mankind. Doctor, pray recall +your words; you have said nothing, have you?" + +"My dear M. de Villefort," replied the doctor, "my first +duty is to humanity. I would have saved Madame de +Saint-Meran, if science could have done it; but she is dead +and my duty regards the living. Let us bury this terrible +secret in the deepest recesses of our hearts; I am willing, +if any one should suspect this, that my silence on the +subject should be imputed to my ignorance. Meanwhile, sir, +watch always -- watch carefully, for perhaps the evil may +not stop here. And when you have found the culprit, if you +find him, I will say to you, `You are a magistrate, do as +you will!'" + +"I thank you, doctor," said Villefort with indescribable +joy; "I never had a better friend than you." And, as if he +feared Doctor d'Avrigny would recall his promise, he hurried +him towards the house. + +When they were gone, Morrel ventured out from under the +trees, and the moon shone upon his face, which was so pale +it might have been taken for that of a ghost. "I am +manifestly protected in a most wonderful, but most terrible +manner," said he; "but Valentine, poor girl, how will she +bear so much sorrow?" + +As he thought thus, he looked alternately at the window with +red curtains and the three windows with white curtains. The +light had almost disappeared from the former; doubtless +Madame de Villefort had just put out her lamp, and the +nightlamp alone reflected its dull light on the window. At +the extremity of the building, on the contrary, he saw one +of the three windows open. A wax-light placed on the +mantle-piece threw some of its pale rays without, and a +shadow was seen for one moment on the balcony. Morrel +shuddered; he thought he heard a sob. + +It cannot be wondered at that his mind, generally so +courageous, but now disturbed by the two strongest human +passions, love and fear, was weakened even to the indulgence +of superstitious thoughts. Although it was impossible that +Valentine should see him, hidden as he was, he thought he +heard the shadow at the window call him; his disturbed mind +told him so. This double error became an irresistible +reality, and by one of the incomprehensible transports of +youth, he bounded from his hiding-place, and with two +strides, at the risk of being seen, at the risk of alarming +Valentine, at the risk of being discovered by some +exclamation which might escape the young girl, he crossed +the flower-garden, which by the light of the moon resembled +a large white lake, and having passed the rows of +orange-trees which extended in front of the house, he +reached the step, ran quickly up and pushed the door, which +opened without offering any resistance. Valentine had not +seen him. Her eyes, raised towards heaven, were watching a +silvery cloud gliding over the azure, its form that of a +shadow mounting towards heaven. Her poetic and excited mind +pictured it as the soul of her grandmother. + +Meanwhile, Morrel had traversed the anteroom and found the +staircase, which, being carpeted, prevented his approach +being heard, and he had regained that degree of confidence +that the presence of M. de Villefort even would not have +alarmed him. He was quite prepared for any such encounter. +He would at once approach Valentine's father and acknowledge +all, begging Villefort to pardon and sanction the love which +united two fond and loving hearts. Morrel was mad. Happily +he did not meet any one. Now, especially, did he find the +description Valentine had given of the interior of the house +useful to him; he arrived safely at the top of the +staircase, and while he was feeling his way, a sob indicated +the direction he was to take. He turned back, a door partly +open enabled him to see his road, and to hear the voice of +one in sorrow. He pushed the door open and entered. At the +other end of the room, under a white sheet which covered it, +lay the corpse, still more alarming to Morrel since the +account he had so unexpectedly overheard. By its side, on +her knees, and with her head buried in the cushion of an +easy-chair, was Valentine, trembling and sobbing, her hands +extended above her head, clasped and stiff. She had turned +from the window, which remained open, and was praying in +accents that would have affected the most unfeeling; her +words were rapid, incoherent, unintelligible, for the +burning weight of grief almost stopped her utterance. The +moon shining through the open blinds made the lamp appear to +burn paler, and cast a sepulchral hue over the whole scene. +Morrel could not resist this; he was not exemplary for +piety, he was not easily impressed, but Valentine suffering, +weeping, wringing her hands before him, was more than he +could bear in silence. He sighed, and whispered a name, and +the head bathed in tears and pressed on the velvet cushion +of the chair -- a head like that of a Magdalen by Correggio +-- was raised and turned towards him. Valentine perceived +him without betraying the least surprise. A heart +overwhelmed with one great grief is insensible to minor +emotions. Morrel held out his hand to her. Valentine, as her +only apology for not having met him, pointed to the corpse +under the sheet, and began to sob again. Neither dared for +some time to speak in that room. They hesitated to break the +silence which death seemed to impose; at length Valentine +ventured. + +"My friend," said she, "how came you here? Alas, I would say +you are welcome, had not death opened the way for you into +this house." + +"Valentine," said Morrel with a trembling voice, "I had +waited since half-past eight, and did not see you come; I +became uneasy, leaped the wall, found my way through the +garden, when voices conversing about the fatal event" -- + +"What voices ?" asked Valentine. Morrel shuddered as he +thought of the conversation of the doctor and M. de +Villefort, and he thought he could see through the sheet the +extended hands, the stiff neck, and the purple lips. + +"Your servants," said he, "who were repeating the whole of +the sorrowful story; from them I learned it all." + +"But it was risking the failure of our plan to come up here, +love." + +"Forgive me," replied Morrel; "I will go away." + +"No," said Valentine, "you might meet some one; stay." + +"But if any one should come here" -- + +The young girl shook her head. "No one will come," said she; +"do not fear, there is our safeguard," pointing to the bed. + +"But what has become of M. d'Epinay?" replied Morrel. + +"M. Franz arrived to sign the contract just as my dear +grandmother was dying." + +"Alas," said Morrel with a feeling of selfish joy; for he +thought this death would cause the wedding to be postponed +indefinitely. "But what redoubles my sorrow," continued the +young girl, as if this feeling was to receive its immediate +punishment, "is that the poor old lady, on her death-bed, +requested that the marriage might take place as soon as +possible; she also, thinking to protect me, was acting +against me." + +"Hark!" said Morrel. They both listened; steps were +distinctly heard in the corridor and on the stairs. + +"It is my father, who has just left his study." + +"To accompany the doctor to the door," added Morrel. + +"How do you know it is the doctor?" asked Valentine, +astonished. + +"I imagined it must be," said Morrel. Valentine looked at +the young man; they heard the street door close, then M. de +Villefort locked the garden door, and returned up-stairs. He +stopped a moment in the anteroom, as if hesitating whether +to turn to his own apartment or into Madame de +Saint-Meran's; Morrel concealed himself behind a door; +Valentine remained motionless, grief seeming to deprive her +of all fear. M. de Villefort passed on to his own room. +"Now," said Valentine, "you can neither go out by the front +door nor by the garden." Morrel looked at her with +astonishment. "There is but one way left you that is safe," +said she; "it is through my grandfather's room." She rose, +"Come," she added. -- "Where?" asked Maximilian. + +"To my grandfather's room." + +"I in M. Noirtier's apartment?" + +"Yes." + +"Can you mean it, Valentine?" + +"I have long wished it; he is my only remaining friend and +we both need his help, -- come." + +"Be careful, Valentine," said Morrel, hesitating to comply +with the young girl's wishes; "I now see my error -- I acted +like a madman in coming in here. Are you sure you are more +reasonable?" + +"Yes," said Valentine; "and I have but one scruple, -- that +of leaving my dear grandmother's remains, which I had +undertaken to watch." + +"Valentine," said Morrel, "death is in itself sacred." + +"Yes," said Valentine; "besides, it will not be for long." +She then crossed the corridor, and led the way down a narrow +staircase to M. Noirtier's room; Morrel followed her on +tiptoe; at the door they found the old servant. "Barrois," +said Valentine, "shut the door, and let no one come in." She +passed first. Noirtier, seated in his chair, and listening +to every sound, was watching the door; he saw Valentine, and +his eye brightened. There was something grave and solemn in +the approach of the young girl which struck the old man, and +immediately his bright eye began to interrogate. "Dear +grandfather." said she hurriedly, "you know poor grandmamma +died an hour since, and now I have no friend in the world +but you." His expressive eyes evinced the greatest +tenderness. "To you alone, then, may I confide my sorrows +and my hopes?" The paralytic motioned "Yes." Valentine took +Maximilian's hand. "Look attentively, then, at this +gentleman." The old man fixed his scrutinizing gaze with +slight astonishment on Morrel. "It is M. Maximilian Morrel," +said she; "the son of that good merchant of Marseilles, whom +you doubtless recollect." + +"Yes," said the old man. "He brings an irreproachable name, +which Maximilian is likely to render glorious, since at +thirty years of age he is a captain, an officer of the +Legion of Honor." The old man signified that he recollected +him. "Well, grandpapa," said Valentine, kneeling before him, +and pointing to Maximilian, "I love him, and will be only +his; were I compelled to marry another, I would destroy +myself." + +The eyes of the paralytic expressed a multitude of +tumultuous thoughts. "You like M. Maximilian Morrel, do you +not, grandpapa?" asked Valentine. + +"Yes." + +"And you will protect us, who are your children, against the +will of my father?" -- Noirtier cast an intelligent glance +at Morrel, as if to say, "perhaps I may." Maximilian +understood him. + +"Mademoiselle," said he, "you have a sacred duty to fulfil +in your deceased grandmother's room, will you allow me the +honor of a few minutes' conversation with M. Noirtier?" + +"That is it," said the old man's eye. Then he looked +anxiously at Valentine. + +"Do you fear he will not understand?" + +"Yes." + +"Oh, we have so often spoken of you, that he knows exactly +how I talk to you." Then turning to Maximilian, with an +adorable smile; although shaded by sorrow, -- "He knows +everything I know," said she. + +Valentine arose, placed a chair for Morrel, requested +Barrois not to admit any one, and having tenderly embraced +her grandfather, and sorrowfully taken leave of Morrel, she +went away. To prove to Noirtier that he was in Valentine's +confidence and knew all their secrets, Morrel took the +dictionary, a pen, and some paper, and placed them all on a +table where there was a light. + +"But first," said Morrel, "allow me, sir, to tell you who I +am, how much I love Mademoiselle Valentine, and what are my +designs respecting her." Noirtier made a sign that he would +listen. + +It was an imposing sight to witness this old man, apparently +a mere useless burden, becoming the sole protector, support, +and adviser of the lovers who were both young, beautiful, +and strong. His remarkably noble and austere expression +struck Morrel, who began his story with trembling. He +related the manner in which he had become acquainted with +Valentine, and how he had loved her, and that Valentine, in +her solitude and her misfortune, had accepted the offer of +his devotion. He told him his birth, his position, his +fortune, and more than once, when he consulted the look of +the paralytic, that look answered, "That is good, proceed." + +"And now," said Morrel, when he had finished the first part +of his recital, "now I have told you of my love and my +hopes, may I inform you of my intentions?" + +"Yes," signified the old man. + +"This was our resolution; a cabriolet was in waiting at the +gate, in which I intended to carry off Valentine to my +sister's house, to marry her, and to wait respectfully M. de +Villefort's pardon." + +"No," said Noirtier. + +"We must not do so?" + +"No." + +"You do not sanction our project?" + +"No." + +"There is another way," said Morrel. The old man's +interrogative eye said, "What?" + +"I will go," continued Maximilian, "I will seek M. Franz +d'Epinay -- I am happy to be able to mention this in +Mademoiselle de Villefort's absence -- and will conduct +myself toward him so as to compel him to challenge me." +Noirtier's look continued to interrogate. "You wish to know +what I will do?" + +"Yes." + +"I will find him, as I told you. I will tell him the ties +which bind me to Mademoiselle Valentine; if he be a sensible +man, he will prove it by renouncing of his own accord the +hand of his betrothed, and will secure my friendship, and +love until death; if he refuse, either through interest or +ridiculous pride, after I have proved to him that he would +be forcing my wife from me, that Valentine loves me, and +will have no other, I will fight with him, give him every +advantage, and I shall kill him, or he will kill me; if I am +victorious, he will not marry Valentine, and if I die, I am +very sure Valentine will not marry him." Noirtier watched, +with indescribable pleasure, this noble and sincere +countenance, on which every sentiment his tongue uttered was +depicted, adding by the expression of his fine features all +that coloring adds to a sound and faithful drawing. Still, +when Morrel had finished, he shut his eyes several times, +which was his manner of saying "No." + +"No?" said Morrel; "you disapprove of this second project, +as you did of the first?" + +"I do," signified the old man. + +"But what then must be done?" asked Morrel. "Madame de +Saint-Meran's last request was, that the marriage might not +be delayed; must I let things take their course?" Noirtier +did not move. "I understand," said Morrel; "I am to wait." + +"Yes." + +"But delay may ruin our plan, sir," replied the young man. +"Alone, Valentine has no power; she will be compelled to +submit. I am here almost miraculously, and can scarcely hope +for so good an opportunity to occur again. Believe me, there +are only the two plans I have proposed to you; forgive my +vanity, and tell me which you prefer. Do you authorize +Mademoiselle Valentine to intrust herself to my honor?" + +"No." + +"Do you prefer I should seek M. d'Epinay?" + +"No." + +"Whence then will come the help we need -- from chance?" +resumed Morrel. + +"No." + +"From you?" + +"Yes." + +"You thoroughly understand me, sir? Pardon my eagerness, for +my life depends on your answer. Will our help come from +you?" + +"Yes." + +"You are sure of it?" + +"Yes." There was so much firmness in the look which gave +this answer, no one could, at any rate, doubt his will, if +they did his power. "Oh, thank you a thousand times! But +how, unless a miracle should restore your speech, your +gesture, your movement, how can you, chained to that +arm-chair, dumb and motionless, oppose this marriage?" A +smile lit up the old man's face, a strange smile of the eyes +in a paralyzed face. "Then I must wait?" asked the young +man. + +"Yes." + +"But the contract?" The same smile returned. "Will you +assure me it shall not be signed?" + +"Yes," said Noirtier. + +"The contract shall not be signed!" cried Morrel. "Oh, +pardon me, sir; I can scarcely realize so great a happiness. +Will they not sign it?" + +"No," said the paralytic. Notwithstanding that assurance, +Morrel still hesitated. This promise of an impotent old man +was so strange that, instead of being the result of the +power of his will, it might emanate from enfeebled organs. +Is it not natural that the madman, ignorant of his folly, +should attempt things beyond his power? The weak man talks +of burdens he can raise, the timid of giants he can +confront, the poor of treasures he spends, the most humble +peasant, in the height of his pride, calls himself Jupiter. +Whether Noirtier understood the young man's indecision, or +whether he had not full confidence in his docility, he +looked uneasily at him. "What do you wish, sir?" asked +Morrel; "that I should renew my promise of remaining +tranquil?" Noirtier's eye remained fixed and firm, as if to +imply that a promise did not suffice; then it passed from +his face to his hands. + +"Shall I swear to you, sir?" asked Maximilian. + +"Yes?" said the paralytic with the same solemnity. Morrel +understood that the old man attached great importance to an +oath. He extended his hand. + +"I swear to you, on my honor," said he, "to await your +decision respecting the course I am to pursue with M. +d'Epinay." + +"That is right," said the old man. + +"Now," said Morrel, "do you wish me to retire?" + +"Yes." + +"Without seeing Mademoiselle Valentine?" + +"Yes." + +Morrel made a sign that he was ready to obey. "But," said +he, "first allow me to embrace you as your daughter did just +now." Noirtier's expression could not be understood. The +young man pressed his lips on the same spot, on the old +man's forehead, where Valentine's had been. Then he bowed a +second time and retired. He found outside the door the old +servant, to whom Valentine had given directions. Morrel was +conducted along a dark passage, which led to a little door +opening on the garden, soon found the spot where he had +entered, with the assistance of the shrubs gained the top of +the wall, and by his ladder was in an instant in the +clover-field where his cabriolet was still waiting for him. +He got in it, and thoroughly wearied by so many emotions, +arrived about midnight in the Rue Meslay, threw himself on +his bed and slept soundly. + + + +Chapter 74 +The Villefort Family Vault. + +Two days after, a considerable crowd was assembled, towards +ten o'clock in the morning, around the door of M. de +Villefort's house, and a long file of mourning-coaches and +private carriages extended along the Faubourg Saint-Honore +and the Rue de la Pepiniere. Among them was one of a very +singular form, which appeared to have come from a distance. +It was a kind of covered wagon, painted black, and was one +of the first to arrive. Inquiry was made, and it was +ascertained that, by a strange coincidence, this carriage +contained the corpse of the Marquis de Saint-Meran, and that +those who had come thinking to attend one funeral would +follow two. Their number was great. The Marquis de +Saint-Meran, one of the most zealous and faithful +dignitaries of Louis XVIII. and King Charles X., had +preserved a great number of friends, and these, added to the +personages whom the usages of society gave Villefort a claim +on, formed a considerable body. + +Due information was given to the authorities, and permission +obtained that the two funerals should take place at the same +time. A second hearse, decked with the same funereal pomp, +was brought to M. de Villefort's door, and the coffin +removed into it from the post-wagon. The two bodies were to +be interred in the cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise, where M. de +Villefort had long since had a tomb prepared for the +reception of his family. The remains of poor Renee were +already deposited there, and now, after ten years of +separation, her father and mother were to be reunited with +her. The Parisians, always curious, always affected by +funereal display, looked on with religious silence while the +splendid procession accompanied to their last abode two of +the number of the old aristocracy -- the greatest protectors +of commerce and sincere devotees to their principles. In one +of the mourning-coaches Beauchamp, Debray, and +Chateau-Renaud were talking of the very sudden death of the +marchioness. "I saw Madame de Saint-Meran only last year at +Marseilles, when I was coming back from Algiers," said +Chateau-Renaud; "she looked like a woman destined to live to +be a hundred years old, from her apparent sound health and +great activity of mind and body. How old was she?" + +"Franz assured me," replied Albert, "that she was sixty-six +years old. But she has not died of old age, but of grief; it +appears that since the death of the marquis, which affected +her very deeply, she has not completely recovered her +reason." + +"But of what disease, then, did she die?" asked Debray. + +"It is said to have been a congestion of the brain, or +apoplexy, which is the same thing, is it not?" + +"Nearly." + +"It is difficult to believe that it was apoplexy," said +Beauchamp. "Madame de Saint-Meran, whom I once saw, was +short, of slender form, and of a much more nervous than +sanguine temperament; grief could hardly produce apoplexy in +such a constitution as that of Madame de Saint-Meran." + +"At any rate," said Albert, "whatever disease or doctor may +have killed her, M. de Villefort, or rather, Mademoiselle +Valentine, -- or, still rather, our friend Franz, inherits a +magnificent fortune, amounting, I believe, to 80,000 livres +per annum." + +"And this fortune will be doubled at the death of the old +Jacobin, Noirtier." + +"That is a tenacious old grandfather," said Beauchamp. +"Tenacem propositi virum. I think he must have made an +agreement with death to outlive all his heirs, and he +appears likely to succeed. He resembles the old +Conventionalist of '93, who said to Napoleon, in 1814, `You +bend because your empire is a young stem, weakened by rapid +growth. Take the Republic for a tutor; let us return with +renewed strength to the battle-field, and I promise you +500,000 soldiers, another Marengo, and a second Austerlitz. +Ideas do not become extinct, sire; they slumber sometimes, +but only revive the stronger before they sleep entirely.' +Ideas and men appeared the same to him. One thing only +puzzles me, namely, how Franz d'Epinay will like a +grandfather who cannot be separated from his wife. But where +is Franz?" + +"In the first carriage, with M. de Villefort, who considers +him already as one of the family." + +Such was the conversation in almost all the carriages; these +two sudden deaths, so quickly following each other, +astonished every one, but no one suspected the terrible +secret which M. d'Avrigny had communicated, in his nocturnal +walk to M. de Villefort. They arrived in about an hour at +the cemetery; the weather was mild, but dull, and in harmony +with the funeral ceremony. Among the groups which flocked +towards the family vault, Chateau-Renaud recognized Morrel, +who had come alone in a cabriolet, and walked silently along +the path bordered with yew-trees. "You here?" said +Chateau-Renaud, passing his arms through the young +captain's; "are you a friend of Villefort's? How is it that +I have never met you at his house?" + +"I am no acquaintance of M. de Villefort's." answered +Morrel, "but I was of Madame de Saint-Meran." Albert came up +to them at this moment with Franz. + +"The time and place are but ill-suited for an introduction." +said Albert; "but we are not superstitious. M. Morrel, allow +me to present to you M. Franz d'Epinay, a delightful +travelling companion, with whom I made the tour of Italy. My +dear Franz, M. Maximilian Morrel, an excellent friend I have +acquired in your absence, and whose name you will hear me +mention every time I make any allusion to affection, wit, or +amiability." Morrel hesitated for a moment; he feared it +would be hypocritical to accost in a friendly manner the man +whom he was tacitly opposing, but his oath and the gravity +of the circumstances recurred to his memory; he struggled to +conceal his emotion and bowed to Franz. "Mademoiselle de +Villefort is in deep sorrow, is she not?" said Debray to +Franz. + +"Extremely," replied he; "she looked so pale this morning, I +scarcely knew her." These apparently simple words pierced +Morrel to the heart. This man had seen Valentine, and spoken +to her! The young and high-spirited officer required all his +strength of mind to resist breaking his oath. He took the +arm of Chateau-Renaud, and turned towards the vault, where +the attendants had already placed the two coffins. "This is +a magnificent habitation," said Beauchamp, looking towards +the mausoleum; "a summer and winter palace. You will, in +turn, enter it, my dear d'Epinay, for you will soon be +numbered as one of the family. I, as a philosopher, should +like a little country-house, a cottage down there under the +trees, without so many free-stones over my poor body. In +dying, I will say to those around me what Voltaire wrote to +Piron: `Eo rus, and all will be over.' But come, Franz, take +courage, your wife is an heiress." + +"Indeed, Beauchamp, you are unbearable. Politics has made +you laugh at everything, and political men have made you +disbelieve everything. But when you have the honor of +associating with ordinary men, and the pleasure of leaving +politics for a moment, try to find your affectionate heart, +which you leave with your stick when you go to the Chamber." + +"But tell me," said Beauchamp, "what is life? Is it not a +hall in Death's anteroom?" + +"I am prejudiced against Beauchamp," said Albert, drawing +Franz away, and leaving the former to finish his +philosophical dissertation with Debray. The Villefort vault +formed a square of white stones, about twenty feet high; an +interior partition separated the two families, and each +apartment had its entrance door. Here were not, as in other +tombs, ignoble drawers, one above another, where thrift +bestows its dead and labels them like specimens in a museum; +all that was visible within the bronze gates was a +gloomy-looking room, separated by a wall from the vault +itself. The two doors before mentioned were in the middle of +this wall, and enclosed the Villefort and Saint-Meran +coffins. There grief might freely expend itself without +being disturbed by the trifling loungers who came from a +picnic party to visit Pere-la-Chaise, or by lovers who make +it their rendezvous. + +The two coffins were placed on trestles previously prepared +for their reception in the right-hand crypt belonging to the +Saint-Meran family. Villefort, Franz, and a few near +relatives alone entered the sanctuary. + +As the religious ceremonies had all been performed at the +door, and there was no address given, the party all +separated; Chateau-Renaud, Albert, and Morrel, went one way, +and Debray and Beauchamp the other. Franz remained with M. +de Villefort; at the gate of the cemetery Morrel made an +excuse to wait; he saw Franz and M. de Villefort get into +the same mourning coach, and thought this meeting forboded +evil. He then returned to Paris, and although in the same +carriage with Chateau-Renaud and Albert, he did not hear one +word of their conversation. As Franz was about to take leave +of M. de Villefort, "When shall I see you again?" said the +latter. + +"At what time you please, sir," replied Franz. + +"As soon as possible." + +"I am at your command, sir; shall we return together?" + +"If not unpleasant to you." + +"On the contrary, I shall feel much pleasure." Thus, the +future father and son-in-law stepped into the same carriage, +and Morrel, seeing them pass, became uneasy. Villefort and +Franz returned to the Faubourg Saint-Honore. The procureur, +without going to see either his wife or his daughter, went +at once to his study, and, offering the young man a chair, +-- "M. d'Epinay," said he, "allow me to remind you at this +moment, -- which is perhaps not so ill-chosen as at first +sight may appear, for obedience to the wishes of the +departed is the first offering which should be made at their +tomb, -- allow me then to remind you of the wish expressed +by Madame de Saint-Meran on her death-bed, that Valentine's +wedding might not be deferred. You know the affairs of the +deceased are in perfect order, and her will bequeaths to +Valentine the entire property of the Saint-Meran family; the +notary showed me the documents yesterday, which will enable +us to draw up the contract immediately. You may call on the +notary, M. Deschamps, Place Beauveau, Faubourg Saint-Honore, +and you have my authority to inspect those deeds." + +"Sir," replied M. d'Epinay, "it is not, perhaps, the moment +for Mademoiselle Valentine, who is in deep distress, to +think of a husband; indeed, I fear" -- + +"Valentine will have no greater pleasure than that of +fulfilling her grandmother's last injunctions; there will be +no obstacle from that quarter, I assure you." + +"In that case," replied Franz, "as I shall raise none, you +may make arrangements when you please; I have pledged my +word, and shall feel pleasure and happiness in adhering to +it." + +"Then," said Villefort, "nothing further is required. The +contract was to have been signed three days since; we shall +find it all ready, and can sign it to-day." + +"But the mourning?" said Franz, hesitating. + +"Don't be uneasy on that score," replied Villefort; "no +ceremony will be neglected in my house. Mademoiselle de +Villefort may retire during the prescribed three months to +her estate of Saint-Meran; I say hers, for she inherits it +to-day. There, after a few days, if you like, the civil +marriage shall be celebrated without pomp or ceremony. +Madame de Saint-Meran wished her daughter should be married +there. When that in over, you, sir, can return to Paris, +while your wife passes the time of her mourning with her +mother-in-law." + +"As you please, sir," said Franz. + +"Then," replied M. de Villefort, "have the kindness to wait +half an hour; Valentine shall come down into the +drawing-room. I will send for M. Deschamps; we will read and +sign the contract before we separate, and this evening +Madame de Villefort; shall accompany Valentine to her +estate, where we will rejoin them in a week." + +"Sir," said Franz, "I have one request to make." + +"What is it?" + +"I wish Albert de Morcerf and Raoul de Chateau-Renaud to be +present at this signature; you know they are my witnesses." + +"Half an hour will suffice to apprise them; will you go for +them yourself, or shall you send?" + +"I prefer going, sir." + +"I shall expect you, then, in half an hour, baron, and +Valentine will be ready." Franz bowed and left the room. +Scarcely had the door closed, when M. de Villefort sent to +tell Valentine to be ready in the drawing-room in half an +hour, as he expected the notary and M. d'Epinay and his +witnesses. The news caused a great sensation throughout the +house; Madame de Villefort would not believe it, and +Valentine was thunderstruck. She looked around for help, and +would have gone down to her grandfather's room, but on the +stairs she met M. de Villefort, who took her arm and led her +into the drawing-room. In the anteroom, Valentine met +Barrois, and looked despairingly at the old servant. A +moment later, Madame de Villefort entered the drawing-room +with her little Edward. It was evident that she had shared +the grief of the family, for she was pale and looked +fatigued. She sat down, took Edward on her knees, and from +time to time pressed this child, on whom her affections +appeared centred, almost convulsively to her bosom. Two +carriages were soon heard to enter the court yard. One was +the notary's; the other, that of Franz and his friends. In a +moment the whole party was assembled. Valentine was so pale +one might trace the blue veins from her temples, round her +eyes and down her cheeks. Franz was deeply affected. +Chateau-Renaud and Albert looked at each other with +amazement; the ceremony which was just concluded had not +appeared more sorrowful than did that which was about to +begin. Madame de Villefort had placed herself in the shadow +behind a velvet curtain, and as she constantly bent over her +child, it was difficult to read the expression of her face. +M. de Villefort was, as usual, unmoved. + +The notary, after having according to the customary method +arranged the papers on the table, taken his place in an +armchair, and raised his spectacles, turned towards Franz: + +"Are you M. Franz de Quesnel, baron d'Epinay?" asked he, +although he knew it perfectly. + +"Yes, sir," replied Franz. The notary bowed. "I have, then, +to inform you, sir, at the request of M. de Villefort, that +your projected marriage with Mademoiselle de Villefort has +changed the feeling of M. Noirtier towards his grandchild, +and that he disinherits her entirely of the fortune he would +have left her. Let me hasten to add," continued he, "that +the testator, having only the right to alienate a part of +his fortune, and having alienated it all, the will will not +bear scrutiny, and is declared null and void." + +"Yes." said Villefort; "but I warn M. d'Epinay, that during +my life-time my father's will shall never be questioned, my +position forbidding any doubt to be entertained." + +"Sir," said Franz, "I regret much that such a question has +been raised in the presence of Mademoiselle Valentine; I +have never inquired the amount of her fortune, which, +however limited it may be, exceeds mine. My family has +sought consideration in this alliance with M. de Villefort; +all I seek is happiness." Valentine imperceptibly thanked +him, while two silent tears rolled down her cheeks. +"Besides, sir," said Villefort, addressing himself to his +future son-in-law, "excepting the loss of a portion of your +hopes, this unexpected will need not personally wound you; +M. Noirtier's weakness of mind sufficiently explains it. It +is not because Mademoiselle Valentine is going to marry you +that he is angry, but because she will marry, a union with +any other would have caused him the same sorrow. Old age is +selfish, sir, and Mademoiselle de Villefort has been a +faithful companion to M. Noirtier, which she cannot be when +she becomes the Baroness d'Epinay. My father's melancholy +state prevents our speaking to him on any subjects, which +the weakness of his mind would incapacitate him from +understanding, and I am perfectly convinced that at the +present time, although, he knows that his granddaughter is +going to be married, M. Noirtier has even forgotten the name +of his intended grandson." M. de Villefort had scarcely said +this, when the door opened, and Barrois appeared. + +"Gentlemen," said he, in a tone strangely firm for a servant +speaking to his masters under such solemn circumstances, -- +"gentlemen, M. Noirtier de Villefort wishes to speak +immediately to M. Franz de Quesnel, baron d'Epinay;" he, as +well as the notary, that there might be no mistake in the +person, gave all his titles to the bride-groom elect. + +Villefort started, Madame de Villefort let her son slip from +her knees, Valentine rose, pale and dumb as a statue. Albert +and Chateau-Renaud exchanged a second look, more full of +amazement than the first. The notary looked at Villefort. +"It is impossible," said the procureur. "M. d'Epinay cannot +leave the drawing-room at present." + +"It is at this moment," replied Barrois with the same +firmness, "that M. Noirtier, my master, wishes to speak on +important subjects to M. Franz d'Epinay." + +"Grandpapa Noirtier can speak now, then," said Edward, with +his habitual quickness. However, his remark did not make +Madame de Villefort even smile, so much was every mind +engaged, and so solemn was the situation. Astonishment was +at its height. Something like a smile was perceptible on +Madame de Villefort's countenance. Valentine instinctively +raised her eyes, as if to thank heaven. + +"Pray go, Valentine," said; M. de Villefort, "and see what +this new fancy of your grandfather's is." Valentine rose +quickly, and was hastening joyfully towards the door, when +M. de Villefort altered his intention. + +"Stop," said he; "I will go with you." + +"Excuse me, sir," said Franz, "since M. Noirtier sent for +me, I am ready to attend to his wish; besides, I shall be +happy to pay my respects to him, not having yet had the +honor of doing so." + +"Pray, sir," said Villefort with marked uneasiness, "do not +disturb yourself." + +"Forgive me, sir," said Franz in a resolute tone. "I would +not lose this opportunity of proving to M. Noirtier how +wrong it would be of him to encourage feelings of dislike to +me, which I am determined to conquer, whatever they may be, +by my devotion." And without listening to Villefort he +arose, and followed Valentine, who was running down-stairs +with the joy of a shipwrecked mariner who finds a rock to +cling to. M. de Villefort followed them. Chateau-Renaud and +Morcerf exchanged a third look of still increasing wonder. + + + +Chapter 75 +A Signed Statement. + +Noirtier was prepared to receive them, dressed in black, and +installed in his arm-chair. When the three persons he +expected had entered, he looked at the door, which his valet +immediately closed. + +"Listen," whispered Villefort to Valentine, who could not +conceal her joy; "if M. Noirtier wishes to communicate +anything which would delay your marriage, I forbid you to +understand him." Valentine blushed, but did not answer. +Villefort, approaching Noirtier -- "Here is M. Franz +d'Epinay," said he; "you requested to see him. We have all +wished for this interview, and I trust it will convince you +how ill-formed are your objections to Valentine's marriage." + +Noirtier answered only by a look which made Villefort's +blood run cold. He motioned to Valentine to approach. In a +moment, thanks to her habit of conversing with her +grandfather, she understood that he asked for a key. Then +his eye was fixed on the drawer of a small chest between the +windows. She opened the drawer, and found a key; and, +understanding that was what he wanted, again watched his +eyes, which turned toward an old secretary which had been +neglected for many years and was supposed to contain nothing +but useless documents. "Shall I open the secretary?" asked +Valentine. + +"Yes," said the old man. + +"And the drawers?" + +"Yes." + +"Those at the side?" + +"No." + +"The middle one?" + +"Yes." Valentine opened it and drew out a bundle of papers. +"Is that what you wish for?" asked she. + +"No." + +She took successively all the other papers out till the +drawer was empty. "But there are no more," said she. +Noirtier's eye was fixed on the dictionary. "Yes, I +understand, grandfather," said the young girl. + +"He pointed to each letter of the alphabet. At the letter S +the old man stopped her. She opened, and found the word +"secret." + +"Ah, is there a secret spring?" said Valentine. + +"Yes," said Noirtier. + +"And who knows it?" Noirtier looked at the door where the +servant had gone out. "Barrois?" said she. + +"Yes." + +"Shall I call him?" + +"Yes." + +Valentine went to the door, and called Barrois. Villefort's +impatience during this scene made the perspiration roll from +his forehead, and Franz was stupefied. The old servant came. +"Barrois," said Valentine, "my grandfather has told me to +open that drawer in the secretary, but there is a secret +spring in it, which you know -- will you open it?" + +Barrois looked at the old man. "Obey," said Noirtier's +intelligent eye. Barrois touched a spring, the false bottom +came out, and they saw a bundle of papers tied with a black +string. + +"Is that what you wish for?" said Barrois. + +"Yes." + +"Shall I give these papers to M. de Villefort?" + +"No." + +"To Mademoiselle Valentine?" + +"No." + +"To M. Franz d'Epinay?" + +"Yes." + +Franz, astonished, advanced a step. "To me, sir?" said he. + +"Yes." Franz took them from Barrois and casting a glance at +the cover, read: -- + +"`To be given, after my death, to General Durand, who shall +bequeath the packet to his son, with an injunction to +preserve it as containing an important document.' + +"Well, sir," asked Franz, "what do you wish me to do with +this paper?" + +"To preserve it, sealed up as it is, doubtless," said the +procureur. + +"No," replied Noirtier eagerly. + +"Do you wish him to read it?" said Valentine. + +"Yes," replied the old man. "You understand, baron, my +grandfather wishes you to read this paper," said Valentine. + +"Then let us sit down," said Villefort impatiently, "for it +will take some time." + +"Sit down," said the old man. Villefort took a chair, but +Valentine remained standing by her father's side, and Franz +before him, holding the mysterious paper in his hand. +"Read," said the old man. Franz untied it, and in the midst +of the most profound silence read: + +"`Extract from the Report of a meeting of the Bonapartist +Club in the Rue Saint-Jacques, held February 5th, 1815.'" + +Franz stopped. "February 5th, 1815!" said he; "it is the day +my father was murdered." Valentine and Villefort were dumb; +the eye of the old man alone seemed to say clearly, "Go on." + +"But it was on leaving this club," said he, "my father +disappeared." Noirtier's eye continued to say, "Read." He +resumed: -- + +"`The undersigned Louis Jacques Beaurepaire, +lieutenant-colonel of artillery, Etienne Duchampy, general +of brigade, and Claude Lecharpal, keeper of woods and +forests, Declare, that on the 4th of February, a letter +arrived from the Island of Elba, recommending to the +kindness and the confidence of the Bonapartist Club, General +Flavien de Quesnel, who having served the emperor from 1804 +to 1814 was supposed to be devoted to the interests of the +Napoleon dynasty, notwithstanding the title of baron which +Louis XVIII. had just granted to him with his estate of +Epinay. + +"`A note was in consequence addressed to General de Quesnel, +begging him to be present at the meeting next day, the 5th. +The note indicated neither the street nor the number of the +house where the meeting was to be held; it bore no +signature, but it announced to the general that some one +would call for him if he would be ready at nine o'clock. The +meetings were always held from that time till midnight. At +nine o'clock the president of the club presented himself; +the general was ready, the president informed him that one +of the conditions of his introduction was that he should be +eternally ignorant of the place of meeting, and that he +would allow his eyes to be bandaged, swearing that he would +not endeavor to take off the bandage. General de Quesnel +accepted the condition, and promised on his honor not to +seek to discover the road they took. The general's carriage +was ready, but the president told him it was impossible for +him to use it, since it was useless to blindfold the master +if the coachman knew through what streets he went. "What +must be done then?" asked the general. -- "I have my +carriage here," said the president. + +"`"Have you, then, so much confidence in your servant that +you can intrust him with a secret you will not allow me to +know?" + +"`"Our coachman is a member of the club," said the +president; "we shall be driven by a State-Councillor." + +"`"Then we run another risk," said the general, laughing, +"that of being upset." We insert this joke to prove that the +general was not in the least compelled to attend the +meeting, but that he came willingly. When they were seated +in the carriage the president reminded the general of his +promise to allow his eyes to be bandaged, to which he made +no opposition. On the road the president thought he saw the +general make an attempt to remove the handkerchief, and +reminded him of his oath. "Sure enough," said the general. +The carriage stopped at an alley leading out of the Rue +Saint-Jacques. The general alighted, leaning on the arm of +the president, of whose dignity he was not aware, +considering him simply as a member of the club; they went +through the alley, mounted a flight of stairs, and entered +the assembly-room. + +"`"The deliberations had already begun. The members, +apprised of the sort of presentation which was to be made +that evening, were all in attendance. When in the middle of +the room the general was invited to remove his bandage, he +did so immediately, and was surprised to see so many +well-known faces in a society of whose existence he had till +then been ignorant. They questioned him as to his +sentiments, but he contented himself with answering, that +the letters from the Island of Elba ought to have informed +them'" -- + +Franz interrupted himself by saying, "My father was a +royalist; they need not have asked his sentiments, which +were well known." + +"And hence," said Villefort, "arose my affection for your +father, my dear M. Franz. Opinions held in common are a +ready bond of union." + +"Read again," said the old man. Franz continued: -- + +"`The president then sought to make him speak more +explicitly, but M. de Quesnel replied that he wished first +to know what they wanted with him. He was then informed of +the contents of the letter from the Island of Elba, in which +he was recommended to the club as a man who would be likely +to advance the interests of their party. One paragraph spoke +of the return of Bonaparte and promised another letter and +further details, on the arrival of the Pharaon belonging to +the shipbuilder Morrel, of Marseilles, whose captain was +entirely devoted to the emperor. During all this time, the +general, on whom they thought to have relied as on a +brother, manifested evidently signs of discontent and +repugnance. When the reading was finished, he remained +silent, with knitted brows. + +"`"Well," asked the president, "what do you say to this +letter, general?" + +"`"I say that it is too soon after declaring myself for +Louis XVIII. to break my vow in behalf of the ex-emperor." +This answer was too clear to permit of any mistake as to his +sentiments. "General," said the president, "we acknowledge +no King Louis XVIII., or an ex-emperor, but his majesty the +emperor and king, driven from France, which is his kingdom, +by violence and treason." + +"`"Excuse me, gentlemen," said the general; "you may not +acknowledge Louis XVIII., but I do, as he has made me a +baron and a field-marshal, and I shall never forget that for +these two titles I am indebted to his happy return to +France." + +"`"Sir," said the president, rising with gravity, "be +careful what you say; your words clearly show us that they +are deceived concerning you in the Island of Elba, and have +deceived us! The communication has been made to you in +consequence of the confidence placed in you, and which does +you honor. Now we discover our error; a title and promotion +attach you to the government we wish to overturn. We will +not constrain you to help us; we enroll no one against his +conscience, but we will compel you to act generously, even +if you are not disposed to do so." + +"`"You would call acting generously, knowing your conspiracy +and not informing against you, that is what I should call +becoming your accomplice. You see I am more candid than +you."'" + +"Ah, my father!" said Franz, interrupting himself. "I +understand now why they murdered him." Valentine could not +help casting one glance towards the young man, whose filial +enthusiasm it was delightful to behold. Villefort walked to +and fro behind them. Noirtier watched the expression of each +one, and preserved his dignified and commanding attitude. +Franz returned to the manuscript, and continued: -- + +"`"Sir," said the president, "you have been invited to join +this assembly -- you were not forced here; it was proposed +to you to come blindfolded -- you accepted. When you +complied with this twofold request you well knew we did not +wish to secure the throne of Louis XVIII., or we should not +take so much care to avoid the vigilance of the police. It +would be conceding too much to allow you to put on a mask to +aid you in the discovery of our secret, and then to remove +it that you may ruin those who have confided in you. No, no, +you must first say if you declare yourself for the king of a +day who now reigns, or for his majesty the emperor." + +"`"I am a royalist," replied the general; "I have taken the +oath of allegiance to Louis XVIII., and I will adhere to +it." These words were followed by a general murmur, and it +was evident that several of the members were discussing the +propriety of making the general repent of his rashness. + +"`The president again arose, and having imposed silence, +said, -- "Sir, you are too serious and too sensible a man +not to understand the consequences of our present situation, +and your candor has already dictated to us the conditions +which remain for us to offer you." The general, putting his +hand on his sword, exclaimed, -- "If you talk of honor, do +not begin by disavowing its laws, and impose nothing by +violence." + +"`"And you, sir," continued the president, with a calmness +still more terrible than the general's anger, "I advise you +not to touch your sword." The general looked around him with +slight uneasiness; however he did not yield, but calling up +all his fortitude, said, -- "I will not swear." + +"`"Then you must die," replied the president calmly. M. +d'Epinay became very pale; he looked round him a second +time, several members of the club were whispering, and +getting their arms from under their cloaks. "General," said +the president, "do not alarm yourself; you are among men of +honor who will use every means to convince you before +resorting to the last extremity, but as you have said, you +are among conspirators, you are in possession of our secret, +and you must restore it to us." A significant silence +followed these words, and as the general did not reply, -- +"Close the doors," said the president to the door-keeper. + +"`The same deadly silence succeeded these words. Then the +general advanced, and making a violent effort to control his +feelings, -- "I have a son," said he, "and I ought to think +of him, finding myself among assassins." + +"`"General," said the chief of the assembly, "one man may +insult fifty -- it is the privilege of weakness. But he does +wrong to use his privilege. Follow my advice, swear, and do +not insult." The general, again daunted by the superiority +of the chief, hesitated a moment; then advancing to the +president's desk, -- "What is the form, said he. + +"`"It is this: -- `I swear by my honor not to reveal to any +one what I have seen and heard on the 5th of February, 1815, +between nine and ten o'clock in the evening; and I plead +guilty of death should I ever violate this oath.'" The +general appeared to be affected by a nervous tremor, which +prevented his answering for some moments; then, overcoming +his manifest repugnance, he pronounced the required oath, +but in so low a tone as to be scarcely audible to the +majority of the members, who insisted on his repeating it +clearly and distinctly, which he did. + +"`"Now am I at liberty to retire?" said the general. The +president rose, appointed three members to accompany him, +and got into the carriage with the general after bandaging +his eyes. One of those three members was the coachman who +had driven them there. The other members silently dispersed. +"Where do you wish to be taken?" asked the president. -- +"Anywhere out of your presence," replied M. d'Epinay. +"Beware, sir," replied the president, "you are no longer in +the assembly, and have only to do with individuals; do not +insult them unless you wish to be held responsible." But +instead of listening, M. d'Epinay went on, -- "You are still +as brave in your carriage as in your assembly because you +are still four against one." The president stopped the +coach. They were at that part of the Quai des Ormes where +the steps lead down to the river. "Why do you stop here?" +asked d'Epinay. + +"`"Because, sir," said the president, "you have insulted a +man, and that man will not go one step farther without +demanding honorable reparation." + +"`"Another method of assassination?" said the general, +shrugging his shoulders. + +"`"Make no noise, sir, unless you wish me to consider you as +one of the men of whom you spoke just now as cowards, who +take their weakness for a shield. You are alone, one alone +shall answer you; you have a sword by your side, I have one +in my cane; you have no witness, one of these gentlemen will +serve you. Now, if you please, remove your bandage." The +general tore the handkerchief from his eyes. "At last," said +he, "I shall know with whom I have to do." They opened the +door and the four men alighted.'" + +Franz again interrupted himself, and wiped the cold drops +from his brow; there was something awful in hearing the son +read aloud in trembling pallor these details of his father's +death, which had hitherto been a mystery. Valentine clasped +her hands as if in prayer. Noirtier looked at Villefort with +an almost sublime expression of contempt and pride. Franz +continued: -- + +"`It was, as we said, the fifth of February. For three days +the mercury had been five or six degrees below freezing and +the steps were covered with ice. The general was stout and +tall, the president offered him the side of the railing to +assist him in getting down. The two witnesses followed. It +was a dark night. The ground from the steps to the river was +covered with snow and hoarfrost, the water of the river +looked black and deep. One of the seconds went for a lantern +in a coal-barge near, and by its light they examined the +weapons. The president's sword, which was simply, as he had +said, one he carried in his cane, was five inches shorter +than the general's, and had no guard. The general proposed +to cast lots for the swords, but the president said it was +he who had given the provocation, and when he had given it +he had supposed each would use his own arms. The witnesses +endeavored to insist, but the president bade them be silent. +The lantern was placed on the ground, the two adversaries +took their stations, and the duel began. The light made the +two swords appear like flashes of lightning; as for the men, +they were scarcely perceptible, the darkness was so great. + +"`General d'Epinay passed for one of the best swordsmen in +the army, but he was pressed so closely in the onset that he +missed his aim and fell. The witnesses thought he was dead, +but his adversary, who knew he had not struck him, offered +him the assistance of his hand to rise. The circumstance +irritated instead of calming the general, and he rushed on +his adversary. But his opponent did not allow his guard to +be broken. He received him on his sword and three times the +general drew back on finding himself too closely engaged, +and then returned to the charge. At the third he fell again. +They thought he slipped, as at first, and the witnesses, +seeing he did not move, approached and endeavored to raise +him, but the one who passed his arm around the body found it +was moistened with blood. The general, who had almost +fainted, revived. "Ah," said he, "they have sent some +fencing-master to fight with me." The president, without +answering, approached the witness who held the lantern, and +raising his sleeve, showed him two wounds he had received in +his arm; then opening his coat, and unbuttoning his +waistcoat, displayed his side, pierced with a third wound. +Still he had not even uttered a sigh. General d'Epinay died +five minutes after.'" + +Franz read these last words in a voice so choked that they +were hardly audible, and then stopped, passing his hand over +his eyes as if to dispel a cloud; but after a moment's +silence, he continued: -- + +"`The president went up the steps, after pushing his sword +into his cane; a track of blood on the snow marked his +course. He had scarcely arrived at the top when he heard a +heavy splash in the water -- it was the general's body, +which the witnesses had just thrown into the river after +ascertaining that he was dead. The general fell, then, in a +loyal duel, and not in ambush as it might have been +reported. In proof of this we have signed this paper to +establish the truth of the facts, lest the moment should +arrive when either of the actors in this terrible scene +should be accused of premeditated murder or of infringement +of the laws of honor. + +"`Signed, Beaurepaire, Deschamps, and Lecharpal.'" + +When Franz had finished reading this account, so dreadful +for a son; when Valentine, pale with emotion, had wiped away +a tear; when Villefort, trembling, and crouched in a corner, +had endeavored to lessen the storm by supplicating glances +at the implacable old man, -- "Sir," said d'Epinay to +Noirtier, "since you are well acquainted with all these +details, which are attested by honorable signatures, -- +since you appear to take some interest in me, although you +have only manifested it hitherto by causing me sorrow, +refuse me not one final satisfaction -- tell me the name of +the president of the club, that I may at least know who +killed my father." Villefort mechanically felt for the +handle of the door; Valentine, who understood sooner than +anyone her grandfather's answer, and who had often seen two +scars upon his right arm, drew back a few steps. +"Mademoiselle," said Franz, turning towards Valentine, +"unite your efforts with mine to find out the name of the +man who made me an orphan at two years of age." Valentine +remained dumb and motionless. + +"Hold, sir," said Villefort, "do not prolong this dreadful +scene. The names have been purposely concealed; my father +himself does not know who this president was, and if he +knows, he cannot tell you; proper names are not in the +dictionary." + +"Oh, misery," cried Franz: "the only hope which sustained me +and enabled me to read to the end was that of knowing, at +least, the name of him who killed my father! Sir, sir," +cried he, turning to Noirtier, "do what you can -- make me +understand in some way!" + +"Yes," replied Noirtier. + +"Oh, mademoiselle, -- mademoiselle!" cried Franz, "your +grandfather says he can indicate the person. Help me, -- +lend me your assistance!" Noirtier looked at the dictionary. +Franz took it with a nervous trembling, and repeated the +letters of the alphabet successively, until he came to M. At +that letter the old man signified "Yes." + +"M," repeated Franz. The young man's finger, glided over the +words, but at each one Noirtier answered by a negative sign. +Valentine hid her head between her hands. At length, Franz +arrived at the word MYSELF. + +"Yes!" + +"You?" cried Franz, whose hair stood on end; "you, M. +Noirtier -- you killed my father?" + +"Yes!" replied Noirtier, fixing a majestic look on the young +man. Franz fell powerless on a chair; Villefort opened the +door and escaped, for the idea had entered his mind to +stifle the little remaining life in the heart of this +terrible old man. + + + +Chapter 76 +Progress of Cavalcanti the Younger. + +Meanwhile M. Cavalcanti the elder had returned to his +service, not in the army of his majesty the Emperor of +Austria, but at the gaming-table of the baths of Lucca, of +which he was one of the most assiduous courtiers. He had +spent every farthing that had been allowed for his journey +as a reward for the majestic and solemn manner in which he +had maintained his assumed character of father. M. Andrea at +his departure inherited all the papers which proved that he +had indeed the honor of being the son of the Marquis +Bartolomeo and the Marchioness Oliva Corsinari. He was now +fairly launched in that Parisian society which gives such +ready access to foreigners, and treats them, not as they +really are, but as they wish to be considered. Besides, what +is required of a young man in Paris? To speak its language +tolerably, to make a good appearance, to be a good gamester, +and to pay in cash. They are certainly less particular with +a foreigner than with a Frenchman. Andrea had, then, in a +fortnight, attained a very fair position. He was called +count, he was said to possess 50,000 livres per annum; and +his father's immense riches, buried in the quarries of +Saravezza, were a constant theme. A learned man, before whom +the last circumstance was mentioned as a fact, declared he +had seen the quarries in question, which gave great weight +to assertions hitherto somewhat doubtful, but which now +assumed the garb of reality. + +Such was the state of society in Paris at the period we +bring before our readers, when Monte Cristo went one evening +to pay M. Danglars a visit. M. Danglars was out, but the +count was asked to go and see the baroness, and he accepted +the invitation. It was never without a nervous shudder, +since the dinner at Auteuil, and the events which followed +it, that Madame Danglars heard Monte Cristo's name +announced. If he did not come, the painful sensation became +most intense; if, on the contrary, he appeared, his noble +countenance, his brilliant eyes, his amiability, his polite +attention even towards Madame Danglars, soon dispelled every +impression of fear. It appeared impossible to the baroness +that a man of such delightfully pleasing manners should +entertain evil designs against her; besides, the most +corrupt minds only suspect evil when it would answer some +interested end -- useless injury is repugnant to every mind. +When Monte Cristo entered the boudoir, -- to which we have +already once introduced our readers, and where the baroness +was examining some drawings, which her daughter passed to +her after having looked at them with M. Cavalcanti, -- his +presence soon produced its usual effect, and it was with +smiles that the baroness received the count, although she +had been a little disconcerted at the announcement of his +name. The latter took in the whole scene at a glance. + +The baroness was partially reclining on a sofa, Eugenie sat +near her, and Cavalcanti was standing. Cavalcanti, dressed +in black, like one of Goethe's heroes, with varnished shoes +and white silk open-worked stockings, passed a white and +tolerably nice-looking hand through his light hair, and so +displayed a sparkling diamond, that in spite of Monte +Cristo's advice the vain young man had been unable to resist +putting on his little finger. This movement was accompanied +by killing glances at Mademoiselle Danglars, and by sighs +launched in the same direction. Mademoiselle Danglars was +still the same -- cold, beautiful, and satirical. Not one of +these glances, nor one sigh, was lost on her; they might +have been said to fall on the shield of Minerva, which some +philosophers assert protected sometimes the breast of +Sappho. Eugenie bowed coldly to the count, and availed +herself of the first moment when the conversation became +earnest to escape to her study, whence very soon two +cheerful and noisy voices being heard in connection with +occasional notes of the piano assured Monte Cristo that +Mademoiselle Danglars preferred to his society and to that +of M. Cavalcanti the company of Mademoiselle Louise +d'Armilly, her singing teacher. + +It was then, especially while conversing with Madame +Danglars, and apparently absorbed by the charm of the +conversation, that the count noticed M. Andrea Cavalcanti's +solicitude, his manner of listening to the music at the door +he dared not pass, and of manifesting his admiration. The +banker soon returned. His first look was certainly directed +towards Monte Cristo, but the second was for Andrea. As for +his wife, he bowed to her, as some husbands do to their +wives, but in a way that bachelors will never comprehend, +until a very extensive code is published on conjugal life. + +"Have not the ladies invited you to join them at the piano?" +said Danglars to Andrea. "Alas, no, sir," replied Andrea +with a sigh, still more remarkable than the former ones. +Danglars immediately advanced towards the door and opened +it. + +The two young ladies were seen seated on the same chair, at +the piano, accompanying themselves, each with one hand, a +fancy to which they had accustomed themselves, and performed +admirably. Mademoiselle d'Armilly, whom they then perceived +through the open doorway, formed with Eugenie one of the +tableaux vivants of which the Germans are so fond. She was +somewhat beautiful, and exquisitely formed -- a little +fairy-like figure, with large curls falling on her neck, +which was rather too long, as Perugino sometimes makes his +Virgins, and her eyes dull from fatigue. She was said to +have a weak chest, and like Antonia in the "Cremona Violin," +she would die one day while singing. Monte Cristo cast one +rapid and curious glance round this sanctum; it was the +first time he had ever seen Mademoiselle d'Armilly, of whom +he had heard much. "Well," said the banker to his daughter, +"are we then all to be excluded?" He then led the young man +into the study, and either by chance or manoeuvre the door +was partially closed after Andrea, so that from the place +where they sat neither the Count nor the baroness could see +anything; but as the banker had accompanied Andrea, Madame +Danglars appeared to take no notice of it. + +The count soon heard Andrea's voice, singing a Corsican +song, accompanied by the piano. While the count smiled at +hearing this song, which made him lose sight of Andrea in +the recollection of Benedetto, Madame Danglars was boasting +to Monte Cristo of her husband's strength of mind, who that +very morning had lost three or four hundred thousand francs +by a failure at Milan. The praise was well deserved, for had +not the count heard it from the baroness, or by one of those +means by which he knew everything, the baron's countenance +would not have led him to suspect it. "Hem," thought Monte +Cristo, "he begins to conceal his losses; a month since he +boasted of them." Then aloud, -- "Oh, madame, M. Danglars is +so skilful, he will soon regain at the Bourse what he loses +elsewhere." + +"I see that you participate in a prevalent error," said +Madame Danglars. "What is it?" said Monte Cristo. + +"That M. Danglars speculates, whereas he never does." + +"Truly, madame, I recollect M. Debray told me -- apropos, +what is become of him? I have seen nothing of him the last +three or four days." + +"Nor I," said Madame Danglars; "but you began a sentence, +sir, and did not finish." + +"Which?" + +"M. Debray had told you" -- + +"Ah, yes; he told me it was you who sacrificed to the demon +of speculation." + +"I was once very fond of it, but I do not indulge now." + +"Then you are wrong, madame. Fortune is precarious; and if I +were a woman and fate had made me a banker's wife, whatever +might be my confidence in my husband's good fortune, still +in speculation you know there is great risk. Well, I would +secure for myself a fortune independent of him, even if I +acquired it by placing my interests in hands unknown to +him." Madame Danglars blushed, in spite of all her efforts. +"Stay," said Monte Cristo, as though he had not observed her +confusion, "I have heard of a lucky hit that was made +yesterday on the Neapolitan bonds." + +"I have none -- nor have I ever possessed any; but really we +have talked long enough of money, count, we are like two +stockbrokers; have you heard how fate is persecuting the +poor Villeforts?" + +"What has happened?" said the count, simulating total +ignorance. + +"You know the Marquis of Saint-Meran died a few days after +he had set out on his journey to Paris, and the marchioness +a few days after her arrival?" + +"Yes," said Monte Cristo, "I have heard that; but, as +Claudius said to Hamlet, `it is a law of nature; their +fathers died before them, and they mourned their loss; they +will die before their children, who will, in their turn, +grieve for them.'" + +"But that is not all." + +"Not all!" + +"No; they were going to marry their daughter" -- + +"To M. Franz d'Epinay. Is it broken off?" + +"Yesterday morning, it appears, Franz declined the honor." + +"Indeed? And is the reason known?" + +"No." + +"How extraordinary! And how does M. de Villefort bear it?" + +"As usual. Like a philosopher." Danglars returned at this +moment alone. "Well," said the baroness, "do you leave M. +Cavalcanti with your daughter?" + +"And Mademoiselle d'Armilly," said the banker; "do you +consider her no one?" Then, turning to Monte Cristo, he +said, "Prince Cavalcanti is a charming young man, is he not? +But is he really a prince?" + +"I will not answer for it," said Monte Cristo. "His father +was introduced to me as a marquis, so he ought to be a +count; but I do not think he has much claim to that title." + +"Why?" said the banker. "If he is a prince, he is wrong not +to maintain his rank; I do not like any one to deny his +origin." + +"Oh, you are a thorough democrat," said Monte Cristo, +smiling. + +"But do you see to what you are exposing yourself?" said the +baroness. "If, perchance, M. de Morcerf came, he would find +M. Cavalcanti in that room, where he, the betrothed of +Eugenie, has never been admitted." + +"You may well say, perchance," replied the banker; "for he +comes so seldom, it would seem only chance that brings him." + +"But should he come and find that young man with your +daughter, he might be displeased." + +"He? You are mistaken. M. Albert would not do us the honor +to be jealous; he does not like Eugenie sufficiently. +Besides, I care not for his displeasure." + +"Still, situated as we are" -- + +"Yes, do you know how we are situated? At his mother's ball +he danced once with Eugenie, and M. Cavalcanti three times, +and he took no notice of it." The valet announced the +Vicomte Albert de Morcerf. The baroness rose hastily, and +was going into the study, when Danglars stopped her. "Let +her alone," said he. She looked at him in amazement. Monte +Cristo appeared to be unconscious of what passed. Albert +entered, looking very handsome and in high spirits. He bowed +politely to the baroness, familiarly to Danglars, and +affectionately to Monte Cristo. Then turning to the +baroness: "May I ask how Mademoiselle Danglars is?" said he. + +"She is quite well," replied Danglars quickly; "she is at +the piano with M. Cavalcanti." Albert retained his calm and +indifferent manner; he might feel perhaps annoyed, but he +knew Monte Cristo's eye was on him. "M. Cavalcanti has a +fine tenor voice," said he, "and Mademoiselle Eugenie a +splendid soprano, and then she plays the piano like +Thalberg. The concert must be a delightful one." + +"They suit each other remarkably well," said Danglars. +Albert appeared not to notice this remark, which was, +however, so rude that Madame Danglars blushed. + +"I, too," said the young man, "am a musician -- at least, my +masters used to tell me so; but it is strange that my voice +never would suit any other, and a soprano less than any." +Danglars smiled, and seemed to say, "It is of no +consequence." Then, hoping doubtless to effect his purpose, +he said, -- "The prince and my daughter were universally +admired yesterday. You were not of the party, M. de +Morcerf?" + +"What prince?" asked Albert. "Prince Cavalcanti," said +Danglars, who persisted in giving the young man that title. + +"Pardon me," said Albert, "I was not aware that he was a +prince. And Prince Cavalcanti sang with Mademoiselle Eugenie +yesterday? It must have been charming, indeed. I regret not +having heard them. But I was unable to accept your +invitation, having promised to accompany my mother to a +German concert given by the Baroness of Chateau-Renaud." +This was followed by rather an awkward silence. "May I also +be allowed," said Morcerf, "to pay my respects to +Mademoiselle Danglars?" "Wait a moment," said the banker, +stopping the young man; "do you hear that delightful +cavatina? Ta, ta, ta, ti, ta, ti, ta, ta; it is charming, +let them finish -- one moment. Bravo, bravi, brava!" The +banker was enthusiastic in his applause. + +"Indeed," said Albert, "it is exquisite; it is impossible to +understand the music of his country better than Prince +Cavalcanti does. You said prince, did you not? But he can +easily become one, if he is not already; it is no uncommon +thing in Italy. But to return to the charming musicians -- +you should give us a treat, Danglars, without telling them +there is a stranger. Ask them to sing one more song; it is +so delightful to hear music in the distance, when the +musicians are unrestrained by observation." + +Danglars was quite annoyed by the young man's indifference. +He took Monte Cristo aside. "What do you think of our +lover?" said he. + +"He appears cool. But, then your word is given." + +"Yes, doubtless I have promised to give my daughter to a man +who loves her, but not to one who does not. See him there, +cold as marble and proud like his father. If he were rich, +if he had Cavalcanti's fortune, that might be pardoned. Ma +foi, I haven't consulted my daughter; but if she has good +taste" -- + +"Oh," said Monte Cristo, "my fondness may blind me, but I +assure you I consider Morcerf a charming young man who will +render your daughter happy and will sooner or later attain a +certain amount of distinction, and his father's position is +good." + +"Hem," said Danglars. + +"Why do you doubt?" + +"The past -- that obscurity on the past." + +"But that does not affect the son." + +"Very true." + +"Now, I beg of you, don't go off your head. It's a month now +that you have been thinking of this marriage, and you must +see that it throws some responsibility on me, for it was at +my house you met this young Cavalcanti, whom I do not really +know at all." + +"But I do." + +"Have you made inquiry?" + +"Is there any need of that! Does not his appearance speak +for him? And he is very rich." + +"I am not so sure of that." + +"And yet you said he had money." + +"Fifty thousand livres -- a mere trifle." + +"He is well educated." + +"Hem," said Monte Cristo in his turn. + +"He is a musician." + +"So are all Italians." + +"Come, count, you do not do that young man justice." + +"Well, I acknowledge it annoys me, knowing your connection +with the Morcerf family, to see him throw himself in the +way." Danglars burst out laughing. "What a Puritan you are!" +said he; "that happens every day." + +"But you cannot break it off in this way; the Morcerfs are +depending on this union." + +"Indeed." + +"Positively." + +"Then let them explain themselves; you should give the +father a hint, you are so intimate with the family." + +"I? -- where the devil did you find out that?" + +"At their ball; it was apparent enough. Why, did not the +countess, the proud Mercedes, the disdainful Catalane, who +will scarcely open her lips to her oldest acquaintances, +take your arm, lead you into the garden, into the private +walks, and remain there for half an hour?" + +"Ah, baron, baron," said Albert, "you are not listening -- +what barbarism in a melomaniac like you!" + +"Oh, don't worry about me, Sir Mocker," said Danglars; then +turning to the count he said, "but will you undertake to +speak to the father?" + +"Willingly, if you wish it." + +"But let it be done explicitly and positively. If he demands +my daughter let him fix the day -- declare his conditions; +in short, let us either understand each other, or quarrel. +You understand -- no more delay." + +"Yes. sir, I will give my attention to the subject." + +"I do not say that I await with pleasure his decision, but I +do await it. A banker must, you know, be a slave to his +promise." And Danglars sighed as M. Cavalcanti had done half +an hour before. "Bravi, bravo, brava!" cried Morcerf, +parodying the banker, as the selection came to an end. +Danglars began to look suspiciously at Morcerf, when some +one came and whispered a few words to him. "I shall soon +return," said the banker to Monte Cristo; "wait for me. I +shall, perhaps, have something to say to you." And he went +out. + +The baroness took advantage of her husband's absence to push +open the door of her daughter's study, and M. Andrea, who +was sitting before the piano with Mademoiselle Eugenie, +started up like a jack-in-the-box. Albert bowed with a smile +to Mademoiselle Danglars, who did not appear in the least +disturbed, and returned his bow with her usual coolness. +Cavalcanti was evidently embarrassed; he bowed to Morcerf, +who replied with the most impertinent look possible. Then +Albert launched out in praise of Mademoiselle Danglars' +voice, and on his regret, after what he had just heard, that +he had been unable to be present the previous evening. +Cavalcanti, being left alone, turned to Monte Cristo. + +"Come," said Madame Danglars, "leave music and compliments, +and let us go and take tea." + +"Come, Louise," said Mademoiselle Danglars to her friend. +They passed into the next drawing-room, where tea was +prepared. Just as they were beginning, in the English +fashion, to leave the spoons in their cups, the door again +opened and Danglars entered, visibly agitated. Monte Cristo +observed it particularly, and by a look asked the banker for +an explanation. "I have just received my courier from +Greece," said Danglars. + +"Ah, yes," said the count; "that was the reason of your +running away from us." + +"Yes." + +"How is King Otho getting on?" asked Albert in the most +sprightly tone. Danglars cast another suspicious look +towards him without answering, and Monte Cristo turned away +to conceal the expression of pity which passed over his +features, but which was gone in a moment. "We shall go +together, shall we not?" said Albert to the count. + +"If you like," replied the latter. Albert could not +understand the banker's look, and turning to Monte Cristo, +who understood it perfectly, -- "Did you see," said he, "how +he looked at me?" + +"Yes," said the count; "but did you think there was anything +particular in his look?" + +"Indeed, I did; and what does he mean by his news from +Greece?" + +"How can I tell you?" + +"Because I imagine you have correspondents in that country." +Monte Cristo smiled significantly. + +"Stop," said Albert, "here he comes. I shall compliment +Mademoiselle Danglars on her cameo, while the father talks +to you." + +"If you compliment her at all, let it be on her voice, at +least," said Monte Cristo. + +"No, every one would do that." + +"My dear viscount, you are dreadfully impertinent." Albert +advanced towards Eugenie, smiling. Meanwhile, Danglars, +stooping to Monte Cristo's ear, "Your advice was excellent," +said he; "there is a whole history connected with the names +Fernand and Yanina." + +"Indeed?" said Monte Cristo. + +"Yes, I will tell you all; but take away the young man; I +cannot endure his presence." + +"He is going with me. Shall I send the father to you?" + +"Immediately." + +"Very well." The count made a sign to Albert and they bowed +to the ladies, and took their leave, Albert perfectly +indifferent to Mademoiselle Danglars' contempt, Monte Cristo +reiterating his advice to Madame Danglars on the prudence a +banker's wife should exercise in providing for the future. +M. Cavalcanti remained master of the field. + + + +Chapter 77 +Haidee. + +Scarcely had the count's horses cleared the angle of the +boulevard, than Albert, turning towards the count, burst +into a loud fit of laughter -- much too loud in fact not to +give the idea of its being rather forced and unnatural. +"Well," said he, "I will ask you the same question which +Charles IX. put to Catherine de Medicis, after the massacre +of Saint Bartholomew, `How have I played my little part?'" + +"To what do you allude?" asked Monte Cristo. + +"To the installation of my rival at M. Danglars'." + +"What rival?" + +"Ma foi, what rival? Why, your protege, M. Andrea +Cavalcanti!" + +"Ah, no joking, viscount, if you please; I do not patronize +M. Andrea -- at least, not as concerns M. Danglars." + +"And you would be to blame for not assisting him, if the +young man really needed your help in that quarter, but, +happily for me, he can dispense with it." + +"What, do you think he is paying his addresses?" + +"I am certain of it; his languishing looks and modulated +tones when addressing Mademoiselle Danglars fully proclaim +his intentions. He aspires to the hand of the proud +Eugenie." + +"What does that signify, so long as they favor your suit?" + +"But it is not the case, my dear count: on the contrary. I +am repulsed on all sides." + +"What!" + +"It is so indeed; Mademoiselle Eugenie scarcely answers me, +and Mademoiselle d'Armilly, her confidant, does not speak to +me at all." + +"But the father has the greatest regard possible for you," +said Monte Cristo. + +"He? Oh, no, he has plunged a thousand daggers into my +heart, tragedy-weapons, I own, which instead of wounding +sheathe their points in their own handles, but daggers which +he nevertheless believed to be real and deadly." + +"Jealousy indicates affection." + +"True; but I am not jealous." + +"He is." + +"Of whom? -- of Debray?" + +"No, of you." + +"Of me? I will engage to say that before a week is past the +door will be closed against me." + +"You are mistaken, my dear viscount." + +"Prove it to me." + +"Do you wish me to do so?" + +"Yes." + +"Well, I am charged with the commission of endeavoring to +induce the Comte de Morcerf to make some definite +arrangement with the baron." + +"By whom are you charged?" + +"By the baron himself." + +"Oh," said Albert with all the cajolery of which he was +capable. "You surely will not do that, my dear count?" + +"Certainly I shall, Albert, as I have promised to do it." + +"Well," said Albert, with a sigh, "it seems you are +determined to marry me." + +"I am determined to try and be on good terms with everybody, +at all events," said Monte Cristo. "But apropos of Debray, +how is it that I have not seen him lately at the baron's +house?" + +"There has been a misunderstanding." + +"What, with the baroness?" + +"No, with the baron." + +"Has he perceived anything?" + +"Ah, that is a good joke!" + +"Do you think he suspects?" said Monte Cristo with charming +artlessness. + +"Where have you come from, my dear count?" said Albert. + +"From Congo, if you will." + +"It must be farther off than even that." + +"But what do I know of your Parisian husbands?" + +"Oh, my dear count, husbands are pretty much the same +everywhere; an individual husband of any country is a pretty +fair specimen of the whole race." + +"But then, what can have led to the quarrel between Danglars +and Debray? They seemed to understand each other so well," +said Monte Cristo with renewed energy. + +"Ah, now you are trying to penetrate into the mysteries of +Isis, in which I am not initiated. When M. Andrea Cavalcanti +has become one of the family, you can ask him that +question." The carriage stopped. "Here we are," said Monte +Cristo; "it is only half-past ten o'clock, come in." + +"Certainly I will." + +"My carriage shall take you back." + +"No, thank you; I gave orders for my coupe to follow me." + +"There it is, then," said Monte Cristo, as he stepped out of +the carriage. They both went into the house; the +drawing-room was lighted up -- they went in there. "You will +make tea for us, Baptistin," said the count. Baptistin left +the room without waiting to answer, and in two seconds +reappeared, bringing on a waiter all that his master had +ordered, ready prepared, and appearing to have sprung from +the ground, like the repasts which we read of in fairy +tales. "Really, my dear count," said Morcerf. "what I admire +in you is, not so much your riches, for perhaps there are +people even wealthier than yourself, nor is it only your +wit, for Beaumarchais might have possessed as much, -- but +it is your manner of being served, without any questions, in +a moment, in a second; it is as it they guessed what you +wanted by your manner of ringing, and made a point of +keeping everything you can possibly desire in constant +readiness." + +"What you say is perhaps true; they know my habits. For +instance, you shall see; how do you wish to occupy yourself +during tea-time?" + +"Ma foi, I should like to smoke." + +Monte Cristo took the gong and struck it once. In about the +space of a second a private door opened, and Ali appeared, +bringing two chibouques filled with excellent latakia. "It +is quite wonderful," said Albert. + +"Oh no, it is as simple as possible," replied Monte Cristo. +"Ali knows I generally smoke while I am taking my tea or +coffee; he has heard that I ordered tea, and he also knows +that I brought you home with me; when I summoned him he +naturally guessed the reason of my doing so, and as he comes +from a country where hospitality is especially manifested +through the medium of smoking, he naturally concludes that +we shall smoke in company, and therefore brings two +chibouques instead of one -- and now the mystery is solved." + +"Certainly you give a most commonplace air to your +explanation, but it is not the less true that you -- Ah, but +what do I hear?" and Morcerf inclined his head towards the +door, through which sounds seemed to issue resembling those +of a guitar. + +"Ma foi, my dear viscount, you are fated to hear music this +evening; you have only escaped from Mademoiselle Danglars' +piano, to be attacked by Haidee's guzla." + +"Haidee -- what an adorable name! Are there, then, really +women who bear the name of Haidee anywhere but in Byron's +poems?" + +"Certainly there are. Haidee is a very uncommon name in +France, but is common enough in Albania and Epirus; it is as +it you said, for example, Chastity, Modesty, Innocence, -- +it is a kind of baptismal name, as you Parisians call it." + +"Oh, that is charming," said Albert, "how I should like to +hear my countrywomen called Mademoiselle Goodness, +Mademoiselle Silence, Mademoiselle Christian Charity! Only +think, then, if Mademoiselle Danglars, instead of being +called Claire-Marie-Eugenie, had been named Mademoiselle +Chastity-Modesty-Innocence Danglars; what a fine effect that +would have produced on the announcement of her marriage!" + +"Hush," said the count, "do not joke in so loud a tone; +Haidee may hear you, perhaps." + +"And you think she would be angry?" + +"No, certainly not," said the count with a haughty +expression. + +"She is very amiable, then, is she not?" said Albert. + +"It is not to be called amiability, it is her duty; a slave +does not dictate to a master." + +"Come; you are joking yourself now. Are there any more +slaves to be had who bear this beautiful name?" + +"Undoubtedly." + +"Really, count, you do nothing, and have nothing like other +people. The slave of the Count of Monte Cristo! Why, it is a +rank of itself in France, and from the way in which you +lavish money, it is a place that must be worth a hundred +thousand francs a year." + +"A hundred thousand francs! The poor girl originally +possessed much more than that; she was born to treasures in +comparison with which those recorded in the `Thousand and +One Nights' would seem but poverty." + +"She must be a princess then." + +"You are right; and she is one of the greatest in her +country too." + +"I thought so. But how did it happen that such a great +princess became a slave?" + +"How was it that Dionysius the Tyrant became a schoolmaster? +The fortune of war, my dear viscount, -- the caprice of +fortune; that is the way in which these things are to be +accounted for." + +"And is her name a secret?" + +"As regards the generality of mankind it is; but not for +you, my dear viscount, who are one of my most intimate +friends, and on whose silence I feel I may rely, if I +consider it necessary to enjoin it -- may I not do so?" + +"Certainly; on my word of honor." + +"You know the history of the pasha of Yanina, do you not?" + +"Of Ali Tepelini?* Oh, yes; it was in his service that my +father made his fortune." + +"True, I had forgotten that." + +* Ali Pasha, "The Lion," was born at Tepelini, an Albanian +village at the foot of the Klissoura Mountains, in 1741. By +diplomacy and success in arms he became almost supreme ruler +of Albania, Epirus, and adjacent territory. Having aroused +the enmity of the Sultan, he was proscribed and put to death +by treachery in 1822, at the age of eighty. -- Ed. + +"Well, what is Haidee to Ali Tepelini?" + +"Merely his daughter." + +"What? the daughter of Ali Pasha?" + +"Of Ali Pasha and the beautiful Vasiliki." + +"And your slave?" + +"Ma foi, yes." + +"But how did she become so?" + +"Why, simply from the circumstance of my having bought her +one day, as I was passing through the market at +Constantinople." + +"Wonderful! Really, my dear count, you seem to throw a sort +of magic influence over all in which you are concerned; when +I listen to you, existence no longer seems reality, but a +waking dream. Now, I am perhaps going to make an imprudent +and thoughtless request, but" -- + +"Say on." + +"But, since you go out with Haidee, and sometimes even take +her to the opera" -- + +"Well?" + +"I think I may venture to ask you this favor." + +"You may venture to ask me anything." + +"Well then, my dear count, present me to your princess." + +"I will do so; but on two conditions." + +"I accept them at once." + +"The first is, that you will never tell any one that I have +granted the interview." + +"Very well," said Albert, extending his hand; "I swear I +will not." + +"The second is, that you will not tell her that your father +ever served hers." + +"I give you my oath that I will not." + +"Enough, viscount; you will remember those two vows, will +you not? But I know you to be a man of honor." The count +again struck the gong. Ali reappeared. "Tell Haidee," said +he, "that I will take coffee with her, and give her to +understand that I desire permission to present one of my +friends to her." Ali bowed and left the room. "Now, +understand me," said the count, "no direct questions, my +dear Morcerf; if you wish to know anything, tell me, and I +will ask her." + +"Agreed." Ali reappeared for the third time, and drew back +the tapestried hanging which concealed the door, to signify +to his master and Albert that they were at liberty to pass +on. "Let us go in," said Monte Cristo. + +Albert passed his hand through his hair, and curled his +mustache, then, having satisfied himself as to his personal +appearance, followed the count into the room, the latter +having previously resumed his hat and gloves. Ali was +stationed as a kind of advanced guard, and the door was kept +by the three French attendants, commanded by Myrtho. Haidee +was awaiting her visitors in the first room of her +apartments, which was the drawing-room. Her large eyes were +dilated with surprise and expectation, for it was the first +time that any man, except Monte Cristo, had been accorded an +entrance into her presence. She was sitting on a sofa placed +in an angle of the room, with her legs crossed under her in +the Eastern fashion, and seemed to have made for herself, as +it were, a kind of nest in the rich Indian silks which +enveloped her. Near her was the instrument on which she had +just been playing; it was elegantly fashioned, and worthy of +its mistress. On perceiving Monte Cristo, she arose and +welcomed him with a smile peculiar to herself, expressive at +once of the most implicit obedience and also of the deepest +love. Monte Cristo advanced towards her and extended his +hand, which she as usual raised to her lips. + +Albert had proceeded no farther than the door, where he +remained rooted to the spot, being completely fascinated by +the sight of such surpassing beauty, beheld as it was for +the first time, and of which an inhabitant of more northern +climes could form no adequate idea. + +"Whom do you bring?" asked the young girl in Romaic, of +Monte Cristo; "is it a friend, a brother, a simple +acquaintance, or an enemy." + +"A friend," said Monte Cristo in the same language. + +"What is his name?" + +"Count Albert; it is the same man whom I rescued from the +hands of the banditti at Rome." + +"In what language would you like me to converse with him?" + +Monte Cristo turned to Albert. "Do you know modern Greek," +asked he. + +"Alas, no," said Albert; "nor even ancient Greek, my dear +count; never had Homer or Plato a more unworthy scholar than +myself." + +"Then," said Haidee, proving by her remark that she had +quite understood Monte Cristo's question and Albert's +answer, "then I will speak either in French or Italian, if +my lord so wills it." + +Monte Cristo reflected one instant. "You will speak in +Italian," said he. Then, turning towards Albert, -- "It is a +pity you do not understand either ancient or modern Greek, +both of which Haidee speaks so fluently; the poor child will +be obliged to talk to you in Italian, which will give you +but a very false idea of her powers of conversation." The +count made a sign to Haidee to address his visitor. "Sir," +she said to Morcerf, "you are most welcome as the friend of +my lord and master." This was said in excellent Tuscan, and +with that soft Roman accent which makes the language of +Dante as sonorous as that of Homer. Then, turning to Ali, +she directed him to bring coffee and pipes, and when he had +left the room to execute the orders of his young mistress +she beckoned Albert to approach nearer to her. Monte Cristo +and Morcerf drew their seats towards a small table, on which +were arranged music, drawings, and vases of flowers. Ali +then entered bringing coffee and chibouques; as to M. +Baptistin, this portion of the building was interdicted to +him. Albert refused the pipe which the Nubian offered him. +"Oh, take it -- take it," said the count; "Haidee is almost +as civilized as a Parisian; the smell of an Havana is +disagreeable to her, but the tobacco of the East is a most +delicious perfume, you know." + +Ali left the room. The cups of coffee were all prepared, +with the addition of sugar, which had been brought for +Albert. Monte Cristo and Haidee took the beverage in the +original Arabian manner, that is to say, without sugar. +Haidee took the porcelain cup in her little slender fingers +and conveyed it to her mouth with all the innocent +artlessness of a child when eating or drinking something +which it likes. At this moment two women entered, bringing +salvers filled with ices and sherbet, which they placed on +two small tables appropriated to that purpose. "My dear +host, and you, signora," said Albert, in Italian, "excuse my +apparent stupidity. I am quite bewildered, and it is natural +that it should be so. Here I am in the heart of Paris; but a +moment ago I heard the rumbling of the omnibuses and the +tinkling of the bells of the lemonade-sellers, and now I +feel as if I were suddenly transported to the East; not such +as I have seen it, but such as my dreams have painted it. +Oh, signora, if I could but speak Greek, your conversation, +added to the fairy-scene which surrounds me, would furnish +an evening of such delight as it would be impossible for me +ever to forget." + +"I speak sufficient Italian to enable me to converse with +you, sir," said Haidee quietly; "and if you like what is +Eastern, I will do my best to secure the gratification of +your tastes while you are here." + +"On what subject shall I converse with her?" said Albert, in +a low tone to Monte Cristo. + +"Just what you please; you may speak of her country and of +her youthful reminiscences, or if you like it better you can +talk of Rome, Naples, or Florence." + +"Oh," said Albert, "it is of no use to be in the company of +a Greek if one converses just in the same style as with a +Parisian; let me speak to her of the East." + +"Do so then, for of all themes which you could choose that +will be the most agreeable to her taste." Albert turned +towards Haidee. "At what age did you leave Greece, signora?" +asked he. + +"I left it when I was but five years old," replied Haidee. + +"And have you any recollection of your country?" + +"When I shut my eyes and think, I seem to see it all again. +The mind can see as well as the body. The body forgets +sometimes -- but the mind never forgets." + +"And how far back into the past do your recollections +extend?" + +"I could scarcely walk when my mother, who was called +Vasiliki, which means royal," said the young girl, tossing +her head proudly, "took me by the hand, and after putting in +our purse all the money we possessed, we went out, both +covered with veils, to solicit alms for the prisoners, +saying, `He who giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord.' +Then when our purse was full we returned to the palace, and +without saying a word to my father, we sent it to the +convent, where it was divided amongst the prisoners." + +"And how old were you at that time?" + +"I was three years old," said Haidee. + +"Then you remember everything that went on about you from +the time when you were three years old?" said Albert. + +"Everything." + +"Count," said Albert, in a low tone to Monte Cristo, "do +allow the signora to tell me something of her history. You +prohibited my mentioning my father's name to her, but +perhaps she will allude to him of her own accord in the +course of the recital, and you have no idea how delighted I +should be to hear our name pronounced by such beautiful +lips." Monte Cristo turned to Haidee, and with an expression +of countenance which commanded her to pay the most implicit +attention to his words, he said in Greek, -- "Tell us the +fate of your father; but neither the name of the traitor nor +the treason." Haidee sighed deeply, and a shade of sadness +clouded her beautiful brow. + +"What are you saying to her?" said Morcerf in an undertone. + +"I again reminded her that you were a friend, and that she +need not conceal anything from you." + +"Then," said Albert, "this pious pilgrimage in behalf of the +prisoners was your first remembrance; what is the next?" + +"Oh, then I remember as if it were but yesterday sitting +under the shade of some sycamore-trees, on the borders of a +lake, in the waters of which the trembling foliage was +reflected as in a mirror. Under the oldest and thickest of +these trees, reclining on cushions, sat my father; my mother +was at his feet, and I, childlike, amused myself by playing +with his long white beard which descended to his girdle, or +with the diamond-hilt of the scimitar attached to his +girdle. Then from time to time there came to him an Albanian +who said something to which I paid no attention, but which +he always answered in the same tone of voice, either `Kill,' +or `Pardon.'" + +"It is very strange," said Albert, "to hear such words +proceed from the mouth of any one but an actress on the +stage, and one needs constantly to be saying to one's self, +`This is no fiction, it is all reality,' in order to believe +it. And how does France appear in your eyes, accustomed as +they have been to gaze on such enchanted scenes?" + +"I think it is a fine country," said Haidee, "but I see +France as it really is, because I look on it with the eyes +of a woman; whereas my own country, which I can only judge +of from the impression produced on my childish mind, always +seems enveloped in a vague atmosphere, which is luminous or +otherwise, according as my remembrances of it are sad or +joyous." + +"So young," said Albert, forgetting at the moment the +Count's command that he should ask no questions of the slave +herself, "is it possible that you can have known what +suffering is except by name?" + +Haidee turned her eyes towards Monte Cristo, who, making at +the same time some imperceptible sign, murmured, -- "Go on." + +"Nothing is ever so firmly impressed on the mind as the +memory of our early childhood, and with the exception of the +two scenes I have just described to you, all my earliest +reminiscences are fraught with deepest sadness." + +"Speak, speak, signora," said Albert, "I am listening with +the most intense delight and interest to all you say." + +Haidee answered his remark with a melancholy smile. "You +wish me, then, to relate the history of my past sorrows?" +said she. + +"I beg you to do so," replied Albert. + +"Well, I was but four years old when one night I was +suddenly awakened by my mother. We were in the palace of +Yanina; she snatched me from the cushions on which I was +sleeping, and on opening my eyes I saw hers filled with +tears. She took me away without speaking. When I saw her +weeping I began to cry too. `Hush, child!' said she. At +other times in spite of maternal endearments or threats, I +had with a child's caprice been accustomed to indulge my +feelings of sorrow or anger by crying as much as I felt +inclined; but on this occasion there was an intonation of +such extreme terror in my mother's voice when she enjoined +me to silence, that I ceased crying as soon as her command +was given. She bore me rapidly away. + +"I saw then that we were descending a large staircase; +around us were all my mother's servants carrying trunks, +bags, ornaments, jewels, purses of gold, with which they +were hurrying away in the greatest distraction. + +"Behind the women came a guard of twenty men armed with long +guns and pistols, and dressed in the costume which the +Greeks have assumed since they have again become a nation. +You may imagine there was something startling and ominous," +said Haidee, shaking her head and turning pale at the mere +remembrance of the scene, "in this long file of slaves and +women only half-aroused from sleep, or at least so they +appeared to me, who was myself scarcely awake. Here and +there on the walls of the staircase, were reflected gigantic +shadows, which trembled in the flickering light of the +pine-torches till they seemed to reach to the vaulted roof +above. + +"`Quick!' said a voice at the end of the gallery. This voice +made every one bow before it, resembling in its effect the +wind passing over a field of wheat, by its superior strength +forcing every ear to yield obeisance. As for me, it made me +tremble. This voice was that of my father. He came last, +clothed in his splendid robes and holding in his hand the +carbine which your emperor presented him. He was leaning on +the shoulder of his favorite Selim, and he drove us all +before him, as a shepherd would his straggling flock. My +father," said Haidee, raising her head, "was that +illustrious man known in Europe under the name of Ali +Tepelini, pasha of Yanina, and before whom Turkey trembled." + +Albert, without knowing why, started on hearing these words +pronounced with such a haughty and dignified accent; it +appeared to him as if there was something supernaturally +gloomy and terrible in the expression which gleamed from the +brilliant eyes of Haidee at this moment; she appeared like a +Pythoness evoking a spectre, as she recalled to his mind the +remembrance of the fearful death of this man, to the news of +which all Europe had listened with horror. "Soon," said +Haidee, "we halted on our march, and found ourselves on the +borders of a lake. My mother pressed me to her throbbing +heart, and at the distance of a few paces I saw my father, +who was glancing anxiously around. Four marble steps led +down to the water's edge, and below them was a boat floating +on the tide. + +"From where we stood I could see in the middle of the lake a +large blank mass; it was the kiosk to which we were going. +This kiosk appeared to me to be at a considerable distance, +perhaps on account of the darkness of the night, which +prevented any object from being more than partially +discerned. We stepped into the boat. I remember well that +the oars made no noise whatever in striking the water, and +when I leaned over to ascertain the cause I saw that they +were muffled with the sashes of our Palikares.* Besides the +rowers, the boat contained only the women, my father, +mother, Selim, and myself. The Palikares had remained on the +shore of the lake, ready to cover our retreat; they were +kneeling on the lowest of the marble steps, and in that +manner intended making a rampart of the three others, in +case of pursuit. Our bark flew before the wind. `Why does +the boat go so fast?' asked I of my mother. + +* Greek militiamen in the war for independence. -- Ed. + +"`Silence, child! Hush, we are flying!' I did not +understand. Why should my father fly? -- he, the +all-powerful -- he, before whom others were accustomed to +fly -- he, who had taken for his device, `They hate me; then +they fear me!' It was, indeed, a flight which my father was +trying to effect. I have been told since that the garrison +of the castle of Yanina, fatigued with long service" -- + +Here Haidee cast a significant glance at Monte Cristo, whose +eyes had been riveted on her countenance during the whole +course of her narrative. The young girl then continued, +speaking slowly, like a person who is either inventing or +suppressing some feature of the history which he is +relating. "You were saying, signora," said Albert, who was +paying the most implicit attention to the recital, "that the +garrison of Yanina, fatigued with long service" -- + +"Had treated with the Serasker* Koorshid, who had been sent +by the sultan to gain possession of the person of my father; +it was then that Ali Tepelini -- after having sent to the +sultan a French officer in whom he reposed great confidence +-- resolved to retire to the asylum which he had long before +prepared for himself, and which he called kataphygion, or +the refuge." + +"And this officer," asked Albert, "do you remember his name, +signora?" Monte Cristo exchanged a rapid glance with the +young girl, which was quite unperceived by Albert. "No," +said she, "I do not remember it just at this moment; but if +it should occur to me presently, I will tell you." Albert +was on the point of pronouncing his father's name, when +Monte Cristo gently held up his finger in token of reproach; +the young man recollected his promise, and was silent. + +* A Turkish pasha in command of the troops of a province. -- +Ed. + +"It was towards this kiosk that we were rowing. A +ground-floor, ornamented with arabesques, bathing its +terraces in the water, and another floor, looking on the +lake, was all which was visible to the eye. But beneath the +ground-floor, stretching out into the island, was a large +subterranean cavern, to which my mother, myself, and the +women were conducted. In this place were together 60,000 +pouches and 200 barrels; the pouches contained 25,000,000 of +money in gold, and the barrels were filled with 30,000 +pounds of gunpowder. + +"Near the barrels stood Selim, my father's favorite, whom I +mentioned to you just now. He stood watch day and night with +a lance provided with a lighted slowmatch in his hand, and +he had orders to blow up everything -- kiosk, guards, women, +gold, and Ali Tepelini himself -- at the first signal given +by my father. I remember well that the slaves, convinced of +the precarious tenure on which they held their lives, passed +whole days and nights in praying, crying, and groaning. As +for me, I can never forget the pale complexion and black +eyes of the young soldier, and whenever the angel of death +summons me to another world, I am quite sure I shall +recognize Selim. I cannot tell you how long we remained in +this state; at that period I did not even know what time +meant. Sometimes, but very rarely, my father summoned me and +my mother to the terrace of the palace; these were hours of +recreation for me, as I never saw anything in the dismal +cavern but the gloomy countenances of the slaves and Selim's +fiery lance. My father was endeavoring to pierce with his +eager looks the remotest verge of the horizon, examining +attentively every black speck which appeared on the lake, +while my mother, reclining by his side, rested her head on +his shoulder, and I played at his feet, admiring everything +I saw with that unsophisticated innocence of childhood which +throws a charm round objects insignificant in themselves, +but which in its eyes are invested with the greatest +importance. The heights of Pindus towered above us; the +castle of Yanina rose white and angular from the blue waters +of the lake, and the immense masses of black vegetation +which, viewed in the distance, gave the idea of lichens +clinging to the rocks, were in reality gigantic fir-trees +and myrtles. + +"One morning my father sent for us; my mother had been +crying all the night, and was very wretched; we found the +pasha calm, but paler than usual. `Take courage, Vasiliki,' +said he; `to-day arrives the firman of the master, and my +fate will be decided. If my pardon be complete, we shall +return triumphant to Yanina; if the news be inauspicious, we +must fly this night.' -- `But supposing our enemy should not +allow us to do so?' said my mother. `Oh, make yourself easy +on that head,' said Ali, smiling; `Selim and his flaming +lance will settle that matter. They would be glad to see me +dead, but they would not like themselves to die with me.' + +"My mother only answered by sighs to consolations which she +knew did not come from my father's heart. She prepared the +iced water which he was in the habit of constantly drinking, +-- for since his sojourn at the kiosk he had been parched by +the most violent fever, -- after which she anointed his +white beard with perfumed oil, and lighted his chibouque, +which he sometimes smoked for hours together, quietly +watching the wreaths of vapor that ascended in spiral clouds +and gradually melted away in the surrounding atmosphere. +Presently he made such a sudden movement that I was +paralyzed with fear. Then, without taking his eyes from the +object which had first attracted his attention, he asked for +his telescope. My mother gave it him. and as she did so, +looked whiter than the marble against which she leaned. I +saw my father's hand tremble. `A boat! -- two! -- three!' +murmured my, father; -- `four!' He then arose, seizing his +arms and priming his pistols. `Vasiliki,' said he to my +mother, trembling perceptibly, `the instant approaches which +will decide everything. In the space of half an hour we +shall know the emperor's answer. Go into the cavern with +Haidee.' -- `I will not quit you,' said Vasiliki; `if you +die, my lord, I will die with you.' -- `Go to Selim!' cried +my father. `Adieu, my lord,' murmured my mother, determining +quietly to await the approach of death. `Take away +Vasiliki!' said my father to his Palikares. + +"As for me, I had been forgotten in the general confusion; I +ran toward Ali Tepelini; he saw me hold out my arms to him, +and he stooped down and pressed my forehead with his lips. +Oh, how distinctly I remember that kiss! -- it was the last +he ever gave me, and I feel as if it were still warm on my +forehead. On descending, we saw through the lattice-work +several boats which were gradually becoming more distinct to +our view. At first they appeared like black specks, and now +they looked like birds skimming the surface of the waves. +During this time, in the kiosk at my father's feet, were +seated twenty Palikares, concealed from view by an angle of +the wall and watching with eager eyes the arrival of the +boats. They were armed with their long guns inlaid with +mother-of-pearl and silver, and cartridges in great numbers +were lying scattered on the floor. My father looked at his +watch, and paced up and down with a countenance expressive +of the greatest anguish. This was the scene which presented +itself to my view as I quitted my father after that last +kiss. My mother and I traversed the gloomy passage leading +to the cavern. Selim was still at his post, and smiled sadly +on us as we entered. We fetched our cushions from the other +end of the cavern, and sat down by Selim. In great dangers +the devoted ones cling to each other; and, young as I was, I +quite understood that some imminent danger was hanging over +our heads." + +Albert had often heard -- not from his father, for he never +spoke on the subject, but from strangers -- the description +of the last moments of the vizier of Yanina; he had read +different accounts of his death, but the story seemed to +acquire fresh meaning from the voice and expression of the +young girl, and her sympathetic accent and the melancholy +expression of her countenance at once charmed and horrified +him. As to Haidee, these terrible reminiscences seemed to +have overpowered her for a moment, for she ceased speaking, +her head leaning on her hand like a beautiful flower bowing +beneath the violence of the storm; and her eyes gazing on +vacancy indicated that she was mentally contemplating the +green summit of the Pindus and the blue waters of the lake +of Yanina, which, like a magic mirror, seemed to reflect the +sombre picture which she sketched. Monte Cristo looked at +her with an indescribable expression of interest and pity. + +"Go on," said the count in the Romaic language. + +Haidee looked up abruptly, as if the sonorous tones of Monte +Cristo's voice had awakened her from a dream; and she +resumed her narrative. "It was about four o'clock in the +afternoon, and although the day was brilliant out-of-doors, +we were enveloped in the gloomy darkness of the cavern. One +single, solitary light was burning there, and it appeared +like a star set in a heaven of blackness; it was Selim's +flaming lance. My mother was a Christian, and she prayed. +Selim repeated from time to time the sacred words: `God is +great!' However, my mother had still some hope. As she was +coming down, she thought she recognized the French officer +who had been sent to Constantinople, and in whom my father +placed so much confidence; for he knew that all the soldiers +of the French emperor were naturally noble and generous. She +advanced some steps towards the staircase, and listened. +`They are approaching,' said she; `perhaps they bring us +peace and liberty!' -- `What do you fear, Vasiliki?' said +Selim, in a voice at once so gentle and yet so proud. `If +they do not bring us peace, we will give them war; if they +do not bring life, we will give them death.' And he renewed +the flame of his lance with a gesture which made one think +of Dionysus of Crete.* But I, being only a little child, was +terrified by this undaunted courage, which appeared to me +both ferocious and senseless, and I recoiled with horror +from the idea of the frightful death amidst fire and flames +which probably awaited us. + +* The god of fruitfulness in Grecian mythology. In Crete he +was supposed to be slain in winter with the decay of +vegetation and to revive in the spring. Haidee's learned +reference is to the behavior of an actor in the Dionysian +festivals. -- Ed. + +"My mother experienced the same sensations, for I felt her +tremble. `Mamma, mamma,' said I, `are we really to be +killed?' And at the sound of my voice the slaves redoubled +their cries and prayers and lamentations. `My child,' said +Vasiliki, `may God preserve you from ever wishing for that +death which to-day you so much dread!' Then, whispering to +Selim, she asked what were her master's orders. `If he send +me his poniard, it will signify that the emperor's +intentions are not favorable, and I am to set fire to the +powder; if, on the contrary, he send me his ring, it will be +a sign that the emperor pardons him, and I am to extinguish +the match and leave the magazine untouched.' -- `My friend,' +said my mother, `when your master's orders arrive, if it is +the poniard which he sends, instead of despatching us by +that horrible death which we both so much dread, you will +mercifully kill us with this same poniard, will you not?' -- +`Yes, Vasiliki,' replied Selim tranquilly. + +"Suddenly we heard loud cries; and, listening, discerned +that they were cries of joy. The name of the French officer +who had been sent to Constantinople resounded on all sides +amongst our Palikares; it was evident that he brought the +answer of the emperor, and that it was favorable." + +"And do you not remember the Frenchman's name?" said +Morcerf, quite ready to aid the memory of the narrator. +Monte Cristo made a sign to him to be silent. + +"I do not recollect it," said Haidee. + +"The noise increased; steps were heard approaching nearer +and nearer: they were descending the steps leading to the +cavern. Selim made ready his lance. Soon a figure appeared +in the gray twilight at the entrance of the cave, formed by +the reflection of the few rays of daylight which had found +their way into this gloomy retreat. `Who are you?' cried +Selim. `But whoever you may be, I charge you not to advance +another step.' -- `Long live the emperor!' said the figure. +`He grants a full pardon to the Vizier Ali, and not only +gives him his life, but restores to him his fortune and his +possessions.' My mother uttered a cry of joy, and clasped me +to her bosom. `Stop,' said Selim, seeing that she was about +to go out; you see I have not yet received the ring,' -- +`True,' said my mother. And she fell on her knees, at the +same time holding me up towards heaven, as if she desired, +while praying to God in my behalf, to raise me actually to +his presence." + +And for the second time Haidee stopped, overcome by such +violent emotion that the perspiration stood upon her pale +brow, and her stifled voice seemed hardly able to find +utterance, so parched and dry were her throat and lips. +Monte Cristo poured a little iced water into a glass, and +presented it to her, saying with a mildness in which was +also a shade of command, -- "Courage." + +Haidee dried her eyes, and continued: "By this time our +eyes, habituated to the darkness, had recognized the +messenger of the pasha, -- it was a friend. Selim had also +recognized him, but the brave young man only acknowledged +one duty, which was to obey. `In whose name do you come?' +said he to him. `I come in the name of our master, Ali +Tepelini.' -- `If you come from Ali himself,' said Selim, +`you know what you were charged to remit to me?' -- `Yes,' +said the messenger, `and I bring you his ring.' At these +words he raised his hand above his head, to show the token; +but it was too far off, and there was not light enough to +enable Selim, where he was standing, to distinguish and +recognize the object presented to his view. `I do not see +what you have in your hand,' said Selim. `Approach then,' +said the messenger, `or I will come nearer to you, if you +prefer it.' -- `I will agree to neither one nor the other,' +replied the young soldier; `place the object which I desire +to see in the ray of light which shines there, and retire +while I examine it.' -- `Be it so,' said the envoy; and he +retired, after having first deposited the token agreed on in +the place pointed out to him by Selim. + +"Oh, how our hearts palpitated; for it did, indeed, seem to +be a ring which was placed there. But was it my father's +ring? that was the question. Selim, still holding in his +hand the lighted match, walked towards the opening in the +cavern, and, aided by the faint light which streamed in +through the mouth of the cave, picked up the token. + +"`It is well,' said he, kissing it; `it is my master's +ring!' And throwing the match on the ground, he trampled on +it and extinguished it. The messenger uttered a cry of joy +and clapped his hands. At this signal four soldiers of the +Serasker Koorshid suddenly appeared, and Selim fell, pierced +by five blows. Each man had stabbed him separately, and, +intoxicated by their crime, though still pale with fear, +they sought all over the cavern to discover if there was any +fear of fire, after which they amused themselves by rolling +on the bags of gold. At this moment my mother seized me in +her arms, and hurrying noiselessly along numerous turnings +and windings known only to ourselves, she arrived at a +private staircase of the kiosk, where was a scene of +frightful tumult and confusion. The lower rooms were +entirely filled with Koorshid's troops; that is to say, with +our enemies. Just as my mother was on the point of pushing +open a small door, we heard the voice of the pasha sounding +in a loud and threatening tone. My mother applied her eye to +the crack between the boards; I luckily found a small +opening which afforded me a view of the apartment and what +was passing within. `What do you want?' said my father to +some people who were holding a paper inscribed with +characters of gold. `What we want,' replied one, `is to +communicate to you the will of his highness. Do you see this +firman?' -- `I do,' said my father. `Well, read it; he +demands your head.' + +"My father answered with a loud laugh, which was more +frightful than even threats would have been, and he had not +ceased when two reports of a pistol were heard; he had fired +them himself, and had killed two men. The Palikares, who +were prostrated at my father's feet, now sprang up and +fired, and the room was filled with fire and smoke. At the +same instant the firing began on the other side, and the +balls penetrated the boards all round us. Oh, how noble did +the grand vizier my father look at that moment, in the midst +of the flying bullets, his scimitar in his hand, and his +face blackened with the powder of his enemies! and how he +terrified them, even then, and made them fly before him! +`Selim, Selim!' cried he, `guardian of the fire, do your +duty!' -- `Selim is dead,' replied a voice which seemed to +come from the depths of the earth, `and you are lost, Ali!' +At the same moment an explosion was heard, and the flooring +of the room in which my father was sitting was suddenly torn +up and shivered to atoms -- the troops were firing from +underneath. Three or four Palikares fell with their bodies +literally ploughed with wounds. + +"My father howled aloud, plunged his fingers into the holes +which the balls had made, and tore up one of the planks +entire. But immediately through this opening twenty more +shots were fired, and the flame, rushing up like fire from +the crater of a volcano, soon reached the tapestry, which it +quickly devoured. In the midst of all this frightful tumult +and these terrific cries, two reports, fearfully distinct, +followed by two shrieks more heartrending than all, froze me +with terror. These two shots had mortally wounded my father, +and it was he who had given utterance to these frightful +cries. However, he remained standing, clinging to a window. +My mother tried to force the door, that she might go and die +with him, but it was fastened on the inside. All around him +were lying the Palikares, writhing in convulsive agonies, +while two or three who were only slightly wounded were +trying to escape by springing from the windows. At this +crisis the whole flooring suddenly gave way. my father fell +on one knee, and at the same moment twenty hands were thrust +forth, armed with sabres, pistols, and poniards -- twenty +blows were instantaneously directed against one man, and my +father disappeared in a whirlwind of fire and smoke kindled +by these demons, and which seemed like hell itself opening +beneath his feet. I felt myself fall to the ground, my +mother had fainted." + +Haidee's arms fell by her side, and she uttered a deep +groan, at the same time looking towards the count as if to +ask if he were satisfied with her obedience to his commands. +Monte Cristo arose and approached her, took her hand, and +said to her in Romaic, "Calm yourself, my dear child, and +take courage in remembering that there is a God who will +punish traitors." + +"It is a frightful story, count," said Albert, terrified at +the paleness of Haidee's countenance, "and I reproach myself +now for having been so cruel and thoughtless in my request." + +"Oh, it is nothing," said Monte Cristo. Then, patting the +young girl on the head, he continued, "Haidee is very +courageous, and she sometimes even finds consolation in the +recital of her misfortunes." + +"Because, my lord." said Haidee eagerly, "my miseries recall +to me the remembrance of your goodness." + +Albert looked at her with curiosity, for she had not yet +related what he most desired to know, -- how she had become +the slave of the count. Haidee saw at a glance the same +expression pervading the countenances of her two auditors; +she exclaimed, `When my mother recovered her senses we were +before the serasker. `Kill,' said she, `but spare the honor +of the widow of Ali.' -- `It is not to me to whom you must +address yourself,' said Koorshid. + +"`To whom, then?' -- `To your new master.' + +"`Who and where is he?' -- `He is here.' + +"And Koorshid pointed out one who had more than any +contributed to the death of my father," said Haidee, in a +tone of chastened anger. "Then," said Albert, "you became +the property of this man?" + +"No," replied Haidee, "he did not dare to keep us, so we +were sold to some slave-merchants who were going to +Constantinople. We traversed Greece, and arrived half dead +at the imperial gates. They were surrounded by a crowd of +people, who opened a way for us to pass, when suddenly my +mother, having looked closely at an object which was +attracting their attention, uttered a piercing cry and fell +to the ground, pointing as she did so to a head which was +placed over the gates, and beneath which were inscribed +these words: + +"`This is the head of Ali Tepelini Pasha of Yanina.' I cried +bitterly, and tried to raise my mother from the earth, but +she was dead! I was taken to the slave-market, and was +purchased by a rich Armenian. He caused me to be instructed, +gave me masters, and when I was thirteen years of age he +sold me to the Sultan Mahmood." + +"Of whom I bought her," said Monte Cristo, "as I told you, +Albert, with the emerald which formed a match to the one I +had made into a box for the purpose of holding my hashish +pills." + +"Oh, you are good, you are great, my lord!" said Haidee, +kissing the count's hand, "and I am very fortunate in +belonging to such a master!" Albert remained quite +bewildered with all that he had seen and heard. "Come, +finish your cup of coffee," said Monte Cristo; "the history +is ended." + + + +Chapter 78 +We hear From Yanina. + +If Valentine could have seen the trembling step and agitated +countenance of Franz when he quitted the chamber of M. +Noirtier, even she would have been constrained to pity him. +Villefort had only just given utterance to a few incoherent +sentences, and then retired to his study, where he received +about two hours afterwards the following letter: -- + +"After all the disclosures which were made this morning, M. +Noirtier de Villefort must see the utter impossibility of +any alliance being formed between his family and that of M. +Franz d'Epinay. M. d'Epinay must say that he is shocked and +astonished that M. de Villefort, who appeared to be aware of +all the circumstances detailed this morning, should not have +anticipated him in this announcement." + +No one who had seen the magistrate at this moment, so +thoroughly unnerved by the recent inauspicious combination +of circumstances, would have supposed for an instant that he +had anticipated the annoyance; although it certainly never +had occurred to him that his father would carry candor, or +rather rudeness, so far as to relate such a history. And in +justice to Villefort, it must be understood that M. +Noirtier, who never cared for the opinion of his son on any +subject, had always omitted to explain the affair to +Villefort, so that he had all his life entertained the +belief that General de Quesnel, or the Baron d'Epinay, as he +was alternately styled, according as the speaker wished to +identify him by his own family name, or by the title which +had been conferred on him, fell the victim of assassination, +and not that he was killed fairly in a duel. This harsh +letter, coming as it did from a man generally so polite and +respectful, struck a mortal blow at the pride of Villefort. +Hardly had he read the letter, when his wife entered. The +sudden departure of Franz, after being summoned by M. +Noirtier, had so much astonished every one, that the +position of Madame de Villefort, left alone with the notary +and the witnesses, became every moment more embarrassing. +Determined to bear it no longer, she arose and left the +room; saying she would go and make some inquiries into the +cause of his sudden disappearance. + +M. de Villefort's communications on the subject were very +limited and concise; he told her, in fact, that an +explanation had taken place between M. Noirtier, M. +d'Epinay, and himself, and that the marriage of Valentine +and Franz would consequently be broken off. This was an +awkward and unpleasant thing to have to report to those who +were awaiting her return in the chamber of her +father-in-law. She therefore contented herself with saying +that M. Noirtier having at the commencement of the +discussion been attacked by a sort of apoplectic fit, the +affair would necessarily be deferred for some days longer. +This news, false as it was following so singularly in the +train of the two similar misfortunes which had so recently +occurred, evidently astonished the auditors, and they +retired without a word. During this time Valentine, at once +terrified and happy, after having embraced and thanked the +feeble old man for thus breaking with a single blow the +chain which she had been accustomed to consider as +irrefragable, asked leave to retire to her own room, in +order to recover her composure. Noirtier looked the +permission which she solicited. But instead of going to her +own room, Valentine, having once gained her liberty, entered +the gallery, and, opening a small door at the end of it. +found herself at once in the garden. + +In the midst of all the strange events which had crowded one +on the other, an indefinable sentiment of dread had taken +possession of Valentine's mind. She expected every moment +that she should see Morrel appear, pale and trembling, to +forbid the signing of the contract, like the Laird of +Ravenswood in "The Bride of Lammermoor." It was high time +for her to make her appearance at the gate, for Maximilian +had long awaited her coming. He had half guessed what was +going on when he saw Franz quit the cemetery with M. de +Villefort. He followed M. d'Epinay, saw him enter, +afterwards go out, and then re-enter with Albert and +Chateau-Renaud. He had no longer any doubts as to the nature +of the conference; he therefore quickly went to the gate in +the clover-patch, prepared to hear the result of the +proceedings, and very certain that Valentine would hasten to +him the first moment she should he set at liberty. He was +not mistaken; peering through the crevices of the wooden +partition, he soon discovered the young girl, who cast aside +all her usual precautions and walked at once to the barrier. +The first glance which Maximilian directed towards her +entirely reassured him, and the first words she spoke made +his heart bound with delight. + +"We are saved!" said Valentine. "Saved?" repeated Morrel, +not being able to conceive such intense happiness; "by +whom?" + +"By my grandfather. Oh, Morrel, pray love him for all his +goodness to us!" Morrel swore to love him with all his soul; +and at that moment he could safely promise to do so, for he +felt as though it were not enough to love him merely as a +friend or even as a father. "But tell me, Valentine, how has +it all been effected? What strange means has he used to +compass this blessed end?" + +Valentine was on the point of relating all that had passed, +but she suddenly remembered that in doing so she must reveal +a terrible secret which concerned others as well as her +grandfather, and she said, "At some future time I will tell +you all about it." + +"But when will that be?" + +"When I am your wife." + +The conversation had now turned upon a topic so pleasing to +Morrel, that he was ready to accede to anything that +Valentine thought fit to propose, and he likewise felt that +a piece of intelligence such as he just heard ought to be +more than sufficient to content him for one day. However, he +would not leave without the promise of seeing Valentine +again the next night. Valentine promised all that Morrel +required of her, and certainly it was less difficult now for +her to believe that she should marry Maximilian than it was +an hour ago to assure herself that she should not marry +Franz. During the time occupied by the interview we have +just detailed, Madame de Villefort had gone to visit M. +Noirtier. The old man looked at her with that stern and +forbidding expression with which he was accustomed to +receive her. + +"Sir," said she, "it is superfluous for me to tell you that +Valentine's marriage is broken off, since it was here that +the affair was concluded." Noirtier's countenance remained +immovable. "But one thing I can tell you, of which I do not +think you are aware; that is, that I have always been +opposed to this marriage, and that the contract was entered +into entirely without my consent or approbation." Noirtier +regarded his daughter-in-law with the look of a man desiring +an explanation. "Now that this marriage, which I know you so +much disliked, is done away with, I come to you on an errand +which neither M. de Villefort nor Valentine could +consistently undertake." Noirtier's eyes demanded the nature +of her mission. "I come to entreat you, sir," continued +Madame de Villefort, "as the only one who has the right of +doing so, inasmuch as I am the only one who will receive no +personal benefit from the transaction, -- I come to entreat +you to restore, not your love, for that she has always +possessed, but to restore your fortune to your +granddaughter." + +There was a doubtful expression in Noirtier's eyes; he was +evidently trying to discover the motive of this proceeding, +and he could not succeed in doing so. "May I hope, sir," +said Madame de Villefort, "that your intentions accord with +my request?" Noirtier made a sign that they did. "In that +case, sir," rejoined Madame de Villefort, "I will leave you +overwhelmed with gratitude and happiness at your prompt +acquiescence to my wishes." She then bowed to M. Noirtier +and retired. + +The next day M. Noirtier sent for the notary; the first will +was torn up and a second made, in which he left the whole of +his fortune to Valentine, on condition that she should never +be separated from him. It was then generally reported that +Mademoiselle de Villefort, the heiress of the marquis and +marchioness of Saint-Meran, had regained the good graces of +her grandfather, and that she would ultimately be in +possession of an income of 300,000 livres. + +While all the proceedings relative to the dissolution of the +marriage-contract were being carried on at the house of M. +de Villefort, Monte Cristo had paid his visit to the Count +of Morcerf, who, in order to lose no time in responding to +M. Danglars' wishes, and at the same time to pay all due +deference to his position in society, donned his uniform of +lieutenant-general, which he ornamented with all his +crosses, and thus attired, ordered his finest horses and +drove to the Rue de la Chausse d'Antin. + +Danglars was balancing his monthly accounts, and it was +perhaps not the most favorable moment for finding him in his +best humor. At the first sight of his old friend, Danglars +assumed his majestic air, and settled himself in his +easy-chair. Morcerf, usually so stiff and formal, accosted +the banker in an affable and smiling manner, and, feeling +sure that the overture he was about make would be well +received, he did not consider it necessary to adopt any +manoeuvres in order to gain his end, but went at once +straight to the point. + +"Well, baron," said he, "here I am at last; some time has +elapsed since our plans were formed, and they are not yet +executed." Morcerf paused at these words, quietly waiting +till the cloud should have dispersed which had gathered on +the brow of Danglars, and which he attributed to his +silence; but, on the contrary, to his great surprise, it +grew darker and darker. "To what do you allude, monsieur?" +said Danglars; as if he were trying in vain to guess at the +possible meaning of the general's words. + +"Ah," said Morcerf, "I see you are a stickler for forms, my +dear sir, and you would remind me that the ceremonial rites +should not be omitted. Ma foi, I beg your pardon, but as I +have but one son, and it is the first time I have ever +thought of marrying him, I am still serving my +apprenticeship, you know; come, I will reform." And Morcerf +with a forced smile arose, and, making a low bow to M. +Danglars, said: "Baron, I have the honor of asking of you +the hand of Mademoiselle Eugenie Danglars for my son, the +Vicomte Albert de Morcerf." + +But Danglars, instead of receiving this address in the +favorable manner which Morcerf had expected, knit his brow, +and without inviting the count, who was still standing, to +take a seat. he said: "Monsieur, it will be necessary to +reflect before I give you an answer." + +"To reflect?" said Morcerf, more and more astonished; "have +you not had enough time for reflection during the eight +years which have elapsed since this marriage was first +discussed between us?" + +"Count," said the banker, "things are constantly occurring +in the world to induce us to lay aside our most established +opinions, or at all events to cause us to remodel them +according to the change of circumstances, which may have +placed affairs in a totally different light to that in which +we at first viewed them." + +"I do not understand you, baron," said Morcerf. + +"What I mean to say is this, sir, -- that during the last +fortnight unforeseen circumstances have occurred" -- + +"Excuse me," said Morcerf, "but is it a play we are acting?" + +"A play?" + +"Yes, for it is like one; pray let us come more to the +point, and endeavor thoroughly to understand each other." + +"That is quite my desire." + +"You have seen M. de Monte Cristo have you not?" + +"I see him very often," said Danglars, drawing himself up; +"he is a particular friend of mine." + +"Well, in one of your late conversations with him, you said +that I appeared to be forgetful and irresolute concerning +this marriage, did you not?" + +"I did say so." + +"Well, here I am, proving at once that I am really neither +the one nor the other, by entreating you to keep your +promise on that score." + +Danglars did not answer. "Have you so soon changed your +mind," added Morcerf, "or have you only provoked my request +that you may have the pleasure of seeing me humbled?" +Danglars, seeing that if he continued the conversation in +the same tone in which he had begun it, the whole thing +might turn out to his own disadvantage, turned to Morcerf, +and said: "Count, you must doubtless be surprised at my +reserve, and I assure you it costs me much to act in such a +manner towards you; but, believe me when I say that +imperative necessity has imposed the painful task upon me." + +"These are all so many empty words, my dear sir," said +Morcerf: "they might satisfy a new acquaintance, but the +Comte de Morcerf does not rank in that list; and when a man +like him comes to another, recalls to him his plighted word, +and this man fails to redeem the pledge, he has at least a +right to exact from him a good reason for so doing." +Danglars was a coward, but did not wish to appear so; he was +piqued at the tone which Morcerf had just assumed. "I am not +without a good reason for my conduct," replied the banker. + +"What do you mean to say?" + +"I mean to say that I have a good reason, but that it is +difficult to explain." + +"You must be aware, at all events, that it is impossible for +me to understand motives before they are explained to me; +but one thing at least is clear, which is, that you decline +allying yourself with my family." + +"No, sir," said Danglars; "I merely suspend my decision, +that is all." + +"And do you really flatter yourself that I shall yield to +all your caprices, and quietly and humbly await the time of +again being received into your good graces?" + +"Then, count, if you will not wait, we must look upon these +projects as if they had never been entertained." The count +bit his lips till the blood almost started, to prevent the +ebullition of anger which his proud and irritable temper +scarcely allowed him to restrain; understanding, however, +that in the present state of things the laugh would +decidedly be against him, he turned from the door, towards +which he had been directing his steps, and again confronted +the banker. A cloud settled on his brow, evincing decided +anxiety and uneasiness, instead of the expression of +offended pride which had lately reigned there. "My dear +Danglars," said Morcerf, "we have been acquainted for many +years, and consequently we ought to make some allowance for +each other's failings. You owe me an explanation, and really +it is but fair that I should know what circumstance has +occurred to deprive my son of your favor." + +"It is from no personal ill-feeling towards the viscount, +that is all I can say, sir," replied Danglars, who resumed +his insolent manner as soon as he perceived that Morcerf was +a little softened and calmed down. "And towards whom do you +bear this personal ill-feeling, then?" said Morcerf, turning +pale with anger. The expression of the count's face had not +remained unperceived by the banker; he fixed on him a look +of greater assurance than before, and said: "You may, +perhaps, be better satisfied that I should not go farther +into particulars." + +A tremor of suppressed rage shook the whole frame of the +count, and making a violent effort over himself, he said: "I +have a right to insist on your giving me an explanation. Is +it Madame de Morcerf who has displeased you? Is it my +fortune which you find insufficient? Is it because my +opinions differ from yours?" + +"Nothing of the kind, sir," replied Danglars: "if such had +been the case, I only should have been to blame, inasmuch as +I was aware of all these things when I made the engagement. +No, do not seek any longer to discover the reason. I really +am quite ashamed to have been the cause of your undergoing +such severe self-examination; let us drop the subject, and +adopt the middle course of delay, which implies neither a +rupture nor an engagement. Ma foi, there is no hurry. My +daughter is only seventeen years old, and your son +twenty-one. While we wait, time will be progressing, events +will succeed each other; things which in the evening look +dark and obscure, appear but too clearly in the light of +morning, and sometimes the utterance of one word, or the +lapse of a single day, will reveal the most cruel +calumnies." + +"Calumnies, did you say, sir?" cried Morcerf, turning livid +with rage. "Does any one dare to slander me?" + +"Monsieur, I told you that I considered it best to avoid all +explanation." + +"Then, sir, I am patiently to submit to your refusal?" + +"Yes, sir, although I assure you the refusal is as painful +for me to give as it is for you to receive, for I had +reckoned on the honor of your alliance, and the breaking off +of a marriage contract always injures the lady more than the +gentleman." + +"Enough, sir," said Morcerf, "we will speak no more on the +subject." And clutching his gloves in anger, he left the +apartment. Danglars observed that during the whole +conversation Morcerf had never once dared to ask if it was +on his own account that Danglars recalled his word. That +evening he had a long conference with several friends; and +M. Cavalcanti, who had remained in the drawing-room with the +ladies, was the last to leave the banker's house. + +The next morning, as soon as he awoke, Danglars asked for +the newspapers; they were brought to him; he laid aside +three or four, and at last fixed on the Impartial, the paper +of which Beauchamp was the chief editor. He hastily tore off +the cover, opened the journal with nervous precipitation, +passed contemptuously over the Paris jottings, and arriving +at the miscellaneous intelligence, stopped with a malicious +smile, at a paragraph headed "We hear from Yanina." "Very +good," observed Danglars, after having read the paragraph; +"here is a little article on Colonel Fernand, which, if I am +not mistaken, would render the explanation which the Comte +de Morcerf required of me perfectly unnecessary." + +At the same moment, that is, at nine o'clock in the morning, +Albert de Morcerf, dressed in a black coat buttoned up to +his chin, might have been seen walking with a quick and +agitated step in the direction of Monte Cristo's house in +the Champs Elysees. When he presented himself at the gate +the porter informed him that the Count had gone out about +half an hour previously. "Did he take Baptistin with him?" + +"No, my lord." + +"Call him, then; I wish to speak to him." The concierge went +to seek the valet de chambre, and returned with him in an +instant. + +"My good friend," said Albert, "I beg pardon for my +intrusion, but I was anxious to know from your own mouth if +your master was really out or not." + +"He is really out, sir," replied Baptistin. + +"Out, even to me?" + +"I know how happy my master always is to receive the +vicomte," said Baptistin; "and I should therefore never +think of including him in any general order." + +"You are right; and now I wish to see him on an affair of +great importance. Do you think it will be long before he +comes in?" + +"No, I think not, for he ordered his breakfast at ten +o'clock." + +"Well, I will go and take a turn in the Champs Elysees, and +at ten o'clock I will return here; meanwhile, if the count +should come in, will you beg him not to go out again without +seeing me?" + +"You may depend on my doing so, sir," said Baptistin. + +Albert left the cab in which he had come at the count's +door, intending to take a turn on foot. As he was passing +the Allee des Veuves, he thought he saw the count's horses +standing at Gosset's shooting-gallery; he approached, and +soon recognized the coachman. "Is the count shooting in the +gallery?" said Morcerf. + +"Yes, sir," replied the coachman. While he was speaking, +Albert had heard the report of two or three pistol-shots. He +entered, and on his way met the waiter. "Excuse me, my +lord," said the lad; "but will you have the kindness to wait +a moment?" + +"What for, Philip?" asked Albert, who, being a constant +visitor there, did not understand this opposition to his +entrance. + +"Because the person who is now in the gallery prefers being +alone, and never practices in the presence of any one." + +"Not even before you, Philip? Then who loads his pistol?" + +"His servant." + +"A Nubian?" + +"A negro." + +"It is he, then." + +"Do you know this gentleman?" + +"Yes, and I am come to look for him; he is a friend of +mine." + +"Oh, that is quite another thing, then. I will go +immediately and inform him of your arrival." And Philip, +urged by his own curiosity, entered the gallery; a second +afterwards, Monte Cristo appeared on the threshold. "I ask +your pardon, my dear count," said Albert, "for following you +here, and I must first tell you that it was not the fault of +your servants that I did so; I alone am to blame for the +indiscretion. I went to your house, and they told me you +were out, but that they expected you home at ten o'clock to +breakfast. I was walking about in order to pass away the +time till ten o'clock, when I caught sight of your carriage +and horses." + +"What you have just said induces me to hope that you intend +breakfasting with me." + +"No, thank you, I am thinking of other things besides +breakfast just now; perhaps we may take that meal at a later +hour and in worse company." + +"What on earth are you talking of?" + +"I am to fight to-day." + +"For what?" + +"I am going to fight" -- + +"Yes, I understand that, but what is the quarrel? People +fight for all sorts of reasons, you know."- + +"I fight in the cause of honor." + +"Ah, that is something serious." + +"So serious, that I come to beg you to render me a service." + +"What is it?" + +"To be my second." + +"That is a serious matter, and we will not discuss it here; +let us speak of nothing till we get home. Ali, bring me some +water." The count turned up his sleeves, and passed into the +little vestibule where the gentlemen were accustomed to wash +their hands after shooting. "Come in, my lord," said Philip +in a low tone, "and I will show you something droll." +Morcerf entered, and in place of the usual target, he saw +some playing-cards fixed against the wall. At a distance +Albert thought it was a complete suit, for he counted from +the ace to the ten. "Ah, ha," said Albert, "I see you were +preparing for a game of cards." + +"No," said the count, "I was making a suit." + +"How?" said Albert. + +"Those are really aces and twos which you see, but my shots +have turned them into threes, fives, sevens, eights, nines, +and tens." Albert approached. In fact, the bullets had +actually pierced the cards in the exact places which the +painted signs would otherwise have occupied, the lines and +distances being as regularly kept as if they had been ruled +with pencil. "Diable," said Morcerf. + +"What would you have, my dear viscount?" said Monte Cristo, +wiping his hands on the towel which Ali had brought him; "I +must occupy my leisure moments in some way or other. But +come, I am waiting for you." Both men entered Monte Cristo's +carriage, which in the course of a few minutes deposited +them safely at No. 30. Monte Cristo took Albert into his +study, and pointing to a seat, placed another for himself. +"Now let us talk the matter over quietly," said the count. + +"You see I am perfectly composed," said Albert. + +"With whom are you going to fight?" + +"With Beauchamp." + +"One of your friends!" + +"Of course; it is always with friends that one fights." + +"I suppose you have some cause of quarrel?" + +"I have." + +"What has he done to you?" + +"There appeared in his journal last night -- but wait, and +read for yourself." And Albert handed over the paper to the +count, who read as follows: -- + +"A correspondent at Yanina informs us of a fact of which +until now we had remained in ignorance. The castle which +formed the protection of the town was given up to the Turks +by a French officer named Fernand, in whom the grand vizier, +Ali Tepelini, had reposed the greatest confidence." + +"Well," said Monte Cristo, "what do you see in that to annoy +you?" + +"What do I see in it?" + +"Yes; what does it signify to you if the castle of Yanina +was given up by a French officer?" + +"It signifies to my father, the Count of Morcerf, whose +Christian name is Fernand!" + +"Did your father serve under Ali Pasha?" + +"Yes; that is to say, he fought for the independence of the +Greeks, and hence arises the calumny." + +"Oh, my dear viscount, do talk reason!" + +"I do not desire to do otherwise." + +"Now, just tell me who the devil should know in France that +the officer Fernand and the Count of Morcerf are one and the +same person? and who cares now about Yanina, which was taken +as long ago as the year 1822 or 1823?" + +"That just shows the meanness of this slander. They have +allowed all this time to elapse, and then all of a sudden +rake up events which have been forgotten to furnish +materials for scandal, in order to tarnish the lustre of our +high position. I inherit my father's name, and I do not +choose that the shadow of disgrace should darken it. I am +going to Beauchamp, in whose journal this paragraph appears, +and I shall insist on his retracting the assertion before +two witnesses." + +"Beauchamp will never retract." + +"Then he must fight." + +"No he will not, for he will tell you, what is very true, +that perhaps there were fifty officers in the Greek army +bearing the same name." + +"We will fight, nevertheless. I will efface that blot on my +father's character. My father, who was such a brave soldier, +whose career was so brilliant" -- + +"Oh, well, he will add, `We are warranted in believing that +this Fernand is not the illustrious Count of Morcerf, who +also bears the same Christian name.'" + +"I am determined not to be content with anything short of an +entire retractation." + +"And you intend to make him do it in the presence of two +witnesses, do you?" + +"Yes." + +"You do wrong." + +"Which means, I suppose, that you refuse the service which I +asked of you?" + +"You know my theory regarding duels; I told you my opinion +on that subject, if you remember, when we were at Rome." + +"Nevertheless, my dear count, I found you this morning +engaged in an occupation but little consistent with the +notions you profess to entertain." + +"Because, my dear fellow, you understand one must never be +eccentric. If one's lot is cast among fools, it is necessary +to study folly. I shall perhaps find myself one day called +out by some harebrained scamp, who has no more real cause of +quarrel with me than you have with Beauchamp; he may take me +to task for some foolish trifle or other, he will bring his +witnesses, or will insult me in some public place, and I am +expected to kill him for all that." + +"You admit that you would fight, then? Well, if so, why do +you object to my doing so?" + +"I do not say that you ought not to fight, I only say that a +duel is a serious thing, and ought not to be undertaken +without due reflection." + +"Did he reflect before he insulted my father?" + +"If he spoke hastily, and owns that he did so, you ought to +be satisfied." + +"Ah, my dear count, you are far too indulgent." + +"And you are far too exacting. Supposing, for instance, and +do not be angry at what I am going to say" -- + +"Well." + +"Supposing the assertion to be really true?" + +"A son ought not to submit to such a stain on his father's +honor." + +"Ma foi, we live in times when there is much to which we +must submit." + +"That is precisely the fault of the age." + +"And do you undertake to reform it?" + +"Yes, as far as I am personally concerned." + +"Well, you the indeed exacting, my dear fellow!" + +"Yes, I own it." + +"Are you quite impervious to good advice?" + +"Not when it comes from a friend." + +"And do you account me that title?" + +"Certainly I do." + +"Well, then, before going to Beauchamp with your witnesses, +seek further information on the subject." + +"From whom?" + +"From Haidee." + +"Why, what can be the use of mixing a woman up in the +affair? -- what can she do in it?" + +"She can declare to you, for example, that your father had +no hand whatever in the defeat and death of the vizier; or +if by chance he had, indeed, the misfortune to" -- + +"I have told you, my dear count, that I would not for one +moment admit of such a proposition." + +"You reject this means of information, then?" + +"I do -- most decidedly." + +"Then let me offer one more word of advice." + +"Do so, then, but let it be the last." + +"You do not wish to hear it, perhaps?" + +"On the contrary, I request it." + +"Do not take any witnesses with you when you go to Beauchamp +-- visit him alone." + +"That would be contrary to all custom." + +"Your case is not an ordinary one." + +"And what is your reason for advising me to go alone?" + +"Because then the affair will rest between you and +Beauchamp." + +"Explain yourself." + +"I will do so. If Beauchamp be disposed to retract, you +ought at least to give him the opportunity of doing it of +his own free will, -- the satisfaction to you will be the +same. If, on the contrary, he refuses to do so, it will then +be quite time enough to admit two strangers into your +secret." + +"They will not be strangers, they will be friends." + +"Ah, but the friends of to-day are the enemies of to-morrow; +Beauchamp, for instance." + +"So you recommend" -- + +"I recommend you to be prudent." + +"Then you advise me to go alone to Beauchamp?" + +"I do, and I will tell you why. When you wish to obtain some +concession from a man's self-love, you must avoid even the +appearance of wishing to wound it." + +"I believe you are right." + +"I am glad of it." + +"Then I will go alone." + +"Go; but you would do better still by not going at all." + +"That is impossible." + +"Do so, then; it will be a wiser plan than the first which +you proposed." + +"But if, in spite of all my precautions, I am at last +obliged to fight, will you not be my second?" + +"My dear viscount," said Monte Cristo gravely, "you must +have seen before to-day that at all times and in all places +I have been at your disposal, but the service which you have +just demanded of me is one which it is out of my power to +render you." + +"Why?" + +"Perhaps you may know at some future period, and in the mean +time I request you to excuse my declining to put you in +possession of my reasons." + +"Well, I will have Franz and Chateau-Renaud; they will be +the very men for it." + +"Do so, then." + +"But if I do fight, you will surely not object to giving me +a lesson or two in shooting and fencing?" + +"That, too, is impossible." + +"What a singular being you are! -- you will not interfere in +anything." + +"You are right -- that is the principle on which I wish to +act." + +"We will say no more about it, then. Good-by, count." +Morcerf took his hat, and left the room. He found his +carriage at the door, and doing his utmost to restrain his +anger he went at once to find Beauchamp, who was in his +office. It was a gloomy, dusty-looking apartment, such as +journalists' offices have always been from time immemorial. +The servant announced M. Albert de Morcerf. Beauchamp +repeated the name to himself, as though he could scarcely +believe that he had heard aright, and then gave orders for +him to be admitted. Albert entered. Beauchamp uttered an +exclamation of surprise on seeing his friend leap over and +trample under foot all the newspapers which were strewed +about the room. "This way, this way, my dear Albert!" said +he, holding out his hand to the young man. "Are you out of +your senses, or do you come peaceably to take breakfast with +me? Try and find a seat -- there is one by that geranium, +which is the only thing in the room to remind me that there +are other leaves in the world besides leaves of paper." + +"Beauchamp," said Albert, "it is of your journal that I come +to speak." + +"Indeed? What do you wish to say about it?" + +"I desire that a statement contained in it should be +rectified." + +"To what do you refer? But pray sit down." + +"Thank you," said Albert, with a cold and formal bow. + +"Will you now have the kindness to explain the nature of the +statement which has displeased you?" + +"An announcement has been made which implicates the honor of +a member of my family." + +"What is it?" said Beauchamp, much surprised; "surely you +must be mistaken." + +"The story sent you from Yanina." + +"Yanina?" + +"Yes; really you appear to be totally ignorant of the cause +which brings me here." + +"Such is really the case, I assure you, upon my honor! +Baptiste, give me yesterday's paper," cried Beauchamp. + +"Here, I have brought mine with me," replied Albert. + +Beauchamp took the paper, and read the article to which +Albert pointed in an undertone. "You see it is a serious +annoyance," said Morcerf, when Beauchamp had finished the +perusal of the paragraph. "Is the officer referred to a +relation of yours, then?" demanded the journalist. + +"Yes," said Albert, blushing. + +"Well, what do you wish me to do for you?" said Beauchamp +mildly. + +"My dear Beauchamp, I wish you to contradict this +statement." Beauchamp looked at Albert with a benevolent +expression. + +"Come," said he, "this matter will want a good deal of +talking over; a retractation is always a serious thing, you +know. Sit down, and I will read it again." Albert resumed +his seat, and Beauchamp read, with more attention than at +first, the lines denounced by his friend. "Well," said +Albert in a determined tone, "you see that your paper his +insulted a member of my family, and I insist on a +retractation being made." + +"You insist?" + +"Yes, I insist." + +"Permit me to remind you that you are not in the Chamber, my +dear Viscount." + +"Nor do I wish to be there," replied the young man, rising. +"I repeat that I am determined to have the announcement of +yesterday contradicted. You have known me long enough," +continued Albert, biting his lips convulsively, for he saw +that Beauchamp's anger was beginning to rise, -- "you have +been my friend, and therefore sufficiently intimate with me +to be aware that I am likely to maintain my resolution on +this point." + +"If I have been your friend, Morcerf, your present manner of +speaking would almost lead me to forget that I ever bore +that title. But wait a moment, do not let us get angry, or +at least not yet. You are irritated and vexed -- tell me how +this Fernand is related to you?" + +"He is merely my father," said Albert -- "M. Fernand +Mondego, Count of Morcerf, an old soldier who has fought in +twenty battles and whose honorable scars they would denounce +as badges of disgrace." + +"Is it your father?" said Beauchamp; "that is quite another +thing. Then can well understand your indignation, my dear +Albert. I will look at it again;" and he read the paragraph +for the third time, laying a stress on each word as he +proceeded. "But the paper nowhere identifies this Fernand +with your father." + +"No; but the connection will be seen by others, and +therefore I will have the article contradicted." At the +words "I will," Beauchamp steadily raised his eyes to +Albert's countenance, and then as gradually lowering them, +he remained thoughtful for a few moments. "You will retract +this assertion, will you not, Beauchamp?" said Albert with +increased though stifled anger. + +"Yes," replied Beauchamp. + +"Immediately?" said Albert. + +"When I am convinced that the statement is false." + +"What?" + +"The thing is worth looking into, and I will take pains to +investigate the matter thoroughly." + +"But what is there to investigate, sir?" said Albert, +enraged beyond measure at Beauchamp's last remark. "If you +do not believe that it is my father, say so immediately; and +if, on the contrary, you believe it to be him, state your +reasons for doing so." Beauchamp looked at Albert with the +smile which was so peculiar to him, and which in its +numerous modifications served to express every varied +emotion of his mind. "Sir," replied he, "if you came to me +with the idea of demanding satisfaction, you should have +gone at once to the point, and not have entertained me with +the idle conversation to which I have been patiently +listening for the last half hour. Am I to put this +construction on your visit?" + +"Yes, if you will not consent to retract that infamous +calumny." + +"Wait a moment -- no threats, if you please, M. Fernand +Mondego, Vicomte de Morcerf; I never allow them from my +enemies, and therefore shall not put up with them from my +friends. You insist on my contradicting the article relating +to General Fernand, an article with which, I assure you on +my word of honor, I had nothing whatever to do?" + +"Yes, I insist on it," said Albert, whose mind was beginning +to get bewildered with the excitement of his feelings. + +"And if I refuse to retract, you wish to fight, do you?" +said Beauchamp in a calm tone. + +"Yes," replied Albert, raising his voice. + +"Well," said Beauchamp, "here is my answer, my dear sir. The +article was not inserted by me -- I was not even aware of +it; but you have, by the step you have taken, called my +attention to the paragraph in question, and it will remain +until it shall be either contradicted or confirmed by some +one who has a right to do so." + +"Sir," said Albert, rising, "I will do myself the honor of +sending my seconds to you, and you will be kind enough to +arrange with them the place of meeting and the weapons." + +"Certainly, my dear sir." + +"And this evening, if you please, or to-morrow at the +latest, we will meet." + +"No, no, I will be on the ground at the proper time; but in +my opinion (and I have a right to dictate the preliminaries, +as it is I who have received the provocation) -- in my +opinion the time ought not to be yet. I know you to be well +skilled in the management of the sword, while I am only +moderately so; I know, too, that you are a good marksman -- +there we are about equal. I know that a duel between us two +would be a serious affair, because you are brave, and I am +brave also. I do not therefore wish either to kill you, or +to be killed myself without a cause. Now, I am going to put +a question to you, and one very much to the purpose too. Do +you insist on this retractation so far as to kill me if I do +not make it, although I have repeated more than once, and +affirmed on my honor, that I was ignorant of the thing with +which you charge me, and although I still declare that it is +impossible for any one but you to recognize the Count of +Morcerf under the name of Fernand?" + +"I maintain my original resolution." + +"Very well, my dear sir; then I consent to cut throats with +you. But I require three weeks' preparation; at the end of +that time I shall come and say to you, `The assertion is +false, and I retract it,' or `The assertion is true,' when I +shall immediately draw the sword from its sheath, or the +pistols from the case, whichever you please." + +"Three weeks!" cried Albert; "they will pass as slowly as +three centuries when I am all the time suffering dishonor." + +"Had you continued to remain on amicable terms with me, I +should have said, `Patience, my friend;' but you have +constituted yourself my enemy, therefore I say, `What does +that signify to me, sir?'" + +"Well, let it be three weeks then," said Morcerf; "but +remember, at the expiration of that time no delay or +subterfuge will justify you in" -- + +"M. Albert de Morcerf," said Beauchamp, rising in his turn, +"I cannot throw you out of window for three weeks -- that is +to say, for twenty-four days to come -- nor have you any +right to split my skull open till that time has elapsed. +To-day is the 29th of August; the 21st of September will, +therefore, be the conclusion of the term agreed on, and till +that time arrives -- and it is the advice of a gentleman +which I am about to give you -- till then we will refrain +from growling and barking like two dogs chained within sight +of each other." When he had concluded his speech, Beauchamp +bowed coldly to Albert, turned his back upon him, and went +to the press-room. + +Albert vented his anger on a pile of newspapers, which he +sent flying all over the office by switching them violently +with his stick; after which ebullition he departed -- not, +however, without walking several times to the door of the +press-room, as if he had half a mind to enter. While Albert +was lashing the front of his carriage in the same manner +that he had the newspapers which were the innocent agents of +his discomfiture, as he was crossing the barrier he +perceived Morrel, who was walking with a quick step and a +bright eye. He was passing the Chinese Baths, and appeared +to have come from the direction of the Porte Saint-Martin, +and to be going towards the Madeleine. "Ah," said Morcerf, +"there goes a happy man!" And it so happened Albert was not +mistaken in his opinion. + + + +Chapter 79 +The Lemonade. + +Morrel was, in fact, very happy. M. Noirtier had just sent +for him, and he was in such haste to know the reason of his +doing so that he had not stopped to take a cab, placing +infinitely more dependence on his own two legs than on the +four legs of a cab-horse. He had therefore set off at a +furious rate from the Rue Meslay, and was hastening with +rapid strides in the direction of the Faubourg Saint-Honore. +Morrel advanced with a firm, manly tread, and poor Barrois +followed him as he best might. Morrel was only thirty-one, +Barrois was sixty years of age; Morrel was deeply in love, +and Barrois was dying with heat and exertion. These two men, +thus opposed in age and interests, resembled two parts of a +triangle, presenting the extremes of separation, yet +nevertheless possessing their point of union. This point of +union was Noirtier, and it was he who had just sent for +Morrel, with the request that the latter would lose no time +in coming to him -- a command which Morrel obeyed to the +letter, to the great discomfiture of Barrois. On arriving at +the house, Morrel was not even out of breath, for love lends +wings to our desires; but Barrois, who had long forgotten +what it was to love, was sorely fatigued by the expedition +he had been constrained to use. + +The old servant introduced Morrel by a private entrance, +closed the door of the study, and soon the rustling of a +dress announced the arrival of Valentine. She looked +marvellously beautiful in her deep mourning dress, and +Morrel experienced such intense delight in gazing upon her +that he felt as if he could almost have dispensed with the +conversation of her grandfather. But the easy-chair of the +old man was heard rolling along the floor, and he soon made +his appearance in the room. Noirtier acknowledged by a look +of extreme kindness and benevolence the thanks which Morrel +lavished on him for his timely intervention on behalf of +Valentine and himself -- an intervention which had saved +them from despair. Morrel then cast on the invalid an +interrogative look as to the new favor which he designed to +bestow on him. Valentine was sitting at a little distance +from them, timidly awaiting the moment when she should be +obliged to speak. Noirtier fixed his eyes on her. "Am I to +say what you told me?" asked Valentine. Noirtier made a sign +that she was to do so. + +"Monsieur Morrel," said Valentine to the young man, who was +regarding her with the most intense interest, "my +grandfather, M. Noirtier, had a thousand things to say, +which he told me three days ago; and now, he has sent for +you, that I may repeat them to you. I will repeat them, +then; and since he has chosen me as his interpreter, I will +be faithful to the trust, and will not alter a word of his +intentions." + +"Oh, I am listening with the greatest impatience," replied +the young man; "speak, I beg of you." Valentine cast down +her eyes; this was a good omen for Morrel, for he knew that +nothing but happiness could have the power of thus +overcoming Valentine. "My grandfather intends leaving this +house," said she, "and Barrois is looking out suitable +apartments for him in another." + +"But you, Mademoiselle de Villefort, -- you, who are +necessary to M. Noirtier's happiness" -- + +"I?" interrupted Valentine; "I shall not leave my +grandfather, -- that is an understood thing between us. My +apartment will be close to his. Now, M. de Villefort must +either give his consent to this plan or his refusal; in the +first case, I shall leave directly, and in the second, I +shall wait till I am of age, which will be in about ten +months. Then I shall be free, I shall have an independent +fortune, and" -- + +"And what?" demanded Morrel. + +"And with my grandfather's consent I shall fulfil the +promise which I have made you." Valentine pronounced these +last few words in such a low tone, that nothing but Morrel's +intense interest in what she was saying could have enabled +him to hear them. "Have I not explained your wishes, +grandpapa?" said Valentine, addressing Noirtier. "Yes," +looked the old man. -- "Once under my grandfather's roof, M. +Morrel can visit me in the presence of my good and worthy +protector, if we still feel that the union we contemplated +will be likely to insure our future comfort and happiness; +in that case I shall expect M. Morrel to come and claim me +at my own hands. But, alas, I have heard it said that hearts +inflamed by obstacles to their desire grew cold in time of +security; I trust we shall never find it so in our +experience!" + +"Oh," cried Morrel, almost tempted to throw himself on his +knees before Noirtier and Valentine, and to adore them as +two superior beings, "what have I ever done in my life to +merit such unbounded happiness?" + +"Until that time," continued the young girl in a calm and +self-possessed tone of voice, "we will conform to +circumstances, and be guided by the wishes of our friends, +so long as those wishes do not tend finally to separate us; +in a word, and I repeat it, because it expresses all I wish +to convey, -- we will wait." + +"And I swear to make all the sacrifices which this word +imposes, sir," said Morrel, "not only with resignation, but +with cheerfulness." + +"Therefore," continued Valentine, looking playfully at +Maximilian, "no more inconsiderate actions -- no more rash +projects; for you surely would not wish to compromise one +who from this day regards herself as destined, honorably and +happily, to bear your name?" + +Morrel looked obedience to her commands. Noirtier regarded +the lovers with a look of ineffable tenderness, while +Barrois, who had remained in the room in the character of a +man privileged to know everything that passed, smiled on the +youthful couple as he wiped the perspiration from his bald +forehead. "How hot you look, my good Barrois," said +Valentine. + +"Ah, I have been running very fast, mademoiselle, but I must +do M. Morrel the justice to say that he ran still faster." +Noirtier directed their attention to a waiter, on which was +placed a decanter containing lemonade and a glass. The +decanter was nearly full, with the exception of a little, +which had been already drunk by M. Noirtier. + +"Come, Barrois," said the young girl, "take some of this +lemonade; I see you are coveting a good draught of it." + +"The fact is, mademoiselle," said Barrois, "I am dying with +thirst, and since you are so kind as to offer it me, I +cannot say I should at all object to drinking your health in +a glass of it." + +"Take some, then, and come back immediately." Barrois took +away the waiter, and hardly was he outside the door, which +in his haste he forgot to shut, than they saw him throw back +his head and empty to the very dregs the glass which +Valentine had filled. Valentine and Morrel were exchanging +their adieux in the presence of Noirtier when a ring was +heard at the door-bell. It was the signal of a visit. +Valentine looked at her watch. + +"It is past noon," said she, "and to-day is Saturday; I dare +say it is the doctor, grandpapa." Noirtier looked his +conviction that she was right in her supposition. "He will +come in here, and M. Morrel had better go, -- do you not +think so, grandpapa?" + +"Yes," signed the old man. + +"Barrois," cried Valentine, "Barrois!" + +"I am coming, mademoiselle," replied he. "Barrois will open +the door for you," said Valentine, addressing Morrel. "And +now remember one thing, Monsieur Officer, that my +grandfather commands you not to take any rash or ill-advised +step which would be likely to compromise our happiness." + +"I promised him to wait," replied Morrel; "and I will wait." + +At this moment Barrois entered. "Who rang?" asked Valentine. + +"Doctor d'Avrigny," said Barrois, staggering as if he would +fall. + +"What is the matter, Barrois?" said Valentine. The old man +did not answer, but looked at his master with wild staring +eyes, while with his cramped hand he grasped a piece of +furniture to enable him to stand upright. "He is going to +fall!" cried Morrel. The rigors which had attacked Barrois +gradually increased, the features of the face became quite +altered, and the convulsive movement of the muscles appeared +to indicate the approach of a most serious nervous disorder. +Noirtier, seeing Barrois in this pitiable condition, showed +by his looks all the various emotions of sorrow and sympathy +which can animate the heart of man. Barrois made some steps +towards his master. + +"Ah, sir," said he, "tell me what is the matter with me. I +am suffering -- I cannot see. A thousand fiery darts are +piercing my brain. Ah, don't touch me, pray don't." By this +time his haggard eyes had the appearance of being ready to +start from their sockets; his head fell back, and the lower +extremities of the body began to stiffen. Valentine uttered +a cry of horror; Morrel took her in his arms, as if to +defend her from some unknown danger. "M. d'Avrigny, M. +d'Avrigny," cried she, in a stifled voice. "Help, help!" +Barrois turned round and with a great effort stumbled a few +steps, then fell at the feet of Noirtier, and resting his +hand on the knee of the invalid, exclaimed, "My master, my +good master!" At this moment M. de Villefort, attracted by +the noise, appeared on the threshold. Morrel relaxed his +hold of Valentine, and retreating to a distant corner of the +room remained half hidden behind a curtain. Pale as if he +had been gazing on a serpent, he fixed his terrified eye on +the agonized sufferer. + +Noirtier, burning with impatience and terror, was in despair +at his utter inability to help his old domestic, whom he +regarded more in the light of a friend than a servant. One +might by the fearful swelling of the veins of his forehead +and the contraction of the muscles round the eye, trace the +terrible conflict which was going on between the living +energetic mind and the inanimate and helpless body. Barrois, +his features convulsed, his eyes suffused with blood, and +his head thrown back, was lying at full length, beating the +floor with his hands, while his legs had become so stiff, +that they looked as if they would break rather than bend. A +slight appearance of foam was visible around the mouth, and +he breathed painfully, and with extreme difficulty. + +Villefort seemed stupefied with astonishment, and remained +gazing intently on the scene before him without uttering a +word. He had not seen Morrel. After a moment of dumb +contemplation, during which his face became pale and his +hair seemed to stand on end, he sprang towards the door, +crying out, "Doctor, doctor! come instantly, pray come!" + +"Madame, madame!" cried Valentine, calling her step-mother, +and running up-stairs to meet her; "come quick, quick! -- +and bring your bottle of smelling-salts with you." + +"What is the matter?" said Madame de Villefort in a harsh +and constrained tone. + +"Oh, come, come!" + +"But where is the doctor?" exclaimed Villefort; "where is +he?" Madame de Villefort now deliberately descended the +staircase. In one hand she held her handkerchief, with which +she appeared to be wiping her face, and in the other a +bottle of English smelling-salts. Her first look on entering +the room was at Noirtier, whose face, independent of the +emotion which such a scene could not fail of producing, +proclaimed him to be in possession of his usual health; her +second glance was at the dying man. She turned pale, and her +eye passed quickly from the servant and rested on the +master. + +"In the name of heaven, madame," said Villefort, "where is +the doctor? He was with you just now. You see this is a fit +of apoplexy, and he might be saved if he could but be bled!" + +"Has he eaten anything lately?" asked Madame de Villefort, +eluding her husband's question. "Madame," replied Valentine, +"he has not even breakfasted. He has been running very fast +on an errand with which my grandfather charged him, and when +he returned, took nothing but a glass of lemonade." + +"Ah," said Madame de Villefort, "why did he not take wine? +Lemonade was a very bad thing for him." + +"Grandpapa's bottle of lemonade was standing just by his +side; poor Barrois was very thirsty, and was thankful to +drink anything he could find." Madame de Villefort started. +Noirtier looked at her with a glance of the most profound +scrutiny. "He has such a short neck," said she. "Madame," +said Villefort, "I ask where is M. d'Avrigny? In God's name +answer me!" + +"He is with Edward, who is not quite well," replied Madame +de Villefort, no longer being able to avoid answering. + +Villefort rushed up-stairs to fetch him. "Take this," said +Madame de Villefort, giving her smelling-bottle to +Valentine. "They will, no doubt, bleed him; therefore I will +retire, for I cannot endure the sight of blood;" and she +followed her husband up-stairs. Morrel now emerged from his +hiding-place, where he had remained quite unperceived, so +great had been the general confusion. "Go away as quick as +you can, Maximilian," said Valentine, "and stay till I send +for you. Go." + +Morrel looked towards Noirtier for permission to retire. The +old man, who had preserved all his usual coolness, made a +sign to him to do so. The young man pressed Valentine's hand +to his lips, and then left the house by a back staircase. At +the same moment that he quitted the room, Villefort and the +doctor entered by an opposite door. Barrois was now showing +signs of returning consciousness. The crisis seemed past, a +low moaning was heard, and he raised himself on one knee. +D'Avrigny and Villefort laid him on a couch. "What do you +prescribe, doctor?" demanded Villefort. "Give me some water +and ether. You have some in the house, have you not?" + +"Yes." + +"Send for some oil of turpentine and tartar emetic." + +Villefort immediately despatched a messenger. "And now let +every one retire." + +"Must I go too?" asked Valentine timidly. + +"Yes, mademoiselle, you especially," replied the doctor +abruptly. + +Valentine looked at M. d'Avrigny with astonishment, kissed +her grandfather on the forehead, and left the room. The +doctor closed the door after her with a gloomy air. "Look, +look, doctor," said Villefort, "he is quite coming round +again; I really do not think, after all, it is anything of +consequence." M. d'Avrigny answered by a melancholy smile. +"How do you feel, Barrois?" asked he. "A little better, +sir." + +"Will you drink some of this ether and water?" + +"I will try; but don't touch me." + +"Why not?" + +"Because I feel that if you were only to touch me with the +tip of your finger the fit would return." + +"Drink." + +Barrois took the glass, and, raising it to his purple lips, +took about half of the liquid offered him. "Where do you +suffer?" asked the doctor. + +"Everywhere. I feel cramps over my whole body." + +"Do you find any dazzling sensation before the eyes?" + +"Yes." + +"Any noise in the ears?" + +"Frightful." + +"When did you first feel that?" + +"Just now." + +"Suddenly?" + +"Yes, like a clap of thunder." + +"Did you feel nothing of it yesterday or the day before?" + +"Nothing." + +"No drowsiness?" + +"None." + +"What have you eaten to-day?" + +"I have eaten nothing; I only drank a glass of my master's +lemonade -- that's all;" and Barrois turned towards +Noirtier, who, immovably fixed in his arm-chair, was +contemplating this terrible scene without allowing a word or +a movement to escape him. + +"Where is this lemonade?" asked the doctor eagerly. + +"Down-stairs in the decanter." + +"Whereabouts downstairs?" + +"In the kitchen." + +"Shall I go and fetch it, doctor?" inquired Villefort. + +"No, stay here and try to make Barrois drink the rest of +this glass of ether and water. I will go myself and fetch +the lemonade." D'Avrigny bounded towards the door, flew down +the back staircase, and almost knocked down Madame de +Villefort, in his haste, who was herself going down to the +kitchen. She cried out, but d'Avrigny paid no attention to +her; possessed with but one idea, he cleared the last four +steps with a bound, and rushed into the kitchen, where he +saw the decanter about three parts empty still standing on +the waiter, where it had been left. He darted upon it as an +eagle would seize upon its prey. Panting with loss of +breath, he returned to the room he had just left. Madame de +Villefort was slowly ascending the steps which led to her +room. "Is this the decanter you spoke of?" asked d'Avrigny. + +"Yes, doctor." + +"Is this the same lemonade of which you partook?" + +"I believe so." + +"What did it taste like?" + +"It had a bitter taste." + +The doctor poured some drops of the lemonade into the palm +of his hand, put his lips to it, and after having rinsed his +mouth as a man does when he is tasting wine, he spat the +liquor into the fireplace. + +"It is no doubt the same," said he. "Did you drink some too, +M. Noirtier?" + +"Yes." + +"And did you also discover a bitter taste?" + +"Yes." + +"Oh, doctor," cried Barrois, "the fit is coming on again. +Oh, do something for me." The doctor flew to his patient. +"That emetic, Villefort -- see if it is coming." Villefort +sprang into the passage, exclaiming, "The emetic! the +emetic! -- is it come yet?" No one answered. The most +profound terror reigned throughout the house. "If I had +anything by means of which I could inflate the lungs," said +d'Avrigny, looking around him, "perhaps I might prevent +suffocation. But there is nothing which would do -- +nothing!" "Oh, sir," cried Barrois, "are you going to let me +die without help? Oh, I am dying! Oh, save me!" + +"A pen, a pen!" said the doctor. There was one lying on the +table; he endeavored to introduce it into the mouth of the +patient, who, in the midst of his convulsions, was making +vain attempts to vomit; but the jaws were so clinched that +the pen could not pass them. This second attack was much +more violent than the first, and he had slipped from the +couch to the ground, where he was writhing in agony. The +doctor left him in this paroxysm, knowing that he could do +nothing to alleviate it, and, going up to Noirtier, said +abruptly, "How do you find yourself? -- well?" + +"Yes." + +"Have you any weight on the chest; or does your stomach feel +light and comfortable -- eh?" + +"Yes." + +"Then you feel pretty much as you generally do after you +have had the dose which I am accustomed to give you every +Sunday?" + +"Yes." + +"Did Barrois make your lemonade?" + +"Yes." + +"Was it you who asked him to drink some of it?" + +"No." + +"Was it M. de Villefort?" + +"No." + +"Madame?" + +"No." + +"It was your granddaughter, then, was it not?" + +"Yes." A groan from Barrois, accompanied by a yawn which +seemed to crack the very jawbones, attracted the attention +of M. d'Avrigny; he left M. Noirtier, and returned to the +sick man. "Barrois," said the doctor, "can you speak?" +Barrois muttered a few unintelligible words. "Try and make +an effort to do so, my good man." said d'Avrigny. Barrois +reopened his bloodshot eyes. "Who made the lemonade?" + +"I did." + +"Did you bring it to your master directly it was made?" + +"No." + +"You left it somewhere, then, in the meantime?" + +"Yes; I left it in the pantry, because I was called away." + +"Who brought it into this room, then?" + +"Mademoiselle Valentine." D'Avrigny struck his forehead with +his hand. "Gracious heaven," exclaimed he. "Doctor, doctor!" +cried Barrois, who felt another fit coming. + +"Will they never bring that emetic?" asked the doctor. + +"Here is a glass with one already prepared," said Villefort, +entering the room. + +"Who prepared it?" + +"The chemist who came here with me." + +"Drink it," said the doctor to Barrois. "Impossible, doctor; +it is too late; my throat is closing up. I am choking! Oh, +my heart! Ah, my head! -- Oh, what agony! -- Shall I suffer +like this long?" + +"No, no, friend," replied the doctor, "you will soon cease +to suffer." + +"Ah, I understand you," said the unhappy man. "My God, have +mercy upon me!" and, uttering a fearful cry, Barrois fell +back as if he had been struck by lightning. D'Avrigny put +his hand to his heart, and placed a glass before his lips. + +"Well?" said Villefort. "Go to the kitchen and get me some +syrup of violets." Villefort went immediately. "Do not be +alarmed, M. Noirtier," said d'Avrigny; "I am going to take +my patient into the next room to bleed him; this sort of +attack is very frightful to witness." + +And taking Barrois under the arms, he dragged him into an +adjoining room; but almost immediately he returned to fetch +the lemonade. Noirtier closed lids right eye. "You want +Valentine, do you not? I will tell them to send her to you." +Villefort returned, and d'Avrigny met him in the passage. +"Well, how is he now?" asked he. "Come in here," said +d'Avrigny, and he took him into the chamber where the sick +man lay. "Is he still in a fit?" said the procureur. + +"He is dead." + +Villefort drew back a few steps, and, clasping his hands, +exclaimed, with real amazement and sympathy, "Dead? -- and +so soon too!" + +"Yes, it is very soon," said the doctor, looking at the +corpse before him; "but that ought not to astonish you; +Monsieur and Madame de Saint-Meran died as soon. People die +very suddenly in your house, M. de Villefort." + +"What?" cried the magistrate, with an accent of horror and +consternation, "are you still harping on that terrible +idea?" + +"Still, sir; and I shall always do so," replied d'Avrigny, +"for it has never for one instant ceased to retain +possession of my mind; and that you may be quite sure I am +not mistaken this time, listen well to what I am going to +say, M. de Villefort." The magistrate trembled convulsively. +"There is a poison which destroys life almost without +leaving any perceptible traces. I know it well; I have +studied it in all its forms and in the effects which it +produces. I recognized the presence of this poison in the +case of poor Barrois as well as in that of Madame de +Saint-Meran. There is a way of detecting its presence. It +restores the blue color of litmus-paper reddened by an acid, +and it turns syrup of violets green. We have no +litmus-paper, but, see, here they come with the syrup of +violets." + +The doctor was right; steps were heard in the passage. M. +d'Avrigny opened the door, and took from the hands of the +chambermaid a cup which contained two or three spoonfuls of +the syrup, he then carefully closed the door. "Look," said +he to the procureur, whose heart beat so loudly that it +might almost be heard, "here is in this cup some syrup of +violets, and this decanter contains the remainder of the +lemonade of which M. Noirtier and Barrois partook. If the +lemonade be pure and inoffensive, the syrup will retain its +color; if, on the contrary, the lemonade be drugged with +poison, the syrup will become green. Look closely!" + +The doctor then slowly poured some drops of the lemonade +from the decanter into the cup, and in an instant a light +cloudy sediment began to form at the bottom of the cup; this +sediment first took a blue shade, then from the color of +sapphire it passed to that of opal, and from opal to +emerald. Arrived at this last hue, it changed no more. The +result of the experiment left no doubt whatever on the mind. + +"The unfortunate Barrois has been poisoned," said d'Avrigny, +"and I will maintain this assertion before God and man." +Villefort said nothing, but he clasped his hands, opened his +haggard eyes, and, overcome with his emotion, sank into a +chair. + + + +Chapter 80 +The Accusation. + +M. D'Avrigny soon restored the magistrate to consciousness, +who had looked like a second corpse in that chamber of +death. "Oh, death is in my house!" cried Villefort. + +"Say, rather, crime!" replied the doctor. + +"M. d'Avrigny," cried Villefort, "I cannot tell you all I +feel at this moment, -- terror, grief, madness." + +"Yes," said M. d'Avrigny, with an imposing calmness, "but I +think it is now time to act. I think it is time to stop this +torrent of mortality. I can no longer bear to be in +possession of these secrets without the hope of seeing the +victims and society generally revenged." Villefort cast a +gloomy look around him. "In my house," murmured he, "in my +house!" + +"Come, magistrate," said M. d'Avrigny, "show yourself a man; +as an interpreter of the law, do honor to your profession by +sacrificing your selfish interests to it." + +"You make me shudder, doctor. Do you talk of a sacrifice?" + +"I do." + +"Do you then suspect any one?" + +"I suspect no one; death raps at your door -- it enters -- +it goes, not blindfolded, but circumspectly, from room to +room. Well, I follow its course, I track its passage; I +adopt the wisdom of the ancients, and feel my way, for my +friendship for your family and my respect for you are as a +twofold bandage over my eyes; well" -- + +"Oh, speak, speak, doctor; I shall have courage." + +"Well, sir, you have in your establishment, or in your +family, perhaps, one of the frightful monstrosities of which +each century produces only one. Locusta and Agrippina, +living at the same time, were an exception, and proved the +determination of providence to effect the entire ruin of the +Roman empire, sullied by so many crimes. Brunehilde and +Fredegonde were the results of the painful struggle of +civilization in its infancy, when man was learning to +control mind, were it even by an emissary from the realms of +darkness. All these women had been, or were, beautiful. The +same flower of innocence had flourished, or was still +flourishing, on their brow, that is seen on the brow of the +culprit in your house." Villefort shrieked, clasped his +hands, and looked at the doctor with a supplicating air. But +the latter went on without pity: -- + +"`Seek whom the crime will profit,' says an axiom of +jurisprudence." + +"Doctor," cried Villefort, "alas, doctor, how often has +man's justice been deceived by those fatal words. I know not +why, but I feel that this crime" -- + +"You acknowledge, then, the existence of the crime?" + +"Yes, I see too plainly that it does exist. But it seems +that it is intended to affect me personally. I fear an +attack myself, after all these disasters." + +"Oh, man," murmured d'Avrigny, "the most selfish of all +animals, the most personal of all creatures, who believes +the earth turns, the sun shines, and death strikes for him +alone, -- an ant cursing God from the top of a blade of +grass! And have those who have lost their lives lost +nothing? -- M. de Saint-Meran, Madame de Saint-Meran, M. +Noirtier" -- + +"How? M. Noirtier?" + +"Yes; think you it was the poor servant's life was coveted? +No, no; like Shakespeare's `Polonius,' he died for another. +It was Noirtier the lemonade was intended for -- it is +Noirtier, logically speaking, who drank it. The other drank +it only by accident, and, although Barrois is dead, it was +Noirtier whose death was wished for." + +"But why did it not kill my father?" + +"I told you one evening in the garden after Madame de +Saint-Meran's death -- because his system is accustomed to +that very poison, and the dose was trifling to him, which +would be fatal to another; because no one knows, not even +the assassin, that, for the last twelve months, I have given +M. Noirtier brucine for his paralytic affection, while the +assassin is not ignorant, for he has proved that brucine is +a violent poison." + +"Oh, have pity -- have pity!" murmured Villefort, wringing +his hands. + +"Follow the culprit's steps; he first kills M. de +Saint-Meran" -- + +"O doctor!" + +"I would swear to it; what I heard of his symptoms agrees +too well with what I have seen in the other cases." +Villefort ceased to contend; he only groaned. "He first +kills M. de Saint-Meran," repeated the doctor, "then Madame +de Saint-Meran, -- a double fortune to inherit." Villefort +wiped the perspiration from his forehead. "Listen +attentively." + +"Alas," stammered Villefort, "I do not lose a single word." + +"M. Noirtier," resumed M. d'Avrigny in the same pitiless +tone, -- "M. Noirtier had once made a will against you -- +against your family -- in favor of the poor, in fact; M. +Noirtier is spared, because nothing is expected from him. +But he has no sooner destroyed his first will and made a +second, than, for fear he should make a third, he is struck +down. The will was made the day before yesterday, I believe; +you see there has been no time lost." + +"Oh, mercy, M. d'Avrigny!" + +"No mercy, sir! The physician has a sacred mission on earth; +and to fulfil it he begins at the source of life, and goes +down to the mysterious darkness of the tomb. When crime has +been committed, and God, doubtless in anger, turns away his +face, it is for the physician to bring the culprit to +justice." + +"Have mercy on my child, sir," murmured Villefort. + +"You see it is yourself who have first named her -- you, her +father." + +"Have pity on Valentine! Listen -- it is impossible! I would +as willingly accuse myself! Valentine, whose heart is pure +as a diamond or a lily." + +"No pity, procureur; the crime is fragrant. Mademoiselle +herself packed all the medicines which were sent to M. de +Saint-Meran; and M. de Saint-Meran is dead. Mademoiselle de +Villefort prepared all the cooling draughts which Madame de +Saint-Meran took, and Madame de Saint-Meran is dead. +Mademoiselle de Villefort took from the hands of Barrois, +who was sent out, the lemonade which M. Noirtier had every +morning, and he has escaped by a miracle. Mademoiselle de +Villefort is the culprit -- she is the poisoner! To you, as +the king's attorney, I denounce Mademoiselle de Villefort, +do your duty." + +"Doctor, I resist no longer -- I can no longer defend myself +-- I believe you; but, for pity's sake, spare my life, my +honor!" + +"M. de Villefort," replied the doctor, with increased +vehemence, "there are occasions when I dispense with all +foolish human circumspection. If your daughter had committed +only one crime, and I saw her meditating another, I would +say `Warn her, punish her, let her pass the remainder of her +life in a convent, weeping and praying.' If she had +committed two crimes, I would say, `Here, M. de Villefort, +is a poison that the prisoner is not acquainted with, -- one +that has no known antidote, quick as thought, rapid as +lightning, mortal as the thunderbolt; give her that poison, +recommending her soul to God, and save your honor and your +life, for it is yours she aims at; and I can picture her +approaching your pillow with her hypocritical smiles and her +sweet exhortations. Woe to you, M. de Villefort, if you do +not strike first!' This is what I would say had she only +killed two persons but she has seen three deaths, -- has +contemplated three murdered persons, -- has knelt by three +corpses! To the scaffold with the poisoner -- to the +scaffold! Do you talk of your honor? Do what I tell you, and +immortality awaits you!" + +Villefort fell on his knees. "Listen," said he; "I have not +the strength of mind you have, or rather that which you +would not have, if instead of my daughter Valentine your +daughter Madeleine were concerned." The doctor turned pale. +"Doctor, every son of woman is born to suffer and to die; I +am content to suffer and to await death." + +"Beware," said M. d'Avrigny, "it may come slowly; you will +see it approach after having struck your father, your wife, +perhaps your son." + +Villefort, suffocating, pressed the doctor's arm. "Listen," +cried he; "pity me -- help me! No, my daughter is not +guilty. If you drag us both before a tribunal I will still +say, `No, my daughter is not guilty; -- there is no crime in +my house. I will not acknowledge a crime in my house; for +when crime enters a dwelling, it is like death -- it does +not come alone.' Listen. What does it signify to you if I am +murdered? Are you my friend? Are you a man? Have you a +heart? No, you are a physician! Well, I tell you I will not +drag my daughter before a tribunal, and give her up to the +executioner! The bare idea would kill me -- would drive me +like a madman to dig my heart out with my finger-nails! And +if you were mistaken, doctor -- if it were not my daughter +-- if I should come one day, pale as a spectre, and say to +you, `Assassin, you have killed my child!' -- hold -- if +that should happen, although I am a Christian, M. d'Avrigny, +I should kill myself." + +"Well," said the doctor, after a moment's silence, "I will +wait." Villefort looked at him as if he had doubted his +words. "Only," continued M. d'Avrigny, with a slow and +solemn tone, "if any one falls ill in your house, if you +feel yourself attacked, do not send for me, for I will come +no more. I will consent to share this dreadful secret with +you, but I will not allow shame and remorse to grow and +increase in my conscience, as crime and misery will in your +house." + +"Then you abandon me, doctor?" + +"Yes, for I can follow you no farther, and I only stop at +the foot of the scaffold. Some further discovery will be +made, which will bring this dreadful tragedy to a close. +Adieu." + +"I entreat you, doctor!" + +"All the horrors that disturb my thoughts make your house +odious and fatal. Adieu, sir." + +"One word -- one single word more, doctor! You go, leaving +me in all the horror of my situation, after increasing it by +what you have revealed to me. But what will be reported of +the sudden death of the poor old servant?" + +"True," said M. d'Avrigny; "we will return." The doctor went +out first, followed by M. de Villefort. The terrified +servants were on the stairs and in the passage where the +doctor would pass. "Sir," said d'Avrigny to Villefort, so +loud that all might hear, "poor Barrois has led too +sedentary a life of late; accustomed formerly to ride on +horseback, or in the carriage, to the four corners of +Europe, the monotonous walk around that arm-chair has killed +him -- his blood has thickened. He was stout, had a short, +thick neck; he was attacked with apoplexy, and I was called +in too late. By the way," added he in a low tone, "take care +to throw away that cup of syrup of violets in the ashes." + +The doctor, without shaking hands with Villefort, without +adding a word to what he had said, went out, amid the tears +and lamentations of the whole household. The same evening +all Villefort's servants, who had assembled in the kitchen, +and had a long consultation, came to tell Madame de +Villefort that they wished to leave. No entreaty, no +proposition of increased wages, could induce them to remain; +to every argument they replied, "We must go, for death is in +this house." They all left, in spite of prayers and +entreaties, testifying their regret at leaving so good a +master and mistress, and especially Mademoiselle Valentine, +so good, so kind, and so gentle. Villefort looked at +Valentine as they said this. She was in tears, and, strange +as it was, in spite of the emotions he felt at the sight of +these tears, he looked also at Madame de Villefort, and it +appeared to him as if a slight gloomy smile had passed over +her thin lips, like a meteor seen passing inauspiciously +between two clouds in a stormy sky. + + + +Chapter 81 +The Room of the Retired Baker. + +The evening of the day on which the Count of Morcerf had +left Danglars' house with feelings of shame and anger at the +rejection of the projected alliance, M. Andrea Cavalcanti, +with curled hair, mustaches in perfect order, and white +gloves which fitted admirably, had entered the courtyard of +the banker's house in La Chaussee d'Antin. He had not been +more than ten minutes in the drawing-room before he drew +Danglars aside into the recess of a bow-window, and, after +an ingenious preamble, related to him all his anxieties and +cares since his noble father's departure. He acknowledged +the extreme kindness which had been shown him by the +banker's family, in which he had been received as a son, and +where, besides, his warmest affections had found an object +on which to centre in Mademoiselle Danglars. Danglars +listened with the most profound attention; he had expected +this declaration for the last two or three days, and when at +last it came his eyes glistened as much as they had lowered +on listening to Morcerf. He would not, however, yield +immediately to the young man's request, but made a few +conscientious objections. "Are you not rather young, M. +Andrea, to think of marrying?" + +"I think not, sir," replied M. Cavalcanti; "in Italy the +nobility generally marry young. Life is so uncertain, that +we ought to secure happiness while it is within our reach." + +"Well, sir," said Danglars, "in case your proposals, which +do me honor, are accepted by my wife and daughter, by whom +shall the preliminary arrangements be settled? So important +a negotiation should, I think, be conducted by the +respective fathers of the young people." + +"Sir, my father is a man of great foresight and prudence. +Thinking that I might wish to settle in France, he left me +at his departure, together with the papers establishing my +identity, a letter promising, if he approved of my choice, +150,000 livres per annum from the day I was married. So far +as I can judge, I suppose this to be a quarter of my +father's revenue." + +"I," said Danglars, "have always intended giving my daughter +500,000 francs as her dowry; she is, besides, my sole +heiress." + +"All would then be easily arranged if the baroness and her +daughter are willing. We should command an annuity of +175,000 livres. Supposing, also, I should persuade the +marquis to give me my capital, which is not likely, but +still is possible, we would place these two or three +millions in your hands, whose talent might make it realize +ten per cent." + +"I never give more than four per cent, and generally only +three and a half; but to my son-in-law I would give five, +and we would share the profit." + +"Very good, father-in-law," said Cavalcanti, yielding to his +low-born nature, which would escape sometimes through the +aristocratic gloss with which he sought to conceal it. +Correcting himself immediately, he said, "Excuse me, sir; +hope alone makes me almost mad, -- what will not reality +do?" + +"But," said Danglars, -- who, on his part, did not perceive +how soon the conversation, which was at first disinterested, +was turning to a business transaction, -- "there is, +doubtless, a part of your fortune your father could not +refuse you?" + +"Which?" asked the young man. + +"That you inherit from your mother." + +"Truly, from my mother, Leonora Corsinari." + +"How much may it amount to?" + +"Indeed, sir," said Andrea, "I assure you I have never given +the subject a thought, but I suppose it must have been at +least two millions." Danglars felt as much overcome with joy +as the miser who finds a lost treasure, or as the +shipwrecked mariner who feels himself on solid ground +instead of in the abyss which he expected would swallow him +up. + +"Well, sir," said Andrea, bowing to the banker respectfully, +"may I hope?" + +"You may not only hope," said Danglars, "but consider it a +settled thing, if no obstacle arises on your part." + +"I am, indeed, rejoiced," said Andrea. + +"But," said Danglars thoughtfully, "how is it that your +patron, M. de Monte Cristo, did not make his proposal for +you?" Andrea blushed imperceptibly. "I have just left the +count, sir," said he; "he is, doubtless, a delightful man +but inconceivably peculiar in his ideas. He esteems me +highly. He even told me he had not the slightest doubt that +my father would give me the capital instead of the interest +of my property. He has promised to use his influence to +obtain it for me; but he also declared that he never had +taken on himself the responsibility of making proposals for +another, and he never would. I must, however, do him the +justice to add that he assured me if ever he had regretted +the repugnance he felt to such a step it was on this +occasion, because he thought the projected union would be a +happy and suitable one. Besides, if he will do nothing +officially, he will answer any questions you propose to him. +And now," continued he, with one of his most charming +smiles, "having finished talking to the father-in-law, I +must address myself to the banker." + +"And what may you have to say to him?" said Danglars, +laughing in his turn. + +"That the day after to-morrow I shall have to draw upon you +for about four thousand francs; but the count, expecting my +bachelor's revenue could not suffice for the coming month's +outlay, has offered me a draft for twenty thousand francs. +It bears his signature, as you see, which is +all-sufficient." + +"Bring me a million such as that," said Danglars, "I shall +be well pleased," putting the draft in his pocket. "Fix your +own hour for to-morrow, and my cashier shall call on you +with a check for eighty thousand francs." + +"At ten o'clock then, if you please; I should like it early, +as I am going into the country to-morrow." + +"Very well, at ten o'clock;, you are still at the Hotel des +Princes?" + +"Yes." + +The following morning, with the banker's usual punctuality, +the eighty thousand francs were placed in the young man's +hands as he was on the point of starting, after having left +two hundred francs for Caderousse. He went out chiefly to +avoid this dangerous enemy, and returned as late as possible +in the evening. But scarcely had be stepped out of his +carriage when the porter met him with a parcel in his hand. +"Sir," said he, "that man has been here." + +"What man?" said Andrea carelessly, apparently forgetting +him whom he but too well recollected. + +"Him to whom your excellency pays that little annuity." + +"Oh," said Andrea, "my father's old servant. Well, you gave +him the two hundred francs I had left for him?" + +"Yes, your excellency." Andrea had expressed a wish to be +thus addressed. "But," continued the porter, "he would not +take them." Andrea turned pale, but as it was dark his +pallor was not perceptible. "What? he would not take them?" +said he with slight emotion. + +"No, he wished to speak to your excellency; I told him you +were gone out, and after some dispute he believed me and +gave me this letter, which he had brought with him already +sealed." + +"Give it me," said Andrea, and he read by the light of his +carriage-lamp, -- "You know where I live; I expect you +tomorrow morning at nine o'clock." + +Andrea examined it carefully, to ascertain if the letter had +been opened, or if any indiscreet eyes had seen its +contents; but it was so carefully folded, that no one could +have read it, and the seal was perfect. "Very well," said +he. "Poor man, he is a worthy creature." He left the porter +to ponder on these words, not knowing which most to admire, +the master or the servant. "Take out the horses quickly, and +come up to me," said Andrea to his groom. In two seconds the +young man had reached his room and burnt Caderousse's +letter. The servant entered just as he had finished. "You +are about my height, Pierre," said he. + +"I have that honor, your excellency." + +"You had a new livery yesterday?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"I have an engagement with a pretty little girl for this +evening, and do not wish to be known; lend me your livery +till to-morrow. I may sleep, perhaps, at an inn." Pierre +obeyed. Five minutes after, Andrea left the hotel, +completely disguised, took a cabriolet, and ordered the +driver to take him to the Cheval Rouge, at Picpus. The next +morning he left that inn as he had left the Hotel des +Princes, without being noticed, walked down the Faubourg St. +Antoine, along the boulevard to Rue Menilmontant, and +stopping at the door of the third house on the left looked +for some one of whom to make inquiry in the porter's +absence. "For whom are you looking, my fine fellow?" asked +the fruiteress on the opposite side. + +"Monsieur Pailletin, if you please, my good woman," replied +Andrea. + +"A retired baker?" asked the fruiteress. + +"Exactly." + +"He lives at the end of the yard, on the left, on the third +story." Andrea went as she directed him, and on the third +floor he found a hare's paw, which, by the hasty ringing of +the bell, it was evident he pulled with considerable +ill-temper. A moment after Caderousse's face appeared at the +grating in the door. "Ah, you are punctual," said he, as he +drew back the door. + +"Confound you and your punctuality!" said Andrea, throwing +himself into a chair in a manner which implied that he would +rather have flung it at the head of his host. + +"Come, come, my little fellow, don't be angry. See, I have +thought about you -- look at the good breakfast we are going +to have; nothing but what you are fond of." Andrea, indeed, +inhaled the scent of something cooking which was not +unwelcome to him, hungry as he was; it was that mixture of +fat and garlic peculiar to provincial kitchens of an +inferior order, added to that of dried fish, and above all, +the pungent smell of musk and cloves. These odors escaped +from two deep dishes which were covered and placed on a +stove, and from a copper pan placed in an old iron pot. In +an adjoining room Andrea saw also a tolerably clean table +prepared for two, two bottles of wine sealed, the one with +green, the other with yellow, a supply of brandy in a +decanter, and a measure of fruit in a cabbage-leaf, cleverly +arranged on an earthenware plate. + +"What do you think of it, my little fellow?" said +Caderousse. "Ay, that smells good! You know I used to be a +famous cook; do you recollect how you used to lick your +fingers? You were among the first who tasted any of my +dishes, and I think you relished them tolerably." While +speaking, Caderousse went on peeling a fresh supply of +onions. + +"But," said Andrea, ill-temperedly, "by my faith, if it was +only to breakfast with you, that you disturbed me, I wish +the devil had taken you!" + +"My boy," said Caderousse sententiously, "one can talk while +eating. And then, you ungrateful being, you are not pleased +to see an old friend? I am weeping with joy." He was truly +crying, but it would have been difficult to say whether joy +or the onions produced the greatest effect on the lachrymal +glands of the old inn-keeper of the Pont-du-Gard. "Hold your +tongue, hypocrite," said Andrea; "you love me!" + +"Yes, I do, or may the devil take me. I know it is a +weakness," said Caderousse, "but it overpowers me." + +"And yet it has not prevented your sending for me to play me +some trick." + +"Come," said Caderousse, wiping his large knife on his +apron, "if I did not like you, do you think I should endure +the wretched life you lead me? Think for a moment. You have +your servant's clothes on -- you therefore keep a servant; I +have none, and am obliged to prepare my own meals. You abuse +my cookery because you dine at the table d'hote of the Hotel +des Princes, or the Cafe de Paris. Well, I too could keep a +servant; I too could have a tilbury; I too could dine where +I like; but why do I not? Because I would not annoy my +little Benedetto. Come, just acknowledge that I could, eh?" +This address was accompanied by a look which was by no means +difficult to understand. "Well," said Andrea, "admitting +your love, why do you want me to breakfast with you?" + +"That I may have the pleasure of seeing you, my little +fellow." + +"What is the use of seeing me after we have made all our +arrangements?" + +"Eh, dear friend," said Caderousse, "are wills ever made +without codicils? But you first came to breakfast, did you +not? Well, sit down, and let us begin with these pilchards, +and this fresh butter; which I have put on some vine-leaves +to please you, wicked one. Ah, yes; you look at my room, my +four straw chairs, my images, three francs each. But what do +you expect? This is not the Hotel des Princes." + +"Come, you are growing discontented, you are no longer +happy; you, who only wish to live like a retired baker." +Caderousse sighed. "Well, what have you to say? you have +seen your dream realized." + +"I can still say it is a dream; a retired baker, my poor +Benedetto, is rich -- he has an annuity." + +"Well, you have an annuity." + +"I have?" + +"Yes, since I bring you your two hundred francs." Caderousse +shrugged his shoulders. "It is humiliating," said he, "thus +to receive money given grudgingly, ---an uncertain supply +which may soon fail. You see I am obliged to economize, in +case your prosperity should cease. Well, my friend, fortune +is inconstant, as the chaplain of the regiment said. I know +your prosperity is great, you rascal; you are to marry the +daughter of Danglars." + +"What? of Danglars?" + +"Yes, to be sure; must I say Baron Danglars? I might as well +say Count Benedetto. He was an old friend of mine and if he +had not so bad a memory he ought to invite me to your +wedding, seeing he came to mine. Yes, yes, to mine; gad, he +was not so proud then, -- he was an under-clerk to the good +M. Morrel. I have dined many times with him and the Count of +Morcerf, so you see I have some high connections and were I +to cultivate them a little, we might meet in the same +drawing-rooms." + +"Come, your jealousy represents everything to you in the +wrong light." + +"That is all very fine, Benedetto mio, but I know what I am +saying. Perhaps I may one day put on my best coat, and +presenting myself at the great gate, introduce myself. +Meanwhile let us sit down and eat." Caderousse set the +example and attacked the breakfast with good appetite, +praising each dish he set before his visitor. The latter +seemed to have resigned himself; he drew the corks, and +partook largely of the fish with the garlic and fat. "Ah, +mate," said Caderousse, "you are getting on better terms +with your old landlord!" + +"Faith, yes," replied Andrea, whose hunger prevailed over +every other feeling. + +"So you like it, you rogue?" + +"So much that I wonder how a man who can cook thus can +complain of hard living." + +"Do you see," said Caderousse, "all my happiness is marred +by one thought?" + +"What is that?" + +"That I am dependent on another, I who have always gained my +own livelihood honestly." + +"Do not let that disturb you, I have enough for two." + +"No, truly; you may believe me if you will; at the end of +every month I am tormented by remorse." + +"Good Caderousse!" + +"So much so, that yesterday I would not take the two hundred +francs." + +"Yes, you wished to speak to me; but was it indeed remorse, +tell me?" + +"True remorse; and, besides, an idea had struck me." Andrea +shuddered; he always did so at Caderousse's ideas. "It is +miserable -- do you see? -- always to wait till the end of +the month. -- "Oh," said Andrea philosophically, determined +to watch his companion narrowly, "does not life pass in +waiting? Do I, for instance, fare better? Well, I wait +patiently, do I not?" + +"Yes; because instead of expecting two hundred wretched +francs, you expect five or six thousand, perhaps ten, +perhaps even twelve, for you take care not to let any one +know the utmost. Down there, you always had little presents +and Christmas-boxes which you tried to hide from your poor +friend Caderousse. Fortunately he is a cunning fellow, that +friend Caderousse." + +"There you are beginning again to ramble, to talk again and +again of the past! But what is the use of teasing me with +going all over that again?" + +"Ah, you are only one and twenty, and can forget the past; I +am fifty, and am obliged to recollect it. But let us return +to business." + +"Yes." + +"I was going to say, if I were in your place" -- + +"Well." + +"I would realize" -- + +"How would you realize?" + +"I would ask for six months' in advance, under pretence of +being able to purchase a farm, then with my six months I +would decamp." + +"Well, well," said Andrea, "that isn't a bad idea." + +"My dear friend," said Caderousse, "eat of my bread, and +take my advice; you will be none the worse off, physically +or morally." + +"But," said Andrea, "why do you not act on the advice you +gave me? Why do you not realize a six months', a year's +advance even, and retire to Brussels? Instead of living the +retired baker, you might live as a bankrupt, using his +privileges; that would be very good." + +"But how the devil would you have me retire on twelve +hundred francs?" + +"Ah, Caderousse," said Andrea, "how covetous you are! Two +months ago you were dying with hunger." + +"The appetite grows by what it feeds on," said Caderousse, +grinning and showing his teeth, like a monkey laughing or a +tiger growling. "And," added he, biting off with his large +white teeth an enormous mouthful of bread, "I have formed a +plan." Caderousse's plans alarmed Andrea still more than his +ideas; ideas were but the germ, the plan was reality. "Let +me see your plan; I dare say it is a pretty one." + +"Why not? Who formed the plan by which we left the +establishment of M ---- ! eh? was it not I? and it was no +bad one I believe, since here we are!" + +"I do not say," replied Andrea, "that you never make a good +one; but let us see your plan." + +"Well," pursued Caderousse, "can you without expending one +sou, put me in the way of getting fifteen thousand francs? +No, fifteen thousand are not enough, -- I cannot again +become an honest man with less than thirty thousand francs." + +"No," replied Andrea, dryly, "no, I cannot." + +"I do not think you understand me," replied Caderousse, +calmly; "I said without your laying out a sou." + +"Do you want me to commit a robbery, to spoil all my good +fortune -- and yours with mine -- and both of us to be +dragged down there again?" + +"It would make very little difference to me," said +Caderousse, "if I were retaken, I am a poor creature to live +alone, and sometimes pine for my old comrades; not like you, +heartless creature, who would be glad never to see them +again." Andrea did more than tremble this time, he turned +pale. + +"Come, Caderousse, no nonsense!" said he. + +"Don't alarm yourself, my little Benedetto, but just point +out to me some means of gaining those thirty thousand francs +without your assistance, and I will contrive it." + +"Well, I'll see -- I'll try to contrive some way," said +Andrea. + +"Meanwhile you will raise my monthly allowance to five +hundred francs, my little fellow? I have a fancy, and mean +to get a housekeeper." + +"Well, you shall have your five hundred francs," said +Andrea; "but it is very hard for me, my poor Caderousse -- +you take advantage" -- + +"Bah," said Caderousse, "when you have access to countless +stores." One would have said Andrea anticipated his +companion's words, so did his eye flash like lightning, but +it was but for a moment. "True," he replied, "and my +protector is very kind." + +"That dear protector," said Caderousse; "and how much does +he give you monthly?" + +"Five thousand francs." + +"As many thousands as you give me hundreds! Truly, it is +only bastards who are thus fortunate. Five thousand francs +per month! What the devil can you do with all that?" + +"Oh, it is no trouble to spend that; and I am like you, I +want capital." + +"Capital? -- yes -- I understand -- every one would like +capital." + +"Well, and I shall get it." + +"Who will give it to you -- your prince?" + +"Yes, my prince. But unfortunately I must wait." + +"You must wait for what?" asked Caderousse. + +"For his death " + +"The death of your prince?" + +"Yes." + +"How so?" + +"Because he has made his will in my favor." + +"Indeed?" + +"On my honor." + +"For how much?" + +"For five hundred thousand." + +"Only that? It's little enough " + +"But so it is." + +"No it cannot be!" + +"Are you my friend, Caderousse?" + +"Yes, in life or death." + +"Well, I will tell you a secret." + +"What is it?" + +"But remember" -- + +"Ah, pardieu, mute as a carp." + +"Well, I think" -- Andrea stopped and looked around. + +"You think? Do not fear; pardieu, we are alone." + +"I think I have discovered my father." + +"Your true father?" + +"Yes." + +"Not old Cavalcanti?" + +"No, for he has gone again; the true one, as you say." + +"And that father is" -- + +"Well, Caderousse, it is Monte Cristo." + +"Bah!" + +"Yes, you understand, that explains all. He cannot +acknowledge me openly, it appears, but he does it through M. +Cavalcanti, and gives him fifty thousand francs for it." + +"Fifty thousand francs for being your father? I would have +done it for half that, for twenty thousand, for fifteen +thousand; why did you not think of me, ungrateful man?" + +"Did I know anything about it, when it was all done when I +was down there?" + +"Ah, truly? And you say that by his will" -- + +"He leaves me five hundred thousand livres." + +"Are you sure of it?" + +"He showed it me; but that is not all -- there is a codicil, +as I said just now." + +"Probably." + +"And in that codicil he acknowledges me." + +"Oh, the good father, the brave father, the very honest +father!" said Caderousse, twirling a plate in the air +between his two hands. + +"Now say if I conceal anything from you?" + +"No, and your confidence makes you honorable in my opinion; +and your princely father, is he rich, very rich?" + +"Yes, he is that; he does not himself know the amount of his +fortune." + +"Is it possible?" + +"It is evident enough to me, who am always at his house. The +other day a banker's clerk brought him fifty thousand francs +in a portfolio about the size of your plate; yesterday his +banker brought him a hundred thousand francs in gold." +Caderousse was filled with wonder; the young man's words +sounded to him like metal, and he thought he could hear the +rushing of cascades of louis. "And you go into that house?" +cried he briskly. + +"When I like." + +Caderousse was thoughtful for a moment. It was easy to +perceive he was revolving some unfortunate idea in his mind. +Then suddenly, -- "How I should like to see all that," cried +he; "how beautiful it must be!" + +"It is, in fact, magnificent," said Andrea. + +"And does he not live in the Champs-Elysees?" + +"Yes, No. 30." + +"Ah," said Caderousse, "No. 30." + +"Yes, a fine house standing alone, between a court-yard and +a garden, -- you must know it." + +"Possibly; but it is not the exterior I care for, it is the +interior. What beautiful furniture there must be in it!" + +"Have you ever seen the Tuileries?" + +"No." + +"Well, it surpasses that." + +"It must be worth one's while to stoop, Andrea, when that +good M. Monte Cristo lets fall his purse." + +"It is not worth while to wait for that," said Andrea; +"money is as plentiful in that house as fruit in an +orchard." + +"But you should take me there one day with you." + +"How can I? On what plea?" + +"You are right; but you have made my mouth water. I must +absolutely see it; I shall find a way." + +"No nonsense, Caderousse!" + +"I will offer myself as floor-polisher." + +"The rooms are all carpeted." + +"Well, then, I must be contented to imagine it." + +"That is the best plan, believe me." + +"Try, at least, to give me an idea of what it is." + +"How can I?" + +"Nothing is easier. Is it large?" + +"Middling." + +"How is it arranged?" + +"Faith, I should require pen, ink, and paper to make a +plan." + +"They are all here," said Caderousse, briskly. He fetched +from an old secretary a sheet of white paper and pen and +ink. "Here," said Caderousse, "draw me all that on the +paper, my boy." Andrea took the pen with an imperceptible +smile and began. "The house, as I said, is between the court +and the garden; in this way, do you see?" Andrea drew the +garden, the court and the house. + +"High walls?" + +"Not more than eight or ten feet." + +"That is not prudent," said Caderousse. + +"In the court are orange-trees in pots, turf, and clumps of +flowers." + +"And no steel-traps?" + +"No." + +"The stables?" + +"Are on either side of the gate, which you see there." And +Andrea continued his plan. + +"Let us see the ground floor," said Caderousse. + +"On the ground-floor, dining-room, two drawing-rooms, +billiard-room, staircase in the hall, and a little back +staircase." + +"Windows?" + +"Magnificent windows, so beautiful, so large, that I believe +a man of your size should pass through each frame." + +"Why the devil have they any stairs with such windows?" + +"Luxury has everything." + +"But shutters?" + +"Yes, but they are never used. That Count of Monte Cristo is +an original, who loves to look at the sky even at night." + +"And where do the servants sleep?" + +"Oh, they have a house to themselves. Picture to yourself a +pretty coach-house at the right-hand side where the ladders +are kept. Well, over that coach-house are the servants' +rooms, with bells corresponding with the different +apartments." + +"Ah, diable -- bells did you say?" + +"What do you mean?" + +"Oh. nothing! I only say they cost a load of money to hang, +and what is the use of them, I should like to know?" + +"There used to be a dog let loose in the yard at night, but +it has been taken to the house at Auteuil, to that you went +to, you know." + +"Yes." + +"I was saying to him only yesterday, `You are imprudent, +Monsieur Count; for when you go to Auteuil and take your +servants the house is left unprotected.' Well,' said he, +`what next?' `Well, next, some day you will be robbed.'" + +"What did he answer?" + +"He quietly said, `What do I care if I am?'" + +"Andrea, he has some secretary with a spring." + +"How do you know?" + +"Yes, which catches the thief in a trap and plays a tune. I +was told there were such at the last exhibition." + +"He has simply a mahogany secretary, in which the key is +always kept." + +"And he is not robbed?" + +"No; his servants are all devoted to him." + +"There ought to be some money in that secretary?" + +"There may be. No one knows what there is." + +"And where is it?" + +"On the first floor." + +"Sketch me the plan of that floor, as you have done of the +ground floor, my boy." + +"That is very simple." Andrea took the pen. "On the first +story, do you see, there is the anteroom and the +drawing-room; to the right of the drawing-room, a library +and a study; to the left, a bedroom and a dressing-room. The +famous secretary is in the dressing-room." + +"Is there a window in the dressing-room?" + +"Two, -- one here and one there." Andrea sketched two +windows in the room, which formed an angle on the plan, and +appeared as a small square added to the rectangle of the +bedroom. Caderousse became thoughtful. "Does he often go to +Auteuil?" added he. + +"Two or three times a week. To-morrow, for instance, he is +going to spend the day and night there." + +"Are you sure of it?" + +"He has invited me to dine there." + +"There's a life for you," said Caderousse; "a town house and +a country house." + +"That is what it is to be rich." + +"And shall you dine there?" + +"Probably." + +"When you dine there, do you sleep there?" + +"If I like; I am at home there." Caderousse looked at the +young man, as if to get at the truth from the bottom of his +heart. But Andrea drew a cigar-case from his pocket, took a +havana, quietly lit it, and began smoking. "When do you want +your twelve hundred francs?" said he to Caderousse. + +"Now, if you have them." Andrea took five and twenty louis +from his pocket. + +"Yellow boys?" said Caderousse; "no, I thank you." + +"Oh, you despise them." + +"On the contrary, I esteem them, but will not have them." + +"You can change them, idiot; gold is worth five sous." + +"Exactly; and he who changes them will follow friend +Caderousse, lay hands on him, and demand what farmers pay +him their rent in gold. No nonsense, my good fellow; silver +simply, round coins with the head of some monarch or other +on them. Anybody may possess a five-franc piece." + +"But do you suppose I carry five hundred francs about with +me? I should want a porter." + +"Well, leave them with your porter; he is to be trusted. I +will call for them." + +"To-day?" + +"No, to-morrow; I shall not have time to day." + +"Well, to-morrow I will leave them when I go to Auteuil." + +"May I depend on it?" + +"Certainly." + +"Because I shall secure my housekeeper on the strength of +it." + +"Now see here, will that be all? Eh? And will you not +torment me any more?" + +"Never." Caderousse had become so gloomy that Andrea feared +he should be obliged to notice the change. He redoubled his +gayety and carelessness. "How sprightly you are," said +Caderousse; "One would say you were already in possession of +your property." + +"No, unfortunately; but when I do obtain it" -- + +"Well?" + +"I shall remember old friends, I can tell you that." + +"Yes, since you have such a good memory." + +"What do you want? It looks as if you were trying to fleece +me?" + +"I? What an idea! I, who am going to give you another piece +of good advice." + +"What is it?" + +"To leave behind you the diamond you have on your finger. We +shall both get into trouble. You will ruin both yourself and +me by your folly." + +"How so?" said Andrea. + +"How? You put on a livery, you disguise yourself as a +servant, and yet keep a diamond on your finger worth four or +five thousand francs." + +"You guess well." + +"I know something of diamonds; I have had some." + +"You do well to boast of it," said Andrea, who, without +becoming angry, as Caderousse feared, at this new extortion, +quietly resigned the ring. Caderousse looked so closely at +it that Andrea well knew that he was examining to see if all +the edges were perfect. + +"It is a false diamond," said Caderousse. + +"You are joking now," replied Andrea. + +"Do not be angry, we can try it." Caderousse went to the +window, touched the glass with it, and found it would cut. + +"Confiteor," said Caderousse, putting the diamond on his +little finger; "I was mistaken; but those thieves of +jewellers imitate so well that it is no longer worth while +to rob a jeweller's shop -- it is another branch of industry +paralyzed." + +"Have you finished?" said Andrea, -- "do you want anything +more? -- will you have my waistcoat or my hat? Make free, +now you have begun." + +"No; you are, after all, a good companion; I will not detain +you, and will try to cure myself of my ambition." + +"But take care the same thing does not happen to you in +selling the diamond you feared with the gold." + +"I shall not sell it -- do not fear." + +"Not at least till the day after to-morrow," thought the +young man. + +"Happy rogue," said Caderousse; "you are going to find your +servants, your horses, your carriage, and your betrothed!" + +"Yes," said Andrea. + +"Well, I hope you will make a handsome wedding-present the +day you marry Mademoiselle Danglars." + +"I have already told you it is a fancy you have taken in +your head." + +"What fortune has she?" + +"But I tell you" -- + +"A million?" Andrea shrugged his shoulders. + +"Let it be a million," said Caderousse; "you can never have +so much as I wish you." + +"Thank you," said the young man. + +"Oh, I wish it you with all my heart!" added Caderousse with +his hoarse laugh. "Stop, let me show you the way." + +"It is not worth while." + +"Yes, it is." + +"Why?" + +"Because there is a little secret, a precaution I thought it +desirable to take, one of Huret & Fitchet's locks, revised +and improved by Gaspard Caderousse; I will manufacture you a +similar one when you are a capitalist." + +"Thank you," said Andrea; "I will let you know a week +beforehand." They parted. Caderousse remained on the landing +until he had not only seen Andrea go down the three stories, +but also cross the court. Then he returned hastily, shut his +door carefully, and began to study, like a clever architect, +the plan Andrea had left him. + +"Dear Benedetto," said he, "I think he will not be sorry to +inherit his fortune, and he who hastens the day when he can +touch his five hundred thousand will not be his worst +friend." + + + +Chapter 82 +The Burglary. + +The day following that on which the conversation we have +related took place, the Count of Monte Cristo set out for +Auteuil, accompanied by Ali and several attendants, and also +taking with him some horses whose qualities he was desirous +of ascertaining. He was induced to undertake this journey, +of which the day before he had not even thought and which +had not occurred to Andrea either, by the arrival of +Bertuccio from Normandy with intelligence respecting the +house and sloop. The house was ready, and the sloop which +had arrived a week before lay at anchor in a small creek +with her crew of six men, who had observed all the requisite +formalities and were ready again to put to sea. + +The count praised Bertuccio's zeal, and ordered him to +prepare for a speedy departure, as his stay in France would +not be prolonged more than a mouth. "Now," said he, "I may +require to go in one night from Paris to Treport; let eight +fresh horses be in readiness on the road, which will enable +me to go fifty leagues in ten hours." + +"Your highness had already expressed that wish," said +Bertuccio, "and the horses are ready. I have bought them, +and stationed them myself at the most desirable posts, that +is, in villages, where no one generally stops." + +"That's well," said Monte Cristo; "I remain here a day or +two -- arrange accordingly." As Bertuccio was leaving the +room to give the requisite orders, Baptistin opened the +door: he held a letter on a silver waiter. + +"What are you doing here?" asked the count, seeing him +covered with dust; "I did not send for you, I think?" + +Baptistin, without answering, approached the count, and +presented the letter. "Important and urgent," said he. The +count opened the letter, and read: -- + +"M. de Monte Cristo is apprised that this night a man will +enter his house in the Champs-Elysees with the intention of +carrying off some papers supposed to be in the secretary in +the dressing-room. The count's well-known courage will +render unnecessary the aid of the police, whose interference +might seriously affect him who sends this advice. The count, +by any opening from the bedroom, or by concealing himself in +the dressing-room, would be able to defend his property +himself. Many attendents or apparent precautions would +prevent the villain from the attempt, and M. de Monte Cristo +would lose the opportunity of discovering an enemy whom +chance has revealed to him who now sends this warning to the +count, -- a warning he might not be able to send another +time, if this first attempt should fail and another be +made." + +The count's first idea was that this was an artifice -- a +gross deception, to draw his attention from a minor danger +in order to expose him to a greater. He was on the point of +sending the letter to the commissary of police, +notwithstanding the advice of his anonymous friend, or +perhaps because of that advice, when suddenly the idea +occurred to him that it might be some personal enemy, whom +he alone should recognize and over whom, if such were the +case, he alone would gain any advantage, as Fiesco* had done +over the Moor who would have killed him. We know the Count's +vigorous and daring mind, denying anything to be impossible, +with that energy which marks the great man. From his past +life, from his resolution to shrink from nothing, the count +had acquired an inconceivable relish for the contests in +which he had engaged, sometimes against nature, that is to +say, against God, and sometimes against the world, that is, +against the devil. + +* The Genoese conspirator. + +"They do not want my papers," said Monte Cristo, "they want +to kill me; they are no robbers, but assassins. I will not +allow the prefect of police to interfere with my private +affairs. I am rich enough, forsooth, to distribute his +authority on this occasion." The count recalled Baptistin, +who had left the room after delivering the letter. "Return +to Paris," said he; "assemble the servants who remain there. +I want all my household at Auteuil." + +"But will no one remain in the house, my lord?" asked +Baptistin. + +"Yes, the porter." + +"My lord will remember that the lodge is at a distance from +the house." + +"Well?" + +"The house might be stripped without his hearing the least +noise." + +"By whom?" + +"By thieves." + +"You are a fool, M. Baptistin. Thieves might strip the house +-- it would annoy me less than to be disobeyed." Baptistin +bowed. + +"You understand me?" said the count. "Bring your comrades +here, one and all; but let everything remain as usual, only +close the shutters of the ground floor." + +"And those of the second floor?" + +"You know they are never closed. Go!" + +The count signified his intention of dining alone, and that +no one but Ali should attend him. Having dined with his +usual tranquillity and moderation, the count, making a +signal to Ali to follow him, went out by the side-gate and +on reaching the Bois de Boulogne turned, apparently without +design towards Paris and at twilight; found himself opposite +his house in the Champs-Elysees. All was dark; one solitary, +feeble light was burning in the porter's lodge, about forty +paces distant from the house, as Baptistin had said. Monte +Cristo leaned against a tree, and with that scrutinizing +glance which was so rarely deceived, looked up and down the +avenue, examined the passers-by, and carefully looked down +the neighboring streets, to see that no one was concealed. +Ten minutes passed thus, and he was convinced that no one +was watching him. He hastened to the side-door with Ali, +entered hurriedly, and by the servants' staircase, of which +he had the key, gained his bedroom without opening or +disarranging a single curtain, without even the porter +having the slightest suspicion that the house, which he +supposed empty, contained its chief occupant. + +Arrived in his bedroom, the count motioned to Ali to stop; +then he passed into the dressing-room, which he examined. +Everything appeared as usual -- the precious secretary in +its place, and the key in the secretary. He double locked +it, took the key, returned to the bedroom door, removed the +double staple of the bolt, and went in. Meanwhile Ali had +procured the arms the count required -- namely, a short +carbine and a pair of double-barrelled pistols, with which +as sure an aim might be taken as with a single-barrelled +one. Thus armed, the count held the lives of five men in his +hands. It was about half-past nine. The count and Ali ate in +haste a crust of bread and drank a glass of Spanish wine; +then Monte Cristo slipped aside one of the movable panels, +which enabled him to see into the adjoining room. He had +within his reach his pistols and carbine, and Ali, standing +near him, held one of the small Arabian hatchets, whose form +has not varied since the Crusades. Through one of the +windows of the bedroom, on a line with that in the +dressing-room, the count could see into the street. + +Two hours passed thus. It was intensely dark; still Ali, +thanks to his wild nature, and the count, thanks doubtless +to his long confinement, could distinguish in the darkness +the slightest movement of the trees. The little light in the +lodge had long been extinct. It might be expected that the +attack, if indeed an attack was projected, would be made +from the staircase of the ground floor, and not from a +window; in Monte Cristo's opinion, the villains sought his +life, not his money. It would be his bedroom they would +attack, and they must reach it by the back staircase, or by +the window in the dressing-room. The clock of the Invalides +struck a quarter to twelve; the west wind bore on its +moistened gusts the doleful vibration of the three strokes. + +As the last stroke died away, the count thought he heard a +slight noise in the dressing-room; this first sound, or +rather this first grinding, was followed by a second, then a +third; at the fourth, the count knew what to expect. A firm +and well-practised hand was engaged in cutting the four +sides of a pane of glass with a diamond. The count felt his +heart beat more rapidly. Inured as men may be to danger, +forewarned as they may be of peril, they understand, by the +fluttering of the heart and the shuddering of the frame, the +enormous difference between a dream and a reality, between +the project and the execution. However, Monte Cristo only +made a sign to apprise Ali, who, understanding that danger +was approaching from the other side, drew nearer to his +master. Monte Cristo was eager to ascertain the strength and +number of his enemies. + +The window whence the noise proceeded was opposite the +opening by which the count could see into the dressing-room. +He fixed his eyes on that window -- he distinguished a +shadow in the darkness; then one of the panes became quite +opaque, as if a sheet of paper were stuck on the outside, +then the square cracked without falling. Through the opening +an arm was passed to find the fastening, then a second; the +window turned on its hinges, and a man entered. He was +alone. + +"That's a daring rascal," whispered the count. + +At that moment Ali touched him slightly on the shoulder. He +turned; Ali pointed to the window of the room in which they +were, facing the street. "I see!" said he, "there are two of +them; one does the work while the other stands guard." He +made a sign to Ali not to lose sight of the man in the +street, and turned to the one in the dressing-room. + +The glass-cutter had entered, and was feeling his way, his +arms stretched out before him. At last he appeared to have +made himself familiar with his surroundings. There were two +doors; he bolted them both. + +When he drew near to the bedroom door, Monte Cristo expected +that he was coming in, and raised one of his pistols; but he +simply heard the sound of the bolts sliding in their copper +rings. It was only a precaution. The nocturnal visitor, +ignorant of the fact that the count had removed the staples, +might now think himself at home, and pursue his purpose with +full security. Alone and free to act as he wished, the man +then drew from his pocket something which the count could +not discern, placed it on a stand, then went straight to the +secretary, felt the lock, and contrary to his expectation +found that the key was missing. But the glass-cutter was a +prudent man who had provided for all emergencies. The count +soon heard the rattling of a bunch of skeleton keys, such as +the locksmith brings when called to force a lock, and which +thieves call nightingales, doubtless from the music of their +nightly song when they grind against the bolt. "Ah, ha," +whispered Monte Cristo with a smile of disappointment, "he +is only a thief." + +But the man in the dark could not find the right key. He +reached the instrument he had placed on the stand, touched a +spring, and immediately a pale light, just bright enough to +render objects distinct, was reflected on his hands and +countenance. "By heavens," exclaimed Monte Cristo, starting +back, "it is" -- + +Ali raised his hatchet. "Don't stir," whispered Monte +Cristo, "and put down your hatchet; we shall require no +arms." Then he added some words in a low tone, for the +exclamation which surprise had drawn from the count, faint +as it had been, had startled the man who remained in the +pose of the old knife-grinder. It was an order the count had +just given, for immediately Ali went noiselessly, and +returned, bearing a black dress and a three-cornered hat. +Meanwhile Monte Cristo had rapidly taken off his great-coat, +waistcoat, and shirt, and one might distinguish by the +glimmering through the open panel that he wore a pliant +tunic of steel mail, of which the last in France, where +daggers are no longer dreaded, was worn by King Louis XVI., +who feared the dagger at his breast, and whose head was +cleft with a hatchet. The tunic soon disappeared under a +long cassock, as did his hair under a priest's wig; the +three-cornered hat over this effectually transformed the +count into an abbe. + +The man, hearing nothing more, stood erect, and while Monte +Cristo was completing his disguise had advanced straight to +the secretary, whose lock was beginning to crack under his +nightingale. + +"Try again," whispered the count, who depended on the secret +spring, which was unknown to the picklock, clever as he +might be -- "try again, you have a few minutes' work there." +And he advanced to the window. The man whom he had seen +seated on a fence had got down, and was still pacing the +street; but, strange as it appeared, he cared not for those +who might pass from the avenue of the Champs-Elysees or by +the Faubourg St. Honore; his attention was engrossed with +what was passing at the count's, and his only aim appeared +to be to discern every movement in the dressing-room. + +Monte Cristo suddenly struck his finger on his forehead and +a smile passed over his lips; then drawing near to Ali, he +whispered, -- + +"Remain here, concealed in the dark, and whatever noise you +hear, whatever passes, only come in or show yourself if I +call you." Ali bowed in token of strict obedience. Monte +Cristo then drew a lighted taper from a closet, and when the +thief was deeply engaged with his lock, silently opened the +door, taking care that the light should shine directly on +his face. The door opened so quietly that the thief heard no +sound; but, to his astonishment, the room was suddenly +illuminated. He turned. + +"Ah, good-evening, my dear M. Caderousse," said Monte +Cristo; "what are you doing here, at such an hour?" + +"The Abbe Busoni!" exclaimed Caderousse; and, not knowing +how this strange apparition could have entered when he had +bolted the doors, he let fall his bunch of keys, and +remained motionless and stupefied. The count placed himself +between Caderousse and the window, thus cutting off from the +thief his only chance of retreat. "The Abbe Busoni!" +repeated Caderousse, fixing his haggard gaze on the count. + +"Yes, undoubtedly, the Abbe Busoni himself," replied Monte +Cristo. "And I am very glad you recognize me, dear M. +Caderousse; it proves you have a good memory, for it must be +about ten years since we last met." This calmness of Busoni, +combined with his irony and boldness, staggered Caderousse. + +"The abbe, the abbe!" murmured he, clinching his fists, and +his teeth chattering. + +"So you would rob the Count of Monte Cristo?" continued the +false abbe. + +"Reverend sir," murmured Caderousse, seeking to regain the +window, which the count pitilessly blocked -- "reverend sir, +I don't know -- believe me -- I take my oath" -- + +"A pane of glass out," continued the count, "a dark lantern, +a bunch of false keys, a secretary half forced -- it is +tolerably evident" -- + +Caderousse was choking; he looked around for some corner to +hide in, some way of escape. + +"Come, come," continued the count, "I see you are still the +same, -- an assassin." + +"Reverend sir, since you know everything, you know it was +not I -- it was La Carconte; that was proved at the trial, +since I was only condemned to the galleys." + +"Is your time, then, expired, since I find you in a fair way +to return there?" + +"No, reverend sir; I have been liberated by some one." + +"That some one has done society a great kindness." + +"Ah," said Caderousse, "I had promised" -- + +"And you are breaking your promise!" interrupted Monte +Cristo. + +"Alas, yes!" said Caderousse very uneasily. + +"A bad relapse, that will lead you, if I mistake not, to the +Place de Greve. So much the worse, so much the worse -- +diavolo, as they say in my country." + +"Reverend sir, I am impelled" -- + +"Every criminal says the same thing." + +"Poverty" -- + +"Pshaw!" said Busoni disdainfully; "poverty may make a man +beg, steal a loaf of bread at a baker's door, but not cause +him to open a secretary in a house supposed to be inhabited. +And when the jeweller Johannes had just paid you 40,000 +francs for the diamond I had given you, and you killed him +to get the diamond and the money both, was that also +poverty?" + +"Pardon, reverend sir," said Caderousse; "you have saved my +life once, save me again!" + +"That is but poor encouragement." + +"Are you alone, reverend sir, or have you there soldiers +ready to seize me?" + +"I am alone," said the abbe, "and I will again have pity on +you, and will let you escape, at the risk of the fresh +miseries my weakness may lead to, if you tell me the truth." + +"Ah, reverend sir," cried Caderousse, clasping his hands, +and drawing nearer to Monte Cristo, "I may indeed say you +are my deliverer!" + +"You mean to say you have been freed from confinement?" + +"Yes, that is true, reverend sir." + +"Who was your liberator?" + +"An Englishman." + +"What was his name?" + +"Lord Wilmore." + +"I know him; I shall know if you lie." + +"Ah, reverend sir, I tell you the simple truth." + +"Was this Englishman protecting you?" + +"No, not me, but a young Corsican, my companion." + +"What was this young Corsican's name?" + +"Benedetto." + +"Is that his Christian name?" + +"He had no other; he was a foundling." + +"Then this young man escaped with you?" + +"He did." + +"In what way?" + +"We were working at St. Mandrier, near Toulon. Do you know +St. Mandrier?" + +"I do." + +"In the hour of rest, between noon and one o'clock" -- + +"Galley-slaves having a nap after dinner! We may well pity +the poor fellows!" said the abbe. + +"Nay," said Caderousse, "one can't always work -- one is not +a dog." + +"So much the better for the dogs," said Monte Cristo. + +"While the rest slept, then, we went away a short distance; +we severed our fetters with a file the Englishman had given +us, and swam away." + +"And what is become of this Benedetto?" + +"I don't know." + +"You ought to know." + +"No, in truth; we parted at Hyeres." And, to give more +weight to his protestation, Caderousse advanced another step +towards the abbe, who remained motionless in his place, as +calm as ever, and pursuing his interrogation. "You lie," +said the Abbe Busoni, with a tone of irresistible authority. + +"Reverend sir!" + +"You lie! This man is still your friend, and you, perhaps, +make use of him as your accomplice." + +"Oh, reverend sir!" + +"Since you left Toulon what have you lived on? Answer me!" + +"On what I could get." + +"You lie," repeated the abbe a third time, with a still more +imperative tone. Caderousse, terrified, looked at the count. +"You have lived on the money he has given you." + +"True," said Caderousse; "Benedetto has become the son of a +great lord." + +"How can he be the son of a great lord?" + +"A natural son." + +"And what is that great lord's name?" + +"The Count of Monte Cristo, the very same in whose house we +are." + +"Benedetto the count's son?" replied Monte Cristo, +astonished in his turn. + +"Well, I should think so, since the count has found him a +false father -- since the count gives him four thousand +francs a month, and leaves him 500,000 francs in his will." + +"Ah, yes," said the factitious abbe, who began to +understand; "and what name does the young man bear +meanwhile?" + +"Andrea Cavalcanti." + +"Is it, then, that young man whom my friend the Count of +Monte Cristo has received into his house, and who is going +to marry Mademoiselle Danglars?" + +"Exactly." + +"And you suffer that, you wretch -- you, who know his life +and his crime?" + +"Why should I stand in a comrade's way?" said Caderousse. + +"You are right; it is not you who should apprise M. +Danglars, it is I." + +"Do not do so, reverend sir." + +"Why not?" + +"Because you would bring us to ruin." + +"And you think that to save such villains as you I will +become an abettor of their plot, an accomplice in their +crimes?" + +"Reverend sir," said Caderousse, drawing still nearer. + +"I will expose all." + +"To whom?" + +"To M. Danglars." + +"By heaven!" cried Caderousse, drawing from his waistcoat an +open knife, and striking the count in the breast, "you shall +disclose nothing, reverend sir!" To Caderousse's great +astonishment, the knife, instead of piercing the count's +breast, flew back blunted. At the same moment the count +seized with his left hand the assassin's wrist, and wrung it +with such strength that the knife fell from his stiffened +fingers, and Caderousse uttered a cry of pain. But the +count, disregarding his cry, continued to wring the bandit's +wrist, until, his arm being dislocated, he fell first on his +knees, then flat on the floor. The count then placed his +foot on his head, saying, "I know not what restrains me from +crushing thy skull, rascal." + +"Ah, mercy -- mercy!" cried Caderousse. The count withdrew +his foot. "Rise!" said he. Caderousse rose. + +"What a wrist you have, reverend sir!" said Caderousse. +stroking his arm, all bruised by the fleshy pincers which +had held it; "what a wrist!" + +"Silence! God gives me strength to overcome a wild beast +like you; in the name of that God I act, -- remember that, +wretch, -- and to spare thee at this moment is still serving +him." + +"Oh!" said Caderousse, groaning with pain. + +"Take this pen and paper, and write what I dictate." + +"I don't know how to write, reverend sir." + +"You lie! Take this pen, and write!" Caderousse, awed by the +superior power of the abbe, sat down and wrote: -- + +Sir, -- The man whom you are receiving at your house, and to +whom you intend to marry your daughter, is a felon who +escaped with me from confinement at Toulon. He was No. 59, +and I No. 58. He was called Benedetto, but he is ignorant of +his real name, having never known his parents. + +"Sign it!" continued the count. + +"But would you ruin me?" + +"If I sought your ruin, fool, I should drag you to the first +guard-house; besides, when that note is delivered, in all +probability you will have no more to fear. Sign it, then!" + +Caderousse signed it. "The address, `To monsieur the Baron +Danglars, banker, Rue de la Chaussee d'Antin.'" Caderousse +wrote the address. The abbe took the note. "Now," said he, +"that suffices -- begone!" + +"Which way?" + +"The way you came." + +"You wish me to get out at that window?" + +"You got in very well." + +"Oh, you have some design against me, reverend sir." + +"Idiot! what design can I have?" + +"Why, then, not let me out by the door?" + +"What would be the advantage of waking the porter?" -- + +"Ah, reverend sir, tell me, do you wish me dead?" + +"I wish what God wills." + +"But swear that you will not strike me as I go down." + +"Cowardly fool!" + +"What do you intend doing with me?" + +"I ask you what can I do? I have tried to make you a happy +man, and you have turned out a murderer." + +"Oh, monsieur," said Caderousse, "make one more attempt -- +try me once more!" + +"I will," said the count. "Listen -- you know if I may be +relied on." + +"Yes," said Caderousse. + +"If you arrive safely at home" -- + +"What have I to fear, except from you?" + +"If you reach your home safely, leave Paris, leave France, +and wherever you may be, so long as you conduct yourself +well, I will send you a small annuity; for, if you return +home safely, then" -- + +"Then?" asked Caderousse, shuddering. + +"Then I shall believe God has forgiven you, and I will +forgive you too." + +"As true as I am a Christian," stammered Caderousse, "you +will make me die of fright!" + +"Now begone," said the count, pointing to the window. + +Caderousse, scarcely yet relying on this promise, put his +legs out of the window and stood on the ladder. "Now go +down," said the abbe, folding his arms. Understanding he had +nothing more to fear from him, Caderousse began to go down. +Then the count brought the taper to the window, that it +might be seen in the Champs-Elysees that a man was getting +out of the window while another held a light. + +"What are you doing, reverend sir? Suppose a watchman should +pass?" And he blew out the light. He then descended, but it +was only when he felt his foot touch the ground that he was +satisfied of his safety. + +Monte Cristo returned to his bedroom, and, glancing rapidly +from the garden to the street, he saw first Caderousse, who +after walking to the end of the garden, fixed his ladder +against the wall at a different part from where he came in. +The count then looking over into the street, saw the man who +appeared to be waiting run in the same direction, and place +himself against the angle of the wall where Caderousse would +come over. Caderousse climbed the ladder slowly, and looked +over the coping to see if the street was quiet. No one could +be seen or heard. The clock of the Invalides struck one. +Then Caderousse sat astride the coping, and drawing up his +ladder passed it over the wall; then he began to descend, or +rather to slide down by the two stanchions, which he did +with an ease which proved how accustomed he was to the +exercise. But, once started, he could not stop. In vain did +he see a man start from the shadow when he was halfway down +-- in vain did he see an arm raised as he touched the +ground. Before he could defend himself that arm struck him +so violently in the back that he let go the ladder, crying, +"Help!" A second blow struck him almost immediately in the +side, and he fell, calling, "Help, murder!" Then, as he +rolled on the ground, his adversary seized him by the hair, +and struck him a third blow in the chest. This time +Caderousse endeavored to call again, but he could only utter +a groan, and he shuddered as the blood flowed from his three +wounds. The assassin, finding that he no longer cried out, +lifted his head up by the hair; his eyes were closed, and +the mouth was distorted. The murderer, supposing him dead, +let fall his head and disappeared. Then Caderousse, feeling +that he was leaving him, raised himself on his elbow, and +with a dying voice cried with great effort, "Murder! I am +dying! Help, reverend sir, -- help!" + +This mournful appeal pierced the darkness. The door of the +back-staircase opened, then the side-gate of the garden, and +Ali and his master were on the spot with lights. + + + +Chapter 83 +The Hand of God. + +Caderousse continued to call piteously, "Help, reverend sir, +help!" + +"What is the matter?" asked Monte Cristo. + +"Help," cried Caderousse; "I am murdered!" + +"We are here; -- take courage." + +"Ah, it's all over! You are come too late -- you are come to +see me die. What blows, what blood!" He fainted. Ali and his +master conveyed the wounded man into a room. Monte Cristo +motioned to Ali to undress him, and he then examined his +dreadful wounds. "My God!" he exclaimed, "thy vengeance is +sometimes delayed, but only that it may fall the more +effectually." Ali looked at his master for further +instructions. "Bring here immediately the king's attorney, +M. de Villefort, who lives in the Faubourg St. Honore. As +you pass the lodge, wake the porter, and send him for a +surgeon." Ali obeyed, leaving the abbe alone with +Caderousse, who had not yet revived. + +When the wretched man again opened his eyes, the count +looked at him with a mournful expression of pity, and his +lips moved as if in prayer. "A surgeon, reverend sir -- a +surgeon!" said Caderousse. + +"I have sent for one," replied the abbe. + +"I know he cannot save my life, but he may strengthen me to +give my evidence." + +"Against whom?" + +"Against my murderer." + +"Did you recognize him?" + +"Yes; it was Benedetto." + +"The young Corsican?" + +"Himself." + +"Your comrade?" + +"Yes. After giving me the plan of this house, doubtless +hoping I should kill the count and he thus become his heir, +or that the count would kill me and I should be out of his +way, he waylaid me, and has murdered me." + +"I have also sent for the procureur." + +"He will not come in time; I feel my life fast ebbing." + +"Wait a moment," said Monte Cristo. He left the room, and +returned in five minutes with a phial. The dying man's eyes +were all the time riveted on the door, through which he +hoped succor would arrive. "Hasten, reverend sir, hasten! I +shall faint again!" Monte Cristo approached, and dropped on +his purple lips three or four drops of the contents of the +phial. Caderousse drew a deep breath. "Oh," said he, "that +is life to me; more, more!" + +"Two drops more would kill you," replied the abbe. + +"Oh, send for some one to whom I can denounce the wretch!" + +"Shall I write your deposition? You can sign it." + +"Yes yes," said Caderousse; and his eyes glistened at the +thought of this posthumous revenge. Monte Cristo wrote: -- + +"I die, murdered by the Corsican Benedetto, my comrade in +the galleys at Toulouse, No. 59." + +"Quick, quick!" said Caderousse, "or I shall be unable to +sign it." + +Monte Cristo gave the pen to Caderousse, who collected all +his strength, signed it, and fell back on his bed, saying: +"You will relate all the rest, reverend sir; you will say he +calls himself Andrea Cavalcanti. He lodges at the Hotel des +Princes. Oh, I am dying!" He again fainted. The abbe made +him smell the contents of the phial, and he again opened his +eyes. His desire for revenge had not forsaken him. + +"Ah, you will tell all I have said, will you not, reverend +sir?" + +"Yes, and much more." + +"What more will you say?" + +"I will say he had doubtless given you the plan of this +house, in the hope the count would kill you. I will say, +likewise, he had apprised the count, by a note, of your +intention, and, the count being absent, I read the note and +sat up to await you." + +"And he will be guillotined, will be not?" said Caderousse. +"Promise me that, and I will die with that hope." + +"I will say," continued the count, "that he followed and +watched you the whole time, and when he saw you leave the +house, ran to the angle of the wall to conceal himself." + +"Did you see all that?" + +"Remember my words: `If you return home safely, I shall +believe God has forgiven you, and I will forgive you also.'" + +"And you did not warn me!" cried Caderousse, raising himself +on his elbows. "You knew I should be killed on leaving this +house, and did not warn me!" + +"No; for I saw God's justice placed in the hands of +Benedetto, and should have thought it sacrilege to oppose +the designs of providence." + +"God's justice! Speak not of it, reverend sir. If God were +just, you know how many would be punished who now escape." + +"Patience," said the abbe, in a tone which made the dying +man shudder; "have patience!" Caderousse looked at him with +amazement. "Besides," said the abbe, "God is merciful to +all, as he has been to you; he is first a father, then a +judge." + +"Do you then believe in God?" said Caderousse. + +"Had I been so unhappy as not to believe in him until now," +said Monte Cristo, "I must believe on seeing you." +Caderousse raised his clinched hands towards heaven. + +"Listen," said the abbe, extending his hand over the wounded +man, as if to command him to believe; "this is what the God +in whom, on your death-bed, you refuse to believe, has done +for you -- he gave you health, strength, regular employment, +even friends -- a life, in fact, which a man might enjoy +with a calm conscience. Instead of improving these gifts, +rarely granted so abundantly, this has been your course -- +you have given yourself up to sloth and drunkenness, and in +a fit of intoxication have ruined your best friend." + +"Help!" cried Caderousse; "I require a surgeon, not a +priest; perhaps I am not mortally wounded -- I may not die; +perhaps they can yet save my life." + +"Your wounds are so far mortal that, without the three drops +I gave you, you would now be dead. Listen, then." + +"Ah," murmured Caderousse, "what a strange priest you are; +you drive the dying to despair, instead of consoling them." + +"Listen," continued the abbe. "When you had betrayed your +friend God began not to strike, but to warn you. Poverty +overtook you. You had already passed half your life in +coveting that which you might have honorably acquired; and +already you contemplated crime under the excuse of want, +when God worked a miracle in your behalf, sending you, by my +hands, a fortune -- brilliant, indeed, for you, who had +never possessed any. But this unexpected, unhoped-for, +unheard-of fortune sufficed you no longer when you once +possessed it; you wished to double it, and how? -- by a +murder! You succeeded, and then God snatched it from you, +and brought you to justice." + +"It was not I who wished to kill the Jew," said Caderousse; +"it was La Carconte." + +"Yes," said Monte Cristo, "and God, -- I cannot say in +justice, for his justice would have slain you, -- but God, +in his mercy, spared your life." + +"Pardieu, to transport me for life, how merciful!" + +"You thought it a mercy then, miserable wretch! The coward +who feared death rejoiced at perpetual disgrace; for like +all galley-slaves, you said, `I may escape from prison, I +cannot from the grave.' And you said truly; the way was +opened for you unexpectedly. An Englishman visited Toulon, +who had vowed to rescue two men from infamy, and his choice +fell on you and your companion. You received a second +fortune, money and tranquillity were restored to you, and +you, who had been condemned to a felon's life, might live as +other men. Then, wretched creature, then you tempted God a +third time. `I have not enough,' you said, when you had more +than you before possessed, and you committed a third crime, +without reason, without excuse. God is wearied; he has +punished you." Caderousse was fast sinking. "Give me drink," +said he: "I thirst -- I burn!" Monte Cristo gave him a glass +of water. "And yet that villain, Benedetto, will escape!" + +"No one, I tell you, will escape; Benedetto will be +punished." + +"Then, you, too, will be punished, for you did not do your +duty as a priest -- you should have prevented Benedetto from +killing me." + +"I?" said the count, with a smile which petrified the dying +man, "when you had just broken your knife against the coat +of mail which protected my breast! Yet perhaps if I had +found you humble and penitent, I might have prevented +Benedetto from killing you; but I found you proud and +blood-thirsty, and I left you in the hands of God." + +"I do not believe there is a God," howled Caderousse; "you +do not believe it; you lie -- you lie!" + +"Silence," said the abbe; "you will force the last drop of +blood from your veins. What! you do not believe in God when +he is striking you dead? you will not believe in him, who +requires but a prayer, a word, a tear, and he will forgive? +God, who might have directed the assassin's dagger so as to +end your career in a moment, has given you this quarter of +an hour for repentance. Reflect, then, wretched man, and +repent." + +"No," said Caderousse, "no; I will not repent. There is no +God; there is no providence -- all comes by chance." -- + +"There is a providence; there is a God," said Monte Cristo, +"of whom you are a striking proof, as you lie in utter +despair, denying him, while I stand before you, rich, happy, +safe and entreating that God in whom you endeavor not to +believe, while in your heart you still believe in him." + +"But who are you, then?" asked Caderousse, fixing his dying +eyes on the count. "Look well at me!" said Monte Cristo, +putting the light near his face. "Well, the abbe -- the Abbe +Busoni." Monte Cristo took off the wig which disfigured him, +and let fall his black hair, which added so much to the +beauty of his pallid features. "Oh?" said Caderousse, +thunderstruck, "but for that black hair, I should say you +were the Englishman, Lord Wilmore." + +"I am neither the Abbe Busoni nor Lord Wilmore," said Monte +Cristo; "think again, -- do you not recollect me?" Those was +a magic effect in the count's words, which once more revived +the exhausted powers of the miserable man. "Yes, indeed," +said he; "I think I have seen you and known you formerly." + +"Yes, Caderousse, you have seen me; you knew me once." + +"Who, then, are you? and why, if you knew me, do you let me +die?" + +"Because nothing can save you; your wounds are mortal. Had +it been possible to save you, I should have considered it +another proof of God's mercy, and I would again have +endeavored to restore you, I swear by my father's tomb." + +"By your father's tomb!" said Caderousse, supported by a +supernatural power, and half-raising himself to see more +distinctly the man who had just taken the oath which all men +hold sacred; "who, then, are you?" The count had watched the +approach of death. He knew this was the last struggle. He +approached the dying man, and, leaning over him with a calm +and melancholy look, he whispered, "I am -- I am" -- And his +almost closed lips uttered a name so low that the count +himself appeared afraid to hear it. Caderousse, who had +raised himself on his knees, and stretched out his arm, +tried to draw back, then clasping his hands, and raising +them with a desperate effort, "O my God, my God!" said he, +"pardon me for having denied thee; thou dost exist, thou art +indeed man's father in heaven, and his judge on earth. My +God, my Lord, I have long despised thee! Pardon me, my God; +receive me, O my Lord!" Caderousse sighed deeply, and fell +back with a groan. The blood no longer flowed from his +wounds. He was dead. + +"One!" said the count mysteriously, his eyes fixed on the +corpse, disfigured by so awful a death. Ten minutes +afterwards the surgeon and the procureur arrived, the one +accompanied by the porter, the other by Ali, and were +received by the Abbe Busoni, who was praying by the side of +the corpse. + + + +Chapter 84 +Beauchamp. + +The daring attempt to rob the count was the topic of +conversation throughout Paris for the next fortnight. The +dying man had signed a deposition declaring Benedetto to be +the assassin. The police had orders to make the strictest +search for the murderer. Caderousse's knife, dark lantern, +bunch of keys, and clothing, excepting the waistcoat, which +could not be found, were deposited at the registry; the +corpse was conveyed to the morgue. The count told every one +that this adventure had happened during his absence at +Auteuil, and that he only knew what was related by the Abbe +Busoni, who that evening, by mere chance, had requested to +pass the night in his house, to examine some valuable books +in his library. Bertuccio alone turned pale whenever +Benedetto's name was mentioned in his presence, but there +was no reason why any one should notice his doing so. +Villefort, being called on to prove the crime, was preparing +his brief with the same ardor that he was accustomed to +exercise when required to speak in criminal cases. + +But three weeks had already passed, and the most diligent +search had been unsuccessful; the attempted robbery and the +murder of the robber by his comrade were almost forgotten in +anticipation of the approaching marriage of Mademoiselle +Danglars to the Count Andrea Cavalcanti. It was expected +that this wedding would shortly take place, as the young man +was received at the banker's as the betrothed. Letters had +been despatched to M. Cavalcanti, as the count's father, who +highly approved of the union, regretted his inability to +leave Parma at that time, and promised a wedding gift of a +hundred and fifty thousand livres. It was agreed that the +three millions should be intrusted to Danglars to invest; +some persons had warned the young man of the circumstances +of his future father-in-law, who had of late sustained +repeated losses; but with sublime disinterestedness and +confidence the young man refused to listen, or to express a +single doubt to the baron. The baron adored Count Andrea +Cavalcanti: not so Mademoiselle Eugenie Danglars. With an +instinctive hatred of matrimony, she suffered Andrea's +attentions in order to get rid of Morcerf; but when Andrea +urged his suit, she betrayed an entire dislike to him. The +baron might possibly have perceived it, but, attributing it +to a caprice, feigned ignorance. + +The delay demanded by Beauchamp had nearly expired. Morcerf +appreciated the advice of Monte Cristo to let things die +away of their own accord. No one had taken up the remark +about the general, and no one had recognized in the officer +who betrayed the castle of Yanina the noble count in the +House of Peers. Albert, however felt no less insulted; the +few lines which had irritated him were certainly intended as +an insult. Besides, the manner in which Beauchamp had closed +the conference left a bitter recollection in his heart. He +cherished the thought of the duel, hoping to conceal its +true cause even from his seconds. Beauchamp had not been +seen since the day he visited Albert, and those of whom the +latter inquired always told him he was out on a journey +which would detain him some days. Where he was no one knew. + +One morning Albert was awakened by his valet de chambre, who +announced Beauchamp. Albert rubbed his eyes, ordered his +servant to introduce him into the small smoking-room on the +ground-floor, dressed himself quickly, and went down. He +found Beauchamp pacing the room; on perceiving him Beauchamp +stopped. "Your arrival here, without waiting my visit at +your house to-day, looks well, sir," said Albert. "Tell me, +may I shake hands with you, saying, `Beauchamp, acknowledge +you have injured me, and retain my friendship,' or must I +simply propose to you a choice of arms?" + +"Albert," said Beauchamp, with a look of sorrow which +stupefied the young man, "let us first sit down and talk." + +"Rather, sir, before we sit down, I must demand your +answer." + +"Albert," said the journalist, "these are questions which it +is difficult to answer." + +"I will facilitate it by repeating the question, `Will you, +or will you not, retract?'" + +"Morcerf, it is not enough to answer `yes' or `no' to +questions which concern the honor, the social interest, and +the life of such a man as Lieutenant-general the Count of +Morcerf, peer of France." + +"What must then be done?" + +"What I have done, Albert. I reasoned thus -- money, time, +and fatigue are nothing compared with the reputation and +interests of a whole family; probabilities will not suffice, +only facts will justify a deadly combat with a friend. If I +strike with the sword, or discharge the contents of a pistol +at man with whom, for three years, I have been on terms of +intimacy, I must, at least, know why I do so; I must meet +him with a heart at ease, and that quiet conscience which a +man needs when his own arm must save his life." + +"Well," said Morcerf, impatiently, "what does all this +mean?" + +"It means that I have just returned from Yanina." + +"From Yanina?" + +"Yes." + +"Impossible!" + +"Here is my passport; examine the visa -- Geneva, Milan, +Venice, Trieste, Delvino, Yanina. Will you believe the +government of a republic, a kingdom, and an empire?" Albert +cast his eyes on the passport, then raised them in +astonishment to Beauchamp. "You have been to Yanina?" said +he. + +"Albert, had you been a stranger, a foreigner, a simple +lord, like that Englishman who came to demand satisfaction +three or four months since, and whom I killed to get rid of, +I should not have taken this trouble; but I thought this +mark of consideration due to you. I took a week to go, +another to return, four days of quarantine, and forty-eight +hours to stay there; that makes three weeks. I returned last +night, and here I am." + +"What circumlocution! How long you are before you tell me +what I most wish to know?" + +"Because, in truth, Albert" -- + +"You hesitate?" + +"Yes, -- I fear." + +"You fear to acknowledge that your correspondent his +deceived you? Oh, no self-love, Beauchamp. Acknowledge it, +Beauchamp; your courage cannot be doubted." + +"Not so," murmured the journalist; "on the contrary" -- + +Albert turned frightfully pale; he endeavored to speak, but +the words died on his lips. "My friend," said Beauchamp, in +the most affectionate tone, "I should gladly make an +apology; but, alas," -- + +"But what?" + +"The paragraph was correct, my friend." + +"What? That French officer" -- + +"Yes." + +"Fernand?" + +"Yes." + +"The traitor who surrendered the castle of the man in whose +service he was" -- + +"Pardon me, my friend, that man was your father!" Albert +advanced furiously towards Beauchamp, but the latter +restrained him more by a mild look than by his extended +hand. + +"My friend," said he, "here is a proof of it." + +Albert opened the paper, it was an attestation of four +notable inhabitants of Yanina, proving that Colonel Fernand +Mondego, in the service of Ali Tepelini, had surrendered the +castle for two million crowns. The signatures were perfectly +legal. Albert tottered and fell overpowered in a chair. It +could no longer be doubted; the family name was fully given. +After a moment's mournful silence, his heart overflowed, and +he gave way to a flood of tears. Beauchamp, who had watched +with sincere pity the young man's paroxysm of grief, +approached him. "Now, Albert," said he, "you understand me +-- do you not? I wished to see all, and to judge of +everything for myself, hoping the explanation would be in +your father's favor, and that I might do him justice. But, +on the contrary, the particulars which are given prove that +Fernand Mondego, raised by Ali Pasha to the rank of +governor-general, is no other than Count Fernand of Morcerf; +then, recollecting the honor you had done me, in admitting +me to your friendship, I hastened to you." + +Albert, still extended on the chair, covered his face with +both hands, as if to prevent the light from reaching him. "I +hastened to you," continued Beauchamp, "to tell you, Albert, +that in this changing age, the faults of a father cannot +revert upon his children. Few have passed through this +revolutionary period, in the midst of which we were born, +without some stain of infamy or blood to soil the uniform of +the soldier, or the gown of the magistrate. Now I have these +proofs, Albert, and I am in your confidence, no human power +can force me to a duel which your own conscience would +reproach you with as criminal, but I come to offer you what +you can no longer demand of me. Do you wish these proofs, +these attestations, which I alone possess, to be destroyed? +Do you wish this frightful secret to remain with us? +Confided to me, it shall never escape my lips; say, Albert, +my friend, do you wish it?" + +Albert threw himself on Beauchamp's neck. "Ah, noble +fellow!" cried he. + +"Take these," said Beauchamp, presenting the papers to +Albert. + +Albert seized them with a convulsive hand, tore them in +pieces, and trembling lest the least vestige should escape +and one day appear to confront him, he approached the +wax-light, always kept burning for cigars, and burned every +fragment. "Dear, excellent friend," murmured Albert, still +burning the papers. + +"Let all be forgotten as a sorrowful dream," said Beauchamp; +"let it vanish as the last sparks from the blackened paper, +and disappear as the smoke from those silent ashes." + +"Yes, yes," said Albert, "and may there remain only the +eternal friendship which I promised to my deliverer, which +shall be transmitted to our children's children, and shall +always remind me that I owe my life and the honor of my name +to you, -- for had this been known, oh, Beauchamp, I should +have destroyed myself; or, -- no, my poor mother! I could +not have killed her by the same blow, -- I should have fled +from my country." + +"Dear Albert," said Beauchamp. But this sudden and +factitious joy soon forsook the young man, and was succeeded +by a still greater grief. + +"Well," said Beauchamp, "what still oppresses you, my +friend?" + +"I am broken-hearted," said Albert. "Listen, Beauchamp! I +cannot thus, in a moment relinquish the respect, the +confidence, and pride with which a father's untarnished name +inspires a son. Oh, Beauchamp, Beauchamp, how shall I now +approach mine? Shall I draw back my forehead from his +embrace, or withhold my hand from his? I am the most +wretched of men. Ah, my mother, my poor mother!" said +Albert, gazing through his tears at his mother's portrait; +"if you know this, how much must you suffer!" + +"Come," said Beauchamp, taking both his hands, "take +courage, my friend." + +"But how came that first note to be inserted in your +journal? Some unknown enemy -- an invisible foe -- has done +this." + +"The more must you fortify yourself, Albert. Let no trace of +emotion be visible on your countenance, bear your grief as +the cloud bears within it ruin and death -- a fatal secret, +known only when the storm bursts. Go, my friend, reserve +your strength for the moment when the crash shall come." + +"You think, then, all is not over yet?" said Albert, +horror-stricken. + +"I think nothing, my friend; but all things are possible. By +the way" -- + +"What?" said Albert, seeing that Beauchamp hesitated. + +"Are you going to marry Mademoiselle Danglars?" + +"Why do you ask me now?" + +"Because the rupture or fulfilment of this engagement is +connected with the person of whom we were speaking." + +"How?" said Albert, whose brow reddened; "you think M. +Danglars" -- + +"I ask you only how your engagement stands? Pray put no +construction on my words I do not mean they should convey, +and give them no undue weight." + +"No." said Albert, "the engagement is broken off." + +"Well," said Beauchamp. Then, seeing the young man was about +to relapse into melancholy, "Let us go out, Albert," said +he; "a ride in the wood in the phaeton, or on horseback, +will refresh you; we will then return to breakfast, and you +shall attend to your affairs, and I to mine." + +"Willingly," said Albert; "but let us walk. I think a little +exertion would do me good." The two friends walked out on +the fortress. When arrived at the Madeleine, -- "Since we +are out," said Beauchamp, "let us call on M. de Monte +Cristo; he is admirably adapted to revive one's spirits, +because he never interrogates, and in my opinion those who +ask no questions are the best comforters." + +"Gladly," said Albert; "I love him -- let us call." + + + +Chapter 85 +The Journey. + +Monte Cristo uttered a joyful exclamation on seeing the +young men together. "Ah, ha!" said he, "I hope all is over, +explained and settled." + +"Yes," said Beauchamp; "the absurd reports have died away, +and should they be renewed, I would be the first to oppose +them; so let us speak no more of it." + +"Albert will tell you," replied the count "that I gave him +the same advice. Look," added he. "I am finishing the most +execrable morning's work." + +"What is it?" said Albert; "arranging your papers, +apparently." + +"My papers, thank God, no, -- my papers are all in capital +order, because I have none; but M. Cavalcanti's." + +"M. Cavalcanti's?" asked Beauchamp. + +"Yes; do you not know that this is a young man whom the +count is introducing?" said Morcerf. + +"Let us not misunderstand each other," replied Monte Cristo; +"I introduce my one, and certainly not M. Cavalcanti." + +"And who," said Albert with a forced smile, "is to marry +Mademoiselle Danglars instead of me, which grieves me +cruelly." + +"What? Cavalcanti is going to marry Mademoiselle Danglars?" +asked Beauchamp. + +"Certainly; do you come from the end of the world?" said +Monte Cristo; "you, a journalist, the husband of renown? It +is the talk of all Paris." + +"And you, count, have made this match?" asked Beauchamp. + +"I? Silence, purveyor of gossip, do not spread that report. +I make a match? No, you do not know me; I have done all in +my power to oppose it." + +"Ah, I understand," said Beauchamp, "on our friend Albert's +account." + +"On my account?" said the young man; "oh, no, indeed, the +count will do me the justice to assert that I have, on the +contrary, always entreated him to break off my engagement, +and happily it is ended. The count pretends I have not him +to thank; -- so be it -- I will erect an altar Deo ignoto." + +"Listen," said Monte Cristo; "I have had little to do with +it, for I am at variance both with the father-in-law and the +young man; there is only Mademoiselle Eugenie, who appears +but little charmed with the thoughts of matrimony, and who, +seeing how little I was disposed to persuade her to renounce +her dear liberty, retains any affection for me." + +"And do you say this wedding is at hand?" + +"Oh, yes, in spite of all I could say. I do not know the +young man; he is said to be of good family and rich, but I +never trust to vague 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 continue, 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?" + +"Yes, sir; he sent for me to his house, gave me money for my +journey, procured a horse, and made me promise not to stop +till I had reached you, I have come in fifteen hours." + +Albert opened the letter with fear, uttered a shriek on +reading the first line, and seized the paper. His sight was +dimmed, his legs sank under him, and he would have fallen +had not Florentin supported him. + +"Poor young man," said Monte Cristo in a low voice; "it is +then true that the sin of the father shall fall on the +children to the third and fourth generation." Meanwhile +Albert had revived, and, continuing to read, he threw back +his head, saying, "Florentin, is your horse fit to return +immediately?" + +"It is a poor lame post-horse." + +"In what state was the house when you left?" + +"All was quiet, but on returning from M. Beauchamp's, I +found madame in tears: she had sent for me to know when you +would return. I told her my orders from M. Beauchamp; she +first extended her arms to prevent me, but after a moment's +reflection, `Yes, go, Florentin,' said she, `and may he come +quickly.'" + +"Yes, my mother," said Albert, "I will return, and woe to +the infamous wretch! But first of all I must get there." + +He went back to the room where he had left Monte Cristo. +Five minutes had sufficed to make a complete transformation +in his appearance. His voice had become rough and hoarse; +his face was furrowed with wrinkles; his eyes burned under +the blue-veined lids, and he tottered like a drunken man. +"Count," said he, "I thank you for your hospitality, which I +would gladly have enjoyed longer; but I must return to +Paris." + +"What has happened?" + +"A great misfortune, more important to me than life. Don't +question me, I beg of you, but lend me a horse." + +"My stables are at your command, viscount; but you will kill +yourself by riding on horseback. Take a post-chaise or a +carriage." + +"No, it would delay me, and I need the fatigue you warn me +of; it will do me good." Albert reeled as if he had been +shot, and fell on a chair near the door. Monte Cristo did +not see this second manifestation of physical exhaustion; he +was at the window, calling, "Ali, a horse for M. de Morcerf +-- quick! he is in a hurry!" These words restored Albert; he +darted from the room, followed by the count. "Thank you!" +cried he, throwing himself on his horse. "Return as soon as +you can, Florentin. Must I use any password to procure a +horse?" + +"Only dismount; another will be immediately saddled." Albert +hesitated a moment. "You may think my departure strange and +foolish," said the young man; "you do not know how a +paragraph in a newspaper may exasperate one. Read that," +said he, "when I am gone, that you may not be witness of my +anger." + +While the count picked up the paper he put spurs to his +horse, which leaped in astonishment at such an unusual +stimulus, and shot away with the rapidity of an arrow. The +count watched him with a feeling of compassion, and when he +had completely disappeared, read as follows: -- + +"The French officer in the service of Ali Pasha of Yanina +alluded to three weeks since in the Impartial, who not only +surrendered the castle of Yanina, but sold his benefactor to +the Turks, styled himself truly at that time Fernand, as our +esteemed contemporary states; but he has since added to his +Christian name a title of nobility and a family name. He now +calls himself the Count of Morcerf, and ranks among the +peers." + +Thus the terrible secret, which Beauchamp had so generously +destroyed, appeared again like an armed phantom; and another +paper, deriving its information from some malicious source, +had published two days after Albert's departure for Normandy +the few lines which had rendered the unfortunate young man +almost crazy. + + + +Chapter 86 +The Trial. + +At eight o'clock in the morning Albert had arrived at +Beauchamp's door. The valet de chambre had received orders +to usher him in at once. Beauchamp was in his bath. "Here I +am," said Albert. + +"Well, my poor friend," replied Beauchamp, "I expected you." + +"I need not say I think you are too faithful and too kind to +have spoken of that painful circumstance. Your having sent +for me is another proof of your affection. So, without +losing time, tell me, have you the slightest idea whence +this terrible blow proceeds?" + +"I think I have some clew." + +"But first tell me all the particulars of this shameful +plot." Beauchamp proceeded to relate to the young man, who +was overwhelmed with shame and grief, the following facts. +Two days previously, the article had appeared in another +paper besides the Impartial, and, what was more serious, one +that was well known as a government paper. Beauchamp was +breakfasting when he read the paragraph. He sent immediately +for a cabriolet, and hastened to the publisher's office. +Although professing diametrically opposite principles from +those of the editor of the other paper, Beauchamp -- as it +sometimes, we may say often, happens -- was his intimate +friend. The editor was reading, with apparent delight, a +leading article in the same paper on beet-sugar, probably a +composition of his own. + +"Ah, pardieu," said Beauchamp, "with the paper in your hand, +my friend, I need not tell you the cause of my visit." + +"Are you interested in the sugar question?" asked the editor +of the ministerial paper. + +"No," replied Beauchamp, "I have not considered the +question; a totally different subject interests me." + +"What is it?" + +"The article relative to Morcerf." + +"Indeed? Is it not a curious affair?" + +"So curious, that I think you are running a great risk of a +prosecution for defamation of character." + +"Not at all; we have received with the information all the +requisite proofs, and we are quite sure M. de Morcerf will +not raise his voice against us; besides, it is rendering a +service to one's country to denounce these wretched +criminals who are unworthy of the honor bestowed on them." +Beauchamp was thunderstruck. "Who, then, has so correctly +informed you?" asked he; "for my paper, which gave the first +information on the subject, has been obliged to stop for +want of proof; and yet we are more interested than you in +exposing M. de Morcerf, as he is a peer of France, and we +are of the opposition." + +"Oh, that is very simple; we have not sought to scandalize. +This news was brought to us. A man arrived yesterday from +Yanina, bringing a formidable array of documents; and when +we hesitated to publish the accusatory article, he told us +it should be inserted in some other paper." + +Beauchamp understood that nothing remained but to submit, +and left the office to despatch a courier to Morcerf. But he +had been unable to send to Albert the following particulars, +as the events had transpired after the messenger's +departure; namely, that the same day a great agitation was +manifest in the House of Peers among the usually calm +members of that dignified assembly. Every one had arrived +almost before the usual hour, and was conversing on the +melancholy event which was to attract the attention of the +public towards one of their most illustrious colleagues. +Some were perusing the article, others making comments and +recalling circumstances which substantiated the charges +still more. The Count of Morcerf was no favorite with his +colleagues. Like all upstarts, he had had recourse to a +great deal of haughtiness to maintain his position. The true +nobility laughed at him, the talented repelled him, and the +honorable instinctively despised him. He was, in fact, in +the unhappy position of the victim marked for sacrifice; the +finger of God once pointed at him, every one was prepared to +raise the hue and cry. + +The Count of Morcerf alone was ignorant of the news. He did +not take in the paper containing the defamatory article, and +had passed the morning in writing letters and in trying a +horse. He arrived at his usual hour, with a proud look and +insolent demeanor; he alighted, passed through the +corridors, and entered the house without observing the +hesitation of the door-keepers or the coolness of his +colleagues. Business had already been going on for half an +hour when he entered. Every one held the accusing paper, +but, as usual, no one liked to take upon himself the +responsibility of the attack. At length an honorable peer, +Morcerf's acknowledged enemy, ascended the tribune with that +solemnity which announced that the expected moment had +arrived. There was an impressive silence; Morcerf alone knew +not why such profound attention was given to an orator who +was not always listened to with so much complacency. The +count did not notice the introduction, in which the speaker +announced that his communication would be of that vital +importance that it demanded the undivided attention of the +House; but at the mention of Yanina and Colonel Fernand, he +turned so frightfully pale that every member shuddered and +fixed his eyes upon him. Moral wounds have this peculiarity, +-- they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, +always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and +open in the heart. + +The article having been read during the painful hush that +followed, a universal shudder pervaded the assembly. and +immediately the closest attention was given to the orator as +he resumed his remarks. He stated his scruples and the +difficulties of the case; it was the honor of M. de Morcerf, +and that of the whole House, he proposed to defend, by +provoking a debate on personal questions, which are always +such painful themes of discussion. He concluded by calling +for an investigation, which might dispose of the calumnious +report before it had time to spread, and restore M. de +Morcerf to the position he had long held in public opinion. +Morcerf was so completely overwhelmed by this great and +unexpected calamity that he could scarcely stammer a few +words as he looked around on the assembly. This timidity, +which might proceed from the astonishment of innocence as +well as the shame of guilt, conciliated some in his favor; +for men who are truly generous are always ready to +compassionate when the misfortune of their enemy surpasses +the limits of their hatred. + +The president put it to the vote, and it was decided that +the investigation should take place. The count was asked +what time he required to prepare his defence. Morcerf's +courage had revived when he found himself alive after this +horrible blow. "My lords," answered he, "it is not by time I +could repel the attack made on me by enemies unknown to me, +and, doubtless, hidden in obscurity; it is immediately, and +by a thunderbolt, that I must repel the flash of lightning +which, for a moment, startled me. Oh, that I could, instead +of taking up this defence, shed my last drop of blood to +prove to my noble colleagues that I am their equal in +worth." These words made a favorable impression on behalf of +the accused. "I demand, then, that the examination shall +take place as soon as possible, and I will furnish the house +with all necessary information." + +"What day do you fix?" asked the president. + +"To-day I am at your service," replied the count. The +president rang the bell. "Does the House approve that the +examination should take place to-day?" + +"Yes," was the unanimous answer. + +A committee of twelve members was chosen to examine the +proofs brought forward by Morcerf. The investigation would +begin at eight o'clock that evening in the committee-room, +and if postponement were necessary, the proceedings would be +resumed each evening at the same hour. Morcerf asked leave +to retire; he had to collect the documents he had long been +preparing against this storm, which his sagacity had +foreseen. + +Albert listened, trembling now with hope, then with anger, +and then again with shame, for from Beauchamp's confidence +he knew his father was guilty, and he asked himself how, +since he was guilty, he could prove his innocence. Beauchamp +hesitated to continue his narrative. "What next?" asked +Albert. + +"What next? My friend, you impose a painful task on me. Must +you know all?" + +"Absolutely; and rather from your lips than another's." + +"Muster up all your courage, then, for never have you +required it more." Albert passed his hand over his forehead, +as if to try his strength, as a man who is preparing to +defend his life proves his shield and bends his sword. He +thought himself strong enough, for he mistook fever for +energy. "Go on," said he. + +"The evening arrived; all Paris was in expectation. Many +said your father had only to show himself to crush the +charge against him; many others said he would not appear; +while some asserted that they had seen him start for +Brussels; and others went to the police-office to inquire if +he had taken out a passport. I used all my influence with +one of the committee, a young peer of my acquaintance, to +get admission to one of the galleries. He called for me at +seven o'clock, and, before any one had arrived, asked one of +the door-keepers to place me in a box. I was concealed by a +column, and might witness the whole of the terrible scene +which was about to take place. At eight o'clock all were in +their places, and M. de Morcerf entered at the last stroke. +He held some papers in his hand; his countenance was calm, +and his step firm, and he was dressed with great care in his +military uniform, which was buttoned completely up to the +chin. His presence produced a good effect. The committee was +made up of Liberals, several of whom came forward to shake +hands with him." + +Albert felt his heart bursting at these particulars, but +gratitude mingled with his sorrow: he would gladly have +embraced those who had given his father this proof of esteem +at a moment when his honor was so powerfully attacked. "At +this moment one of the door-keepers brought in a letter for +the president. `You are at liberty to speak, M. de Morcerf,' +said the president, as he unsealed the letter; and the count +began his defence, I assure you, Albert, in a most eloquent +and skilful manner. He produced documents proving that the +Vizier of Yanina had up to the last moment honored him with +his entire confidence, since he had interested him with a +negotiation of life and death with the emperor. He produced +the ring, his mark of authority, with which Ali Pasha +generally sealed his letters, and which the latter had given +him, that he might, on his return at any hour of the day or +night, gain access to the presence, even in the harem. +Unfortunately, the negotiation failed, and when he returned +to defend his benefactor, he was dead. `But,' said the +count, `so great was Ali Pasha's confidence, that on his +death-bed he resigned his favorite mistress and her daughter +to my care.'" Albert started on hearing these words; the +history of Haidee recurred to him, and he remembered what +she had said of that message and the ring, and the manner in +which she had been sold and made a slave. "And what effect +did this discourse produce?" anxiously inquired Albert. "I +acknowledge it affected me, and, indeed, all the committee +also," said Beauchamp. + +"Meanwhile, the president carelessly opened the letter which +had been brought to him; but the first lines aroused his +attention; he read them again and again, and fixing his eyes +on M. de Morcerf, `Count,' said he, `you have said that the +Vizier of Yanina confided his wife and daughter to your +care?' -- `Yes, sir,' replied Morcerf; `but in that, like +all the rest, misfortune pursued me. On my return, Vasiliki +and her daughter Haidee had disappeared.' -- `Did you know +them?' -- `My intimacy with the pasha and his unlimited +confidence had gained me an introduction to them, and I had +seen them above twenty times.' + +"`Have you any idea what became of them?' -- `Yes, sir; I +heard they had fallen victims to their sorrow, and, perhaps, +to their poverty. I was not rich; my life was in constant +danger; I could not seek them, to my great regret.' The +president frowned imperceptibly. `Gentlemen,' said he, `you +have heard the Comte de Morcerf's defence. Can you, sir, +produce any witnesses to the truth of what you have +asserted?' -- `Alas, no, monsieur,' replied the count; `all +those who surrounded the vizier, or who knew me at his +court, are either dead or gone away, I know not where. I +believe that I alone, of all my countrymen, survived that +dreadful war. I have only the letters of Ali Tepelini, which +I have placed before you; the ring, a token of his +good-will, which is here; and, lastly, the most convincing +proof I can offer, after an anonymous attack, and that is +the absence of any witness against my veracity and the +purity of my military life.' A murmur of approbation ran +through the assembly; and at this moment, Albert, had +nothing more transpired, your father's cause had been +gained. It only remained to put it to the vote, when the +president resumed: `Gentlemen and you, monsieur, -- you will +not be displeased, I presume, to listen to one who calls +himself a very important witness, and who has just presented +himself. He is, doubtless, come to prove the perfect +innocence of our colleague. Here is a letter I have just +received on the subject; shall it be read, or shall it be +passed over? and shall we take no notice of this incident?' +M. de Morcerf turned pale, and clinched his hands on the +papers he held. The committee decided to hear the letter; +the count was thoughtful and silent. The president read: -- + +"`Mr. President, -- I can furnish the committee of inquiry +into the conduct of the Lieutenant-General the Count of +Morcerf in Epirus and in Macedonia with important +particulars.' + +"The president paused, and the count turned pale. The +president looked at his auditors. `Proceed,' was heard on +all sides. The president resumed: -- + +"`I was on the spot at the death of Ali Pasha. I was present +during his last moments. I know what is become of Vasiliki +and Haidee. I am at the command of the committee, and even +claim the honor of being heard. I shall be in the lobby when +this note is delivered to you.' + +"`And who is this witness, or rather this enemy?' asked the +count, in a tone in which there was a visible alteration. +`We shall know, sir,' replied the president. `Is the +committee willing to hear this witness?' -- `Yes, yes,' they +all said at once. The door-keeper was called. `Is there any +one in the lobby?' said the president. + +"`Yes, sir.' -- `Who is it?' -- `A woman, accompanied by a +servant.' Every one looked at his neighbor. `Bring her in,' +said the president. Five minutes after the door-keeper again +appeared; all eyes were fixed on the door, and I," said +Beauchamp, "shared the general expectation and anxiety. +Behind the door-keeper walked a woman enveloped in a large +veil, which completely concealed her. It was evident, from +her figure and the perfumes she had about her, that she was +young and fastidious in her tastes, but that was all. The +president requested her to throw aside her veil, and it was +then seen that she was dressed in the Grecian costume, and +was remarkably beautiful." + +"Ah," said Albert, "it was she." + +"Who?" + +"Haidee." + +"Who told you that?" + +"Alas, I guess it. But go on, Beauchamp. You see I am calm +and strong. And yet we must be drawing near the disclosure." + +"M. de Morcerf," continued Beauchamp, "looked at this woman +with surprise and terror. Her lips were about to pass his +sentence of life or death. To the committee the adventure +was so extraordinary and curious, that the interest they had +felt for the count's safety became now quite a secondary +matter. The president himself advanced to place a seat for +the young lady; but she declined availing herself of it. As +for the count, he had fallen on his chair; it was evident +that his legs refused to support him. + +"`Madame,' said the president, `you have engaged to furnish +the committee with some important particulars respecting the +affair at Yanina, and you have stated that you were an +eyewitness of the event.' -- `I was, indeed,' said the +stranger, with a tone of sweet melancholy, and with the +sonorous voice peculiar to the East. + +"`But allow me to say that you must have been very young +then.' -- `I was four years old; but as those events deeply +concerned me, not a single detail has escaped my memory.' -- +`In what manner could these events concern you? and who are +you, that they should have made so deep an impression on +you?' -- `On them depended my father's life,' replied she. +`I am Haidee, the daughter of Ali Tepelini, pasha of Yanina, +and of Vasiliki, his beloved wife.' + +"The blush of mingled pride and modesty which suddenly +suffused the cheeks of the young woman, the brilliancy of +her eye, and her highly important communication, produced an +indescribable effect on the assembly. As for the count, he +could not have been more overwhelmed if a thunderbolt had +fallen at his feet and opened an immense gulf before him. +`Madame,' replied the president, bowing with profound +respect, `allow me to ask one question; it shall be the +last: Can you prove the authenticity of what you have now +stated?' -- `I can, sir,' said Haidee, drawing from under +her veil a satin satchel highly perfumed; `for here is the +register of my birth, signed by my father and his principal +officers, and that of my baptism, my father having consented +to my being brought up in my mother's faith, -- this latter +has been sealed by the grand primate of Macedonia and +Epirus; and lastly (and perhaps the most important), the +record of the sale of my person and that of my mother to the +Armenian merchant El-Kobbir, by the French officer, who, in +his infamous bargain with the Porte, had reserved as his +part of the booty the wife and daughter of his benefactor, +whom he sold for the sum of four hundred thousand francs.' A +greenish pallor spread over the count's cheeks, and his eyes +became bloodshot at these terrible imputations, which were +listened to by the assembly with ominous silence. + +"Haidee, still calm, but with a calmness more dreadful than +the anger of another would have been, handed to the +president the record of her sale, written in Arabic. It had +been supposed some of the papers might be in the Arabian, +Romaic, or Turkish language, and the interpreter of the +House was in attendance. One of the noble peers, who was +familiar with the Arabic language, having studied it during +the famous Egyptian campaign, followed with his eye as the +translator read aloud: -- + +"`I, El-Kobbir, a slave-merchant, and purveyor of the harem +of his highness, acknowledge having received for +transmission to the sublime emperor, from the French lord, +the Count of Monte Cristo, an emerald valued at eight +hundred thousand francs; as the ransom of a young Christian +slave of eleven years of age, named Haidee, the acknowledged +daughter of the late lord Ali Tepelini, pasha of Yanina, and +of Vasiliki, his favorite; she having been sold to me seven +years previously, with her mother, who had died on arriving +at Constantinople, by a French colonel in the service of the +Vizier Ali Tepelini, named Fernand Mondego. The +above-mentioned purchase was made on his highness's account, +whose mandate I had, for the sum of four hundred thousand +francs. + +"`Given at Constantinople, by authority of his highness, in +the year 1247 of the Hegira. + +"`Signed El-Kobbir.' + +"`That this record should have all due authority, it shall +bear the imperial seal, which the vendor is bound to have +affixed to it.' + +"Near the merchant's signature there was, indeed, the seal +of the sublime emperor. A dreadful silence followed the +reading of this document; the count could only stare, and +his gaze, fixed as if unconsciously on Haidee, seemed one of +fire and blood. `Madame,' said the president, `may reference +be made to the Count of Monte Cristo, who is now, I believe, +in Paris?' -- `Sir,' replied Haidee, `the Count of Monte +Cristo, my foster-father, has been in Normandy the last +three days.' + +"`Who, then, has counselled you to take this step, one for +which the court is deeply indebted to you, and which is +perfectly natural, considering your birth and your +misfortunes?' -- `Sir,' replied Haidee, `I have been led to +take this step from a feeling of respect and grief. Although +a Christian, may God forgive me, I have always sought to +revenge my illustrious father. Since I set my foot in +France, and knew the traitor lived in Paris, I have watched +carefully. I live retired in the house of my noble +protector, but I do it from choice. I love retirement and +silence, because I can live with my thoughts and +recollections of past days. But the Count of Monte Cristo +surrounds me with every paternal care, and I am ignorant of +nothing which passes in the world. I learn all in the +silence of my apartments, -- for instance, I see all the +newspapers, every periodical, as well as every new piece of +music; and by thus watching the course of the life of +others, I learned what had transpired this morning in the +House of Peers, and what was to take place this evening; +then I wrote.' + +"`Then,' remarked the president, `the Count of Monte Cristo +knows nothing of your present proceedings?' -- `He is quite +unaware of them, and I have but one fear, which is that he +should disapprove of what I have done. But it is a glorious +day for me,' continued the young girl, raising her ardent +gaze to heaven, `that on which I find at last an opportunity +of avenging my father!' + +"The count had not uttered one word the whole of this time. +His colleagues looked at him, and doubtless pitied his +prospects, blighted under the perfumed breath of a woman. +His misery was depicted in sinister lines on his +countenance. `M. de Morcerf,' said the president, `do you +recognize this lady as the daughter of Ali Tepelini, pasha +of Yanina?' -- `No,' said Morcerf, attempting to rise, `it +is a base plot, contrived by my enemies.' Haidee, whose eyes +had been fixed on the door, as if expecting some one, turned +hastily, and, seeing the count standing, shrieked, `You do +not know me?' said she. `Well, I fortunately recognize you! +You are Fernand Mondego, the French officer who led the +troops of my noble father! It is you who surrendered the +castle of Yanina! It is you who, sent by him to +Constantinople, to treat with the emperor for the life or +death of your benefactor, brought back a false mandate +granting full pardon! It is you who, with that mandate, +obtained the pasha's ring, which gave you authority over +Selim, the fire-keeper! It is you who stabbed Selim. It is +you who sold us, my mother and me, to the merchant, +El-Kobbir! Assassin, assassin, assassin, you have still on +your brow your master's blood! Look, gentlemen, all!' + +"These words had been pronounced with such enthusiasm and +evident truth, that every eye was fixed on the count's +forehead, and he himself passed his hand across it, as if he +felt Ali's blood still lingering there. `You positively +recognize M. de Morcerf as the officer, Fernand Mondego?' -- +`Indeed I do!' cried Haidee. `Oh, my mother, it was you who +said, "You were free, you had a beloved father, you were +destined to be almost a queen. Look well at that man; it is +he who raised your father's head on the point of a spear; it +is he who sold us; it is he who forsook us! Look well at his +right hand, on which he has a large wound; if you forgot his +features, you would know him by that hand, into which fell, +one by one, the gold pieces of the merchant El-Kobbir!" I +know him! Ah, let him say now if he does not recognize me!' +Each word fell like a dagger on Morcerf, and deprived him of +a portion of his energy; as she uttered the last, he hid his +mutilated hand hastily in his bosom, and fell back on his +seat, overwhelmed by wretchedness and despair. This scene +completely changed the opinion of the assembly respecting +the accused count. + +"`Count of Morcerf,' said the president, `do not allow +yourself to be cast down; answer. The justice of the court +is supreme and impartial as that of God; it will not suffer +you to be trampled on by your enemies without giving you an +opportunity of defending yourself. Shall further inquiries +be made? Shall two members of the House be sent to Yanina? +Speak!' Morcerf did not reply. Then all the members looked +at each other with terror. They knew the count's energetic +and violent temper; it must be, indeed, a dreadful blow +which would deprive him of courage to defend himself. They +expected that his stupefied silence would be followed by a +fiery outburst. `Well,' asked the president, `what is your +decision?' + +"`I have no reply to make,' said the count in a low tone. + +"`Has the daughter of Ali Tepelini spoken the truth?' said +the president. `Is she, then, the terrible witness to whose +charge you dare not plead "Not guilty"? Have you really +committed the crimes of which you are accused?' The count +looked around him with an expression which might have +softened tigers, but which could not disarm his judges. Then +he raised his eyes towards the ceiling, but withdrew then, +immediately, as if he feared the roof would open and reveal +to his distressed view that second tribunal called heaven, +and that other judge named God. Then, with a hasty movement, +he tore open his coat, which seemed to stifle him, and flew +from the room like a madman; his footstep was heard one +moment in the corridor, then the rattling of his +carriage-wheels as he was driven rapidly away. `Gentlemen,' +said the president, when silence was restored, `is the Count +of Morcerf convicted of felony, treason, and conduct +unbecoming a member of this House?' -- `Yes,' replied all +the members of the committee of inquiry with a unanimous +voice. + +"Haidee had remained until the close of the meeting. She +heard the count's sentence pronounced without betraying an +expression of joy or pity; then drawing her veil over her +face she bowed majestically to the councillors, and left +with that dignified step which Virgil attributes to his +goddesses." + + + +Chapter 87 +The Challenge. + +"Then," continued Beauchamp, "I took advantage of the +silence and the darkness to leave the house without being +seen. The usher who had introduced me was waiting for me at +the door, and he conducted me through the corridors to a +private entrance opening into the Rue de Vaugirard. I left +with mingled feelings of sorrow and delight. Excuse me, +Albert, -- sorrow on your account, and delight with that +noble girl, thus pursuing paternal vengeance. Yes, Albert, +from whatever source the blow may have proceeded -- it may +be from an enemy, but that enemy is only the agent of +providence." Albert held his head between his hands; he +raised his face, red with shame and bathed in tears, and +seizing Beauchamp's arm, "My friend," said he, "my life is +ended. I cannot calmly say with you, `Providence has struck +the blow;' but I must discover who pursues me with this +hatred, and when I have found him I shall kill him, or he +will kill me. I rely on your friendship to assist me, +Beauchamp, if contempt has not banished it from your heart." + +"Contempt, my friend? How does this misfortune affect you? +No, happily that unjust prejudice is forgotten which made +the son responsible for the father's actions. Review your +life, Albert; although it is only just beginning, did a +lovely summer's day ever dawn with greater purity than has +marked the commencement of your career? No, Albert, take my +advice. You are young and rich -- leave Paris -- all is soon +forgotten in this great Babylon of excitement and changing +tastes. You will return after three or four years with a +Russian princess for a bride, and no one will think more of +what occurred yesterday than if it had happened sixteen +years ago." + +"Thank you, my dear Beauchamp, thank you for the excellent +feeling which prompts your advice; but it cannot be. I have +told you my wish, or rather my determination. You understand +that, interested as I am in this affair, I cannot see it in +the same light as you do. What appears to you to emanate +from a celestial source, seems to me to proceed from one far +less pure. Providence appears to me to have no share in this +affair; and happily so, for instead of the invisible, +impalpable agent of celestial rewards and punishments, I +shall find one both palpable and visible, on whom I shall +revenge myself, I assure you, for all I have suffered during +the last month. Now, I repeat, Beauchamp, I wish to return +to human and material existence, and if you are still the +friend you profess to be, help me to discover the hand that +struck the blow." + +"Be it so," said Beauchamp; "if you must have me descend to +earth, I submit; and if you will seek your enemy, I will +assist you, and I will engage to find him, my honor being +almost as deeply interested as yours." + +"Well, then, you understand, Beauchamp, that we begin our +search immediately. Each moment's delay is an eternity for +me. The calumniator is not yet punished, and he may hope +that he will not be; but, on my honor, it he thinks so, he +deceives himself." + +"Well, listen, Morcerf." + +"Ah, Beauchamp, I see you know something already; you will +restore me to life." + +"I do not say there is any truth in what I am going to tell +you, but it is, at least, a ray of light in a dark night; by +following it we may, perhaps, discover something more +certain." + +"Tell me; satisfy my impatience." + +"Well, I will tell you what I did not like to mention on my +return from Yanina." + +"Say on." + +"I went, of course, to the chief banker of the town to make +inquiries. At the first word, before I had even mentioned +your father's name" -- + +"`Ah,' said he. `I guess what brings you here.' + +"`How, and why?' + +"`Because a fortnight since I was questioned on the same +subject.' + +"`By whom?' -- `By a Paris banker, my correspondent.' + +"`Whose name is' -- + +"`Danglars.'" + +"He!" cried Albert; "yes, it is indeed he who has so long +pursued my father with jealous hatred. He, the man who would +be popular, cannot forgive the Count of Morcerf for being +created a peer; and this marriage broken off without a +reason being assigned -- yes, it is all from the same +cause." + +"Make inquiries, Albert, but do not be angry without reason; +make inquiries, and if it be true" -- + +"Oh, yes, if it be true," cried the young man, "he shall pay +me all I have suffered." + +"Beware, Morcerf, he is already an old man." + +"I will respect his age as he has respected the honor of my +family; if my father had offended him, why did he not attack +him personally? Oh, no, he was afraid to encounter him face +to face." + +"I do not condemn you, Albert; I only restrain you. Act +prudently." + +"Oh, do not fear; besides, you will accompany me. Beauchamp, +solemn transactions should be sanctioned by a witness. +Before this day closes, if M. Danglars is guilty, he shall +cease to live, or I shall die. Pardieu, Beauchamp, mine +shall be a splendid funeral!" + +"When such resolutions are made, Albert, they should be +promptly executed. Do you wish to go to M. Danglars? Let us +go immediately." They sent for a cabriolet. On entering the +banker's mansion, they perceived the phaeton and servant of +M. Andrea Cavalcanti. "Ah, parbleu, that's good," said +Albert, with a gloomy tone. "If M. Danglars will not fight +with me, I will kill his son-in-law; Cavalcanti will +certainly fight." The servant announced the young man; but +the banker, recollecting what had transpired the day before, +did not wish him admitted. It was, however, too late; Albert +had followed the footman, and, hearing the order given, +forced the door open, and followed by Beauchamp found +himself in the banker's study. "Sir," cried the latter, "am +I no longer at liberty to receive whom I choose in my house? +You appear to forget yourself sadly." + +"No, sir," said Albert, coldly; "there are circumstances in +which one cannot, except through cowardice, -- I offer you +that refuge, -- refuse to admit certain persons at least." + +"What is your errand, then, with me, sir?" + +"I mean," said Albert, drawing near, and without apparently +noticing Cavalcanti, who stood with his back towards the +fireplace -- "I mean to propose a meeting in some retired +corner where no one will interrupt us for ten minutes; that +will be sufficient -- where two men having met, one of them +will remain on the ground." Danglars turned pale; Cavalcanti +moved a step forward, and Albert turned towards him. "And +you, too," said he, "come, if you like, monsieur; you have a +claim, being almost one of the family, and I will give as +many rendezvous of that kind as I can find persons willing +to accept them." Cavalcanti looked at Danglars with a +stupefied air, and the latter, making an effort, arose and +stepped between the two young men. Albert's attack on Andrea +had placed him on a different footing, and he hoped this +visit had another cause than that he had at first supposed. + +"Indeed, sir," said he to Albert, "if you are come to +quarrel with this gentleman because I have preferred him to +you, I shall resign the case to the king's attorney." + +"You mistake, sir," said Morcerf with a gloomy smile; "I am +not referring in the least to matrimony, and I only +addressed myself to M. Cavalcanti because he appeared +disposed to interfere between us. In one respect you are +right, for I am ready to quarrel with every one to-day; but +you have the first claim, M. Danglars." + +"Sir," replied Danglars, pale with anger and fear, "I warn +you, when I have the misfortune to meet with a mad dog, I +kill it; and far from thinking myself guilty of a crime, I +believe I do society a kindness. Now, if you are mad and try +to bite me, I will kill you without pity. Is it my fault +that your father has dishonored himself?" + +"Yes, miserable wretch!" cried Morcerf, "it is your fault." +Danglars retreated a few steps. "My fault?" said he; "you +must be mad! What do I know of the Grecian affair? Have I +travelled in that country? Did I advise your father to sell +the castle of Yanina -- to betray" -- + +"Silence!" said Albert, with a thundering voice. "No; it is +not you who have directly made this exposure and brought +this sorrow on us, but you hypocritically provoked it." + +"I?" + +"Yes; you! How came it known?" + +"I suppose you read it in the paper in the account from +Yanina?" + +"Who wrote to Yanina?" + +"To Yanina?" + +"Yes. Who wrote for particulars concerning my father?" + +"I imagine any one may write to Yanina." + +"But one person only wrote!" + +"One only?" + +"Yes; and that was you!" + +"I, doubtless, wrote. It appears to me that when about to +marry your daughter to a young man, it is right to make some +inquiries respecting his family; it is not only a right, but +a duty." + +"You wrote, sir, knowing what answer you would receive." + +"I, indeed? I assure you," cried Danglars, with a confidence +and security proceeding less from fear than from the +interest he really felt for the young man, "I solemnly +declare to you, that I should never have thought of writing +to Yanina, did I know anything of Ali Pasha's misfortunes." + +"Who, then, urged you to write? Tell me." + +"Pardieu, it was the most simple thing in the world. I was +speaking of your father's past history. I said the origin of +his fortune remained obscure. The person to whom I addressed +my scruples asked me where your father had acquired his +property? I answered, `In Greece.' -- `Then,' said he, +`write to Yanina.'" + +"And who thus advised you?" + +"No other than your friend, Monte Cristo." + +"The Count of Monte Cristo told you to write to Yanina?" + +"Yes; and I wrote, and will show you my correspondence, if +you like." Albert and Beauchamp looked at each other. "Sir," +said Beauchamp, who had not yet spoken, "you appear to +accuse the count, who is absent from Paris at this moment, +and cannot justify himself." + +"I accuse no one, sir," said Danglars; "I relate, and I will +repeat before the count what I have said to you." + +"Does the count know what answer you received?" + +"Yes; I showed it to him." + +"Did he know my father's Christian name was Fernand, and his +family name Mondego?" + +"Yes, I had told him that long since, and I did only what +any other would have done in my circumstances, and perhaps +less. When, the day after the arrival of this answer, your +father came by the advice of Monte Cristo to ask my +daughter's hand for you, I decidedly refused him, but +without any explanation or exposure. In short, why should I +have any more to do with the affair? How did the honor or +disgrace of M. de Morcerf affect me? It neither increased +nor decreased my income." + +Albert felt the blood mounting to his brow; there was no +doubt upon the subject. Danglars defended himself with the +baseness, but at the same time with the assurance, of a man +who speaks the truth, at least in part, if not wholly -- not +for conscience' sake, but through fear. Besides, what was +Morcerf seeking? It was not whether Danglars or Monte Cristo +was more or less guilty; it was a man who would answer for +the offence, whether trifling or serious; it was a man who +would fight, and it was evident Danglars's would not fight. +And, in addition to this, everything forgotten or +unperceived before presented itself now to his recollection. +Monte Cristo knew everything, as he had bought the daughter +of Ali Pasha; and, knowing everything, he had advised +Danglars to write to Yanina. The answer known, he had +yielded to Albert's wish to be introduced to Haidee, and +allowed the conversation to turn on the death of Ali, and +had not opposed Haidee's recital (but having, doubtless, +warned the young girl, in the few Romaic words he spoke to +her, not to implicate Morcerf's father). Besides, had he not +begged of Morcerf not to mention his father's name before +Haidee? Lastly, he had taken Albert to Normandy when he knew +the final blow was near. There could be no doubt that all +had been calculated and previously arranged; Monte Cristo +then was in league with his father's enemies. Albert took +Beauchamp aside, and communicated these ideas to him. + +"You are right," said the latter; "M. Danglars has only been +a secondary agent in this sad affair, and it is of M. de +Monte Cristo that you must demand an explanation." Albert +turned. "Sir," said he to Danglars, "understand that I do +not take a final leave of you; I must ascertain if your +insinuations are just, and am going now to inquire of the +Count of Monte Cristo." He bowed to the banker, and went out +with Beauchamp, without appearing to notice Cavalcanti. +Danglars accompanied him to the door, where he again assured +Albert that no motive of personal hatred had influenced him +against the Count of Morcerf. + + + +Chapter 88 +The Insult. + +At the banker's door Beauchamp stopped Morcerf. "Listen," +said he; "just now I told you it was of M. de Monte Cristo +you must demand an explanation." + +"Yes; and we are going to his house." + +"Reflect, Morcerf, one moment before you go." + +"On what shall I reflect?" + +"On the importance of the step you are taking." + +"Is it more serious than going to M. Danglars?" + +"Yes; M. Danglars is a money-lover, and those who love +money, you know, think too much of what they risk to be +easily induced to fight a duel. The other is, on the +contrary, to all appearance a true nobleman; but do you not +fear to find him a bully?" + +"I only fear one thing; namely, to find a man who will not +fight." + +"Do not be alarmed," said Beauchamp; "he will meet you. My +only fear is that he will be too strong for you." + +"My friend," said Morcerf, with a sweet smile, "that is what +I wish. The happiest thing that could occur to me, would be +to die in my father's stead; that would save us all." + +"Your mother would die of grief." + +"My poor mother!" said Albert, passing his hand across his +eyes, "I know she would; but better so than die of shame." + +"Are you quite decided, Albert?" + +"Yes; let us go." + +"But do you think we shall find the count at home?" + +"He intended returning some hours after me, and doubtless he +is now at home." They ordered the driver to take them to No. +30 Champs-Elysees. Beauchamp wished to go in alone, but +Albert observed that as this was an unusual circumstance he +might be allowed to deviate from the usual etiquette in +affairs of honor. The cause which the young man espoused was +one so sacred that Beauchamp had only to comply with all his +wishes; he yielded and contented himself with following +Morcerf. Albert sprang from the porter's lodge to the steps. +He was received by Baptistin. The count had, indeed, just +arrived, but he was in his bath, and had forbidden that any +one should be admitted. "But after his bath?" asked Morcerf. + +"My master will go to dinner." + +"And after dinner?" + +"He will sleep an hour." + +"Then?" + +"He is going to the opera." + +"Are you sure of it?" asked Albert. + +"Quite, sir; my master has ordered his horses at eight +o'clock precisely." + +"Very good," replied Albert; "that is all I wished to know." +Then, turning towards Beauchamp, "If you have anything to +attend to, Beauchamp, do it directly; if you have any +appointment for this evening, defer it till tomorrow. I +depend on you to accompany me to the opera; and if you can, +bring Chateau-Renaud with you." + +Beauchamp availed himself of Albert's permission, and left +him, promising to call for him at a quarter before eight. On +his return home, Albert expressed his wish to Franz Debray, +and Morrel, to see them at the opera that evening. Then he +went to see his mother, who since the events of the day +before had refused to see any one, and had kept her room. He +found her in bed, overwhelmed with grief at this public +humiliation. The sight of Albert produced the effect which +might naturally be expected on Mercedes; she pressed her +son's hand and sobbed aloud, but her tears relieved her. +Albert stood one moment speechless by the side of his +mother's bed. It was evident from his pale face and knit +brows that his resolution to revenge himself was growing +weaker. "My dear mother," said he, "do you know if M. de +Morcerf has any enemy?" Mercedes started; she noticed that +the young man did not say "my father." "My son," she said, +"persons in the count's situation have many secret enemies. +Those who are known are not the most dangerous." + +"I know it, and appeal to your penetration. You are of so +superior a mind, nothing escapes you." + +"Why do you say so?" + +"Because, for instance, you noticed on the evening of the +ball we gave, that M. de Monte Cristo would eat nothing in +our house." Mercedes raised herself on her feverish arm. "M. +de Monte Cristo!" she exclaimed; "and how is he connected +with the question you asked me?" + +"You know, mother, M. de Monte Cristo is almost an Oriental, +and it is customary with the Orientals to secure full +liberty for revenge by not eating or drinking in the houses +of their enemies." + +"Do you say M. de Monte Cristo is our enemy?" replied +Mercedes, becoming paler than the sheet which covered her. +"Who told you so? Why, you are mad, Albert! M. de Monte +Cristo has only shown us kindness. M. de Monte Cristo saved +your life; you yourself presented him to us. Oh, I entreat +you, my son, if you had entertained such an idea, dispel it; +and my counsel to you -- nay, my prayer -- is to retain his +friendship." + +"Mother," replied the young man, "you have especial reasons +for telling me to conciliate that man." + +"I?" said Mercedes, blushing as rapidly as she had turned +pale, and again becoming paler than ever. + +"Yes, doubtless; and is it not that he may never do us any +harm?" Mercedes shuddered, and, fixing on her son a +scrutinizing gaze, "You speak strangely," said she to +Albert, "and you appear to have some singular prejudices. +What has the count done? Three days since you were with him +in Normandy; only three days since we looked on him as our +best friend." + +An ironical smile passed over Albert's lips. Mercedes saw it +and with the double instinct of woman and mother guessed +all; but as she was prudent and strong-minded she concealed +both her sorrows and her fears. Albert was silent; an +instant after, the countess resumed: "You came to inquire +after my health; I will candidly acknowledge that I am not +well. You should install yourself here, and cheer my +solitude. I do not wish to be left alone." + +"Mother," said the young man, "you know how gladly I would +obey your wish, but an urgent and important affair obliges +me to leave you for the whole evening." + +"Well," replied Mercedes, sighing, "go, Albert; I will not +make you a slave to your filial piety." Albert pretended he +did not hear, bowed to his mother, and quitted her. Scarcely +had he shut her door, when Mercedes called a confidential +servant, and ordered him to follow Albert wherever he should +go that evening, and to come and tell her immediately what +he observed. Then she rang for her lady's maid, and, weak as +she was, she dressed, in order to be ready for whatever +might happen. The footman's mission was an easy one. Albert +went to his room, and dressed with unusual care. At ten +minutes to eight Beauchamp arrived; he had seen +Chateau-Renaud, who had promised to be in the orchestra +before the curtain was raised. Both got into Albert's coupe; +and, as the young man had no reason to conceal where he was +going, he called aloud, "To the opera." In his impatience he +arrived before the beginning of the performance. + +Chateau-Renaud was at his post; apprised by Beauchamp of the +circumstances, he required no explanation from Albert. The +conduct of the son in seeking to avenge his father was so +natural that Chateau-Renaud did not seek to dissuade him, +and was content with renewing his assurances of devotion. +Debray was not yet come, but Albert knew that he seldom lost +a scene at the opera. Albert wandered about the theatre +until the curtain was drawn up. He hoped to meet with M. de +Monte Cristo either in the lobby or on the stairs. The bell +summoned him to his seat, and he entered the orchestra with +Chateau-Renaud and Beauchamp. But his eyes scarcely quitted +the box between the columns, which remained obstinately +closed during the whole of the first act. At last, as Albert +was looking at his watch for about the hundredth time, at +the beginning of the second act the door opened, and Monte +Cristo entered, dressed in black, and, leaning over the +front of the box, looked around the pit. Morrel followed +him, and looked also for his sister and brother in-law; he +soon discovered them in another box, and kissed his hand to +them. + +The count, in his survey of the pit, encountered a pale face +and threatening eyes, which evidently sought to gain his +attention. He recognized Albert, but thought it better not +to notice him, as he looked so angry and discomposed. +Without communicating his thoughts to his companion, he sat +down, drew out his opera-glass, and looked another way. +Although apparently not noticing Albert, he did not, +however, lose sight of him, and when the curtain fell at the +end of the second act, he saw him leave the orchestra with +his two friends. Then his head was seen passing at the back +of the boxes, and the count knew that the approaching storm +was intended to fall on him. He was at the moment conversing +cheerfully with Morrel, but he was well prepared for what +might happen. The door opened, and Monte Cristo, turning +round, saw Albert, pale and trembling, followed by Beauchamp +and Chateau-Renaud. + +"Well," cried he, with that benevolent politeness which +distinguished his salutation from the common civilities of +the world, "my cavalier has attained his object. +Good-evening, M. de Morcerf." The countenance of this man, +who possessed such extraordinary control over his feelings, +expressed the most perfect cordiality. Morrel only then +recollected the letter he had received from the viscount, in +which, without assigning any reason, he begged him to go to +the opera, but he understood that something terrible was +brooding. + +"We are not come here, sir, to exchange hypocritical +expressions of politeness, or false professions of +friendship," said Albert, "but to demand an explanation." +The young man's trembling voice was scarcely audible. "An +explanation at the opera?" said the count, with that calm +tone and penetrating eye which characterize the man who +knows his cause is good. "Little acquainted as I am with the +habits of Parisians, I should not have thought this the +place for such a demand." + +"Still, if people will shut themselves up," said Albert, +"and cannot be seen because they are bathing, dining, or +asleep, we must avail ourselves of the opportunity whenever +they are to be seen." + +"I am not difficult of access, sir; for yesterday, if my +memory does not deceive me, you were at my house." + +"Yesterday I was at your house, sir," said the young man; +"because then I knew not who you were." In pronouncing these +words Albert had raised his voice so as to be heard by those +in the adjoining boxes and in the lobby. Thus the attention +of many was attracted by this altercation. "Where are you +come from, sir? You do not appear to be in the possession of +your senses." + +"Provided I understand your perfidy, sir, and succeed in +making you understand that I will be revenged, I shall be +reasonable enough," said Albert furiously. + +"I do not understand you, sir," replied Monte Cristo; "and +if I did, your tone is too high. I am at home here, and I +alone have a right to raise my voice above another's. Leave +the box, sir!" Monte Cristo pointed towards the door with +the most commanding dignity. "Ah, I shall know how to make +you leave your home!" replied Albert, clasping in his +convulsed grasp the glove, which Monte Cristo did not lose +sight of. + +"Well, well," said Monte Cristo quietly, "I see you wish to +quarrel with me; but I would give you one piece of advice, +which you will do well to keep in mind. It is in poor taste +to make a display of a challenge. Display is not becoming to +every one, M. de Morcerf." + +At this name a murmur of astonishment passed around the +group of spectators of this scene. They had talked of no one +but Morcerf the whole day. Albert understood the allusion in +a moment, and was about to throw his glove at the count, +when Morrel seized his hand, while Beauchamp and +Chateau-Renaud, fearing the scene would surpass the limits +of a challenge, held him back. But Monte Cristo, without +rising, and leaning forward in his chair, merely stretched +out his arm and, taking the damp, crushed glove from the +clinched hand of the young man, "Sir," said he in a solemn +tone, "I consider your glove thrown, and will return it to +you wrapped around a bullet. Now leave me or I will summon +my servants to throw you out at the door." + +Wild, almost unconscious, and with eyes inflamed, Albert +stepped back, and Morrel closed the door. Monte Cristo took +up his glass again as if nothing had happened; his face was +like marble, and his heart was like bronze. Morrel +whispered, "What have you done to him?" + +"I? Nothing -- at least personally," said Monte Cristo. + +"But there must be some cause for this strange scene." + +"The Count of Morcerf's adventure exasperates the young +man." + +"Have you anything to do with it?" + +"It was through Haidee that the Chamber was informed of his +father's treason." + +"Indeed?" said Morrel. "I had been told, but would not +credit it, that the Grecian slave I have seen with you here +in this very box was the daughter of Ali Pasha." + +"It is true, nevertheless." + +"Then," said Morrel, "I understand it all, and this scene +was premeditated." + +"How so?" + +"Yes. Albert wrote to request me to come to the opera, +doubtless that I might be a witness to the insult he meant +to offer you." + +"Probably," said Monte Cristo with his imperturbable +tranquillity. + +"But what shall you do with him?" + +"With whom?" + +"With Albert." + +"What shall I do with Albert? As certainly, Maximilian, as I +now press your hand, I shall kill him before ten o'clock +to-morrow morning." Morrel, in his turn, took Monte Cristo's +hand in both of his, and he shuddered to feel how cold and +steady it was. + +"Ah, Count," said he, "his father loves him so much!" + +"Do not speak to me of that," said Monte Cristo, with the +first movement of anger he had betrayed; "I will make him +suffer." Morrel, amazed, let fall Monte Cristo's hand. +"Count, count!" said he. + +"Dear Maximilian," interrupted the count, "listen how +adorably Duprez is singing that line, -- + +`O Mathilde! idole de mon ame!' + +"I was the first to discover Duprez at Naples, and the first +to applaud him. Bravo, bravo!" Morrel saw it was useless to +say more, and refrained. The curtain, which had risen at the +close of the scene with Albert, again fell, and a rap was +heard at the door. + +"Come in," said Monte Cristo with a voice that betrayed not +the least emotion; and immediately Beauchamp appeared. +"Good-evening, M. Beauchamp," said Monte Cristo, as if this +was the first time he had seen the journalist that evening; +"be seated." + +Beauchamp bowed, and, sitting down, "Sir," said he, "I just +now accompanied M. de Morcerf, as you saw." + +"And that means," replied Monte Cristo, laughing, "that you +had, probably, just dined together. I am happy to see, M. +Beauchamp, that you are more sober than he was." + +"Sir," said M. Beauchamp, "Albert was wrong, I acknowledge, +to betray so much anger, and I come, on my own account, to +apologize for him. And having done so, entirely on my own +account, be it understood, I would add that I believe you +too gentlemanly to refuse giving him some explanation +concerning your connection with Yanina. Then I will add two +words about the young Greek girl." Monte Cristo motioned him +to be silent. "Come," said he, laughing, "there are all my +hopes about to be destroyed." + +"How so?" asked Beauchamp. + +"Doubtless you wish to make me appear a very eccentric +character. I am, in your opinion, a Lara, a Manfred, a Lord +Ruthven; then, just as I am arriving at the climax, you +defeat your own end, and seek to make an ordinary man of me. +You bring me down to your own level, and demand +explanations! Indeed, M. Beauchamp, it is quite laughable." + +"Yet," replied Beauchamp haughtily, "there are occasions +when probity commands" -- + +"M. Beauchamp," interposed this strange man, "the Count of +Monte Cristo bows to none but the Count of Monte Cristo +himself. Say no more, I entreat you. I do what I please, M. +Beauchamp, and it is always well done." + +"Sir," replied the young man, "honest men are not to be paid +with such coin. I require honorable guaranties." + +"I am, sir, a living guaranty," replied Monte Cristo, +motionless, but with a threatening look; "we have both blood +in our veins which we wish to shed -- that is our mutual +guaranty. Tell the viscount so, and that to-morrow, before +ten o'clock, I shall see what color his is." + +"Then I have only to make arrangements for the duel," said +Beauchamp. + +"It is quite immaterial to me," said Monte Cristo, "and it +was very unnecessary to disturb me at the opera for such a +trifle. In France people fight with the sword or pistol, in +the colonies with the carbine, in Arabia with the dagger. +Tell your client that, although I am the insulted party, in +order to carry out my eccentricity, I leave him the choice +of arms, and will accept without discussion, without +dispute, anything, even combat by drawing lots, which is +always stupid, but with me different from other people, as I +am sure to gain." + +"Sure to gain!" repeated Beauchamp, looking with amazement +at the count. + +"Certainly," said Monte Cristo, slightly shrugging his +shoulders; "otherwise I would not fight with M. de Morcerf. +I shall kill him -- I cannot help it. Only by a single line +this evening at my house let me know the arms and the hour; +I do not like to be kept waiting." + +"Pistols, then, at eight o'clock, in the Bois de Vincennes," +said Beauchamp, quite disconcerted, not knowing if he was +dealing with an arrogant braggadocio or a supernatural +being. + +"Very well, sir," said Monte Cristo. "Now all that is +settled, do let me see the performance, and tell your friend +Albert not to come any more this evening; he will hurt +himself with all his ill-chosen barbarisms: let him go home +and go to sleep." Beauchamp left the box, perfectly amazed. +"Now," said Monte Cristo, turning towards Morrel, "I may +depend upon you, may I not?" + +"Certainly," said Morrel, "I am at your service, count; +still" -- + +"What?" + +"It is desirable I should know the real cause." + +"That is to say, you would rather not?" + +"No." + +"The young man himself is acting blindfolded, and knows not +the true cause, which is known only to God and to me; but I +give you my word, Morrel, that God, who does know it, will +be on our side." + +"Enough," said Morrel; "who is your second witness?" + +"I know no one in Paris, Morrel, on whom I could confer that +honor besides you and your brother Emmanuel. Do you think +Emmanuel would oblige me?" + +"I will answer for him, count." + +"Well? that is all I require. To-morrow morning, at seven +o'clock, you will be with me, will you not?" + +"We will." + +"Hush, the curtain is rising. Listen! I never lose a note of +this opera if I can avoid it; the music of William Tell is +so sweet." + + + +Chapter 89 +A Nocturnal Interview. + +Monte Cristo waited, according to his usual custom, until +Duprez had sung his famous "Suivez-moi;" then he rose and +went out. Morrel took leave of him at the door, renewing his +promise to be with him the next morning at seven o'clock, +and to bring Emmanuel. Then he stepped into his coupe, calm +and smiling, and was at home in five minutes. No one who +knew the count could mistake his expression when, on +entering, he said, "Ali, bring me my pistols with the ivory +cross." + +Ali brought the box to his master, who examined the weapons +with a solicitude very natural to a man who is about to +intrust his life to a little powder and shot. These were +pistols of an especial pattern, which Monte Cristo had had +made for target practice in his own room. A cap was +sufficient to drive out the bullet, and from the adjoining +room no one would have suspected that the count was, as +sportsmen would say, keeping his hand in. He was just taking +one up and looking for the point to aim at on a little iron +plate which served him as a target, when his study door +opened, and Baptistin entered. Before he had spoken a word, +the count saw in the next room a veiled woman, who had +followed closely after Baptistin, and now, seeing the count +with a pistol in his hand and swords on the table, rushed +in. Baptistin looked at his master, who made a sign to him, +and he went out, closing the door after him. "Who are you, +madame?" said the count to the veiled woman. + +The stranger cast one look around her, to be certain that +they were quite alone; then bending as if she would have +knelt, and joining her hands, she said with an accent of +despair, "Edmond, you will not kill my son?" The count +retreated a step, uttered a slight exclamation, and let fall +the pistol he held. "What name did you pronounce then, +Madame de Morcerf?" said he. "Yours!" cried she, throwing +back her veil, -- "yours, which I alone, perhaps, have not +forgotten. Edmond, it is not Madame de Morcerf who is come +to you, it is Mercedes." + +"Mercedes is dead, madame," said Monte Cristo; "I know no +one now of that name." + +"Mercedes lives, sir, and she remembers, for she alone +recognized you when she saw you, and even before she saw +you, by your voice, Edmond, -- by the simple sound of your +voice; and from that moment she has followed your steps, +watched you, feared you, and she needs not to inquire what +hand has dealt the blow which now strikes M. de Morcerf." + +"Fernand, do you mean?" replied Monte Cristo, with bitter +irony; "since we are recalling names, let us remember them +all." Monte Cristo had pronounced the name of Fernand with +such an expression of hatred that Mercedes felt a thrill of +horror run through every vein. "You see, Edmond, I am not +mistaken, and have cause to say, `Spare my son!'" + +"And who told you, madame, that I have any hostile +intentions against your son?" + +"No one, in truth; but a mother has twofold sight. I guessed +all; I followed him this evening to the opera, and, +concealed in a parquet box, have seen all." + +"If you have seen all, madame, you know that the son of +Fernand has publicly insulted me," said Monte Cristo with +awful calmness. + +"Oh, for pity's sake!" + +"You have seen that he would have thrown his glove in my +face if Morrel, one of my friends, had not stopped him." + +"Listen to me, my son has also guessed who you are, -- he +attributes his father's misfortunes to you." + +"Madame, you are mistaken, they are not misfortunes, -- it +is a punishment. It is not I who strike M. de Morcerf; it is +providence which punishes him." + +"And why do you represent providence?" cried Mercedes. "Why +do you remember when it forgets? What are Yanina and its +vizier to you, Edmond? What injury his Fernand Mondego done +you in betraying Ali Tepelini?" + +"Ah, madame," replied Monte Cristo, "all this is an affair +between the French captain and the daughter of Vasiliki. It +does not concern me, you are right; and if I have sworn to +revenge myself, it is not on the French captain, or the +Count of Morcerf, but on the fisherman Fernand, the husband +of Mercedes the Catalane." + +"Ah, sir!" cried the countess, "how terrible a vengeance for +a fault which fatality made me commit! -- for I am the only +culprit, Edmond, and if you owe revenge to any one, it is to +me, who had not fortitude to bear your absence and my +solitude." + +"But," exclaimed Monte Cristo, "why was I absent? And why +were you alone?" + +"Because you had been arrested, Edmond, and were a +prisoner." + +"And why was I arrested? Why was I a prisoner?" + +"I do not know," said Mercedes. "You do not, madame; at +least, I hope not. But I will tell you. I was arrested and +became a prisoner because, under the arbor of La Reserve, +the day before I was to marry you, a man named Danglars +wrote this letter, which the fisherman Fernand himself +posted." Monte Cristo went to a secretary, opened a drawer +by a spring, from which he took a paper which had lost its +original color, and the ink of which had become of a rusty +hue -- this he placed in the hands of Mercedes. It was +Danglars' letter to the king's attorney, which the Count of +Monte Cristo, disguised as a clerk from the house of Thomson +& French, had taken from the file against Edmond Dantes, on +the day he had paid the two hundred thousand francs to M. de +Boville. Mercedes read with terror the following lines: -- + +"The king's attorney is informed by a friend to the throne +and religion that one Edmond Dantes, second in command on +board the Pharaon, this day arrived from Smyrna, after +having touched at Naples and Porto-Ferrajo, is the bearer of +a letter from Murat to the usurper, and 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 possession of either father +or son, then it will assuredly be discovered in the cabin +belonging to the said Dantes on board the Pharaon." + +"How dreadful!" said Mercedes, passing her hand across her +brow, moist with perspiration; "and that letter" -- + +"I bought it for two hundred thousand francs, madame," said +Monte Cristo; "but that is a trifle, since it enables me to +justify myself to you." + +"And the result of that letter" -- + +"You well know, madame, was my arrest; but you do not know +how long that arrest lasted. You do not know that I remained +for fourteen years within a quarter of a league of you, in a +dungeon in the Chateau d'If. You do not know that every day +of those fourteen years I renewed the vow of vengeance which +I had made the first day; and yet I was not aware that you +had married Fernand, my calumniator, and that my father had +died of hunger!" + +"Can it be?" cried Mercedes, shuddering. + +"That is what I heard on leaving my prison fourteen years +after I had entered it; and that is why, on account of the +living Mercedes and my deceased father, I have sworn to +revenge myself on Fernand, and -- I have revenged myself." + +"And you are sure the unhappy Fernand did that?" + +"I am satisfied, madame, that he did what I have told you; +besides, that is not much more odious than that a Frenchman +by adoption should pass over to the English; that a Spaniard +by birth should have fought against the Spaniards; that a +stipendiary of Ali should have betrayed and murdered Ali. +Compared with such things, what is the letter you have just +read? -- a lover's deception, which the woman who has +married that man ought certainly to forgive; but not so the +lover who was to have married her. Well, the French did not +avenge themselves on the traitor, the Spaniards did not +shoot the traitor, Ali in his tomb left the traitor +unpunished; but I, betrayed, sacrificed, buried, have risen +from my tomb, by the grace of God, to punish that man. He +sends me for that purpose, and here I am." The poor woman's +head and arms fell; her legs bent under her, and she fell on +her knees. "Forgive, Edmond, forgive for my sake, who love +you still!" + +The dignity of the wife checked the fervor of the lover and +the mother. Her forehead almost touched the carpet, when the +count sprang forward and raised her. Then seated on a chair, +she looked at the manly countenance of Monte Cristo, on +which grief and hatred still impressed a threatening +expression. "Not crush that accursed race?" murmured he; +"abandon my purpose at the moment of its accomplishment? +Impossible, madame, impossible!" + +"Edmond," said the poor mother, who tried every means, "when +I call you Edmond, why do you not call me Mercedes?" + +"Mercedes!" repeated Monte Cristo; "Mercedes! Well yes, you +are right; that name has still its charms, and this is the +first time for a long period that I have pronounced it so +distinctly. Oh, Mercedes, I have uttered your name with the +sigh of melancholy, with the groan of sorrow, with the last +effort of despair; I have uttered it when frozen with cold, +crouched on the straw in my dungeon; I have uttered it, +consumed with heat, rolling on the stone floor of my prison. +Mercedes, I must revenge myself, for I suffered fourteen +years, -- fourteen years I wept, I cursed; now I tell you, +Mercedes, I must revenge myself." + +The count, fearing to yield to the entreaties of her he had +so ardently loved, called his sufferings to the assistance +of his hatred. "Revenge yourself, then, Edmond," cried the +poor mother; "but let your vengeance fall on the culprits, +-- on him, on me, but not on my son!" + +"It is written in the good book," said Monte Cristo, "that +the sins of the fathers shall fall upon their children to +the third and fourth generation. Since God himself dictated +those words to his prophet, why should I seek to make myself +better than God?" + +"Edmond," continued Mercedes, with her arms extended towards +the count, "since I first knew you, I have adored your name, +have respected your memory. Edmond, my friend, do not compel +me to tarnish that noble and pure image reflected +incessantly on the mirror of my heart. Edmond, if you knew +all the prayers I have addressed to God for you while I +thought you were living and since I have thought you must be +dead! Yes, dead, alas! I imagined your dead body buried at +the foot of some gloomy tower, or cast to the bottom of a +pit by hateful jailers, and I wept! What could I do for you, +Edmond, besides pray and weep? Listen; for ten years I +dreamed each night the same dream. I had been told that you +had endeavored to escape; that you had taken the place of +another prisoner; that you had slipped into the winding +sheet of a dead body; that you had been thrown alive from +the top of the Chateau d'If, and that the cry you uttered as +you dashed upon the rocks first revealed to your jailers +that they were your murderers. Well, Edmond, I swear to you, +by the head of that son for whom I entreat your pity, -- +Edmond, for ten years I saw every night every detail of that +frightful tragedy, and for ten years I heard every night the +cry which awoke me, shuddering and cold. And I, too, Edmond +-- oh! believe me -- guilty as I was -- oh, yes, I, too, +have suffered much!" + +"Have you known what it is to have your father starve to +death in your absence?" cried Monte Cristo, thrusting his +hands into his hair; "have you seen the woman you loved +giving her hand to your rival, while you were perishing at +the bottom of a dungeon?" + +"No," interrupted Mercedes, "but I have seen him whom I +loved on the point of murdering my son." Mercedes uttered +these words with such deep anguish, with an accent of such +intense despair, that Monte Cristo could not restrain a sob. +The lion was daunted; the avenger was conquered. "What do +you ask of me?" said he, -- "your son's life? Well, he shall +live!" Mercedes uttered a cry which made the tears start +from Monte Cristo's eyes; but these tears disappeared almost +instantaneously, for, doubtless, God had sent some angel to +collect them -- far more precious were they in his eyes than +the richest pearls of Guzerat and Ophir. + +"Oh," said she, seizing the count's hand and raising it to +her lips; "oh, thank you, thank you, Edmond! Now you are +exactly what I dreamt you were, -- the man I always loved. +Oh, now I may say so!" + +"So much the better," replied Monte Cristo; "as that poor +Edmond will not have long to be loved by you. Death is about +to return to the tomb, the phantom to retire in darkness." + +"What do you say, Edmond?" + +"I say, since you command me, Mercedes, I must die." + +"Die? and why so? Who talks of dying? Whence have you these +ideas of death?" + +"You do not suppose that, publicly outraged in the face of a +whole theatre, in the presence of your friends and those of +your son -- challenged by a boy who will glory in my +forgiveness as if it were a victory -- you do not suppose +that I can for one moment wish to live. What I most loved +after you, Mercedes, was myself, my dignity, and that +strength which rendered me superior to other men; that +strength was my life. With one word you have crushed it, and +I die." + +"But the duel will not take place, Edmond, since you +forgive?" + +"It will take place," said Monte Cristo, in a most solemn +tone; "but instead of your son's blood to stain the ground, +mine will flow." Mercedes shrieked, and sprang towards Monte +Cristo, but, suddenly stopping, "Edmond," said she, "there +is a God above us, since you live and since I have seen you +again; I trust to him from my heart. While waiting his +assistance I trust to your word; you have said that my son +should live, have you not?" + +"Yes, madame, he shall live," said Monte Cristo, surprised +that without more emotion Mercedes had accepted the heroic +sacrifice he made for her. Mercedes extended her hand to the +count. + +"Edmond," said she, and her eyes were wet with tears while +looking at him to whom she spoke, "how noble it is of you, +how great the action you have just performed, how sublime to +have taken pity on a poor woman who appealed to you with +every chance against her, Alas, I am grown old with grief +more than with years, and cannot now remind my Edmond by a +smile, or by a look, of that Mercedes whom he once spent so +many hours in contemplating. Ah, believe me, Edmond, as I +told you, I too have suffered much; I repeat, it is +melancholy to pass one's life without having one joy to +recall, without preserving a single hope; but that proves +that all is not yet over. No, it is not finished; I feel it +by what remains in my heart. Oh, I repeat it, Edmond; what +you have just done is beautiful -- it is grand; it is +sublime." + +"Do you say so now, Mercedes? -- then what would you say if +you knew the extent of the sacrifice I make to you? Suppose +that the Supreme Being, after having created the world and +fertilized chaos, had paused in the work to spare an angel +the tears that might one day flow for mortal sins from her +immortal eyes; suppose that when everything was in readiness +and the moment had come for God to look upon his work and +see that it was good -- suppose he had snuffed out the sun +and tossed the world back into eternal night -- then -- even +then, Mercedes, you could not imagine what I lose in +sacrificing my life at this moment." Mercedes looked at the +count in a way which expressed at the same time her +astonishment, her admiration, and her gratitude. Monte +Cristo pressed his forehead on his burning hands, as if his +brain could no longer bear alone the weight of its thoughts. +"Edmond," said Mercedes, "I have but one word more to say to +you." The count smiled bitterly. "Edmond," continued she, +"you will see that if my face is pale, if my eyes are dull, +if my beauty is gone; if Mercedes, in short, no longer +resembles her former self in her features, you will see that +her heart is still the same. Adieu, then, Edmond; I have +nothing more to ask of heaven -- I have seen you again, and +have found you as noble and as great as formerly you were. +Adieu, Edmond, adieu, and thank you." + +But the count did not answer. Mercedes opened the door of +the study and had disappeared before he had recovered from +the painful and profound revery into which his thwarted +vengeance had plunged him. The clock of the Invalides struck +one when the carriage which conveyed Madame de Morcerf away +rolled on the pavement of the Champs-Elysees, and made Monte +Cristo raise his head. "What a fool I was," said he, "not to +tear my heart out on the day when I resolved to avenge +myself!" + + + +Chapter 90 +The Meeting. + +After Mercedes had left Monte Cristo, he fell into profound +gloom. Around him and within him the flight of thought +seemed to have stopped; his energetic mind slumbered, as the +body does after extreme fatigue. "What?" said he to himself, +while the lamp and the wax lights were nearly burnt out, and +the servants were waiting impatiently in the anteroom; +"what? this edifice which I have been so long preparing, +which I have reared with so much care and toil, is to be +crushed by a single touch, a word, a breath! Yes, this self, +of whom I thought so much, of whom I was so proud, who had +appeared so worthless in the dungeons of the Chateau d'If, +and whom I had succeeded in making so great, will be but a +lump of clay to-morrow. Alas, it is not the death of the +body I regret; for is not the destruction of the vital +principle, the repose to which everything is tending, to +which every unhappy being aspires, -- is not this the repose +of matter after which I so long sighed, and which I was +seeking to attain by the painful process of starvation when +Faria appeared in my dungeon? What is death for me? One step +farther into rest, -- two, perhaps, into silence. + +"No, it is not existence, then, that I regret, but the ruin +of projects so slowly carried out, so laboriously framed. +Providence is now opposed to them, when I most thought it +would be propitious. It is not God's will that they should +be accomplished. This burden, almost as heavy as a world, +which I had raised, and I had thought to bear to the end, +was too great for my strength, and I was compelled to lay it +down in the middle of my career. Oh, shall I then, again +become a fatalist, whom fourteen years of despair and ten of +hope had rendered a believer in providence? And all this -- +all this, because my heart, which I thought dead, was only +sleeping; because it has awakened and has begun to beat +again, because I have yielded to the pain of the emotion +excited in my breast by a woman's voice. Yet," continued the +count, becoming each moment more absorbed in the +anticipation of the dreadful sacrifice for the morrow, which +Mercedes had accepted, "yet, it is impossible that so +noble-minded a woman should thus through selfishness consent +to my death when I am in the prime of life and strength; it +is impossible that she can carry to such a point maternal +love, or rather delirium. There are virtues which become +crimes by exaggeration. No, she must have conceived some +pathetic scene; she will come and throw herself between us; +and what would be sublime here will there appear +ridiculous." The blush of pride mounted to the count's +forehead as this thought passed through his mind. +"Ridiculous?" repeated he; "and the ridicule will fall on +me. I ridiculous? No, I would rather die." + +By thus exaggerating to his own mind the anticipated +ill-fortune of the next day, to which he had condemned +himself by promising Mercedes to spare her son, the count at +last exclaimed, "Folly, folly, folly! -- to carry generosity +so far as to put myself up as a mark for that young man to +aim at. He will never believe that my death was suicide; and +yet it is important for the honor of my memory, -- and this +surely is not vanity, but a justifiable pride, -- it is +important the world should know that I have consented, by my +free will, to stop my arm, already raised to strike, and +that with the arm which has been so powerful against others +I have struck myself. It must be; it shall be." + +Seizing a pen, he drew a paper from a secret drawer in his +desk, and wrote at the bottom of the document (which was no +other than his will, made since his arrival in Paris) a sort +of codicil, clearly explaining the nature of his death. "I +do this, O my God," said he, with his eyes raised to heaven, +"as much for thy honor as for mine. I have during ten years +considered myself the agent of thy vengeance, and other +wretches, like Morcerf, Danglars, Villefort, even Morcerf +himself, must not imagine that chance has freed them from +their enemy. Let them know, on the contrary, that their +punishment, which had been decreed by providence, is only +delayed by my present determination, and although they +escape it in this world, it awaits them in another, and that +they are only exchanging time for eternity." + +While he was thus agitated by gloomy uncertainties, -- +wretched waking dreams of grief, -- the first rays of +morning pierced his windows, and shone upon the pale blue +paper on which he had just inscribed his justification of +providence. It was just five o'clock in the morning when a +slight noise like a stifled sigh reached his ear. He turned +his head, looked around him, and saw no one; but the sound +was repeated distinctly enough to convince him of its +reality. + +He arose, and quietly opening the door of the drawing-room, +saw Haidee, who had fallen on a chair, with her arms hanging +down and her beautiful head thrown back. She had been +standing at the door, to prevent his going out without +seeing her, until sleep, which the young cannot resist, had +overpowered her frame, wearied as she was with watching. The +noise of the door did not awaken her, and Monte Cristo gazed +at her with affectionate regret. "She remembered that she +had a son," said he; "and I forgot I had a daughter." Then, +shaking his head sorrowfully, "Poor Haidee," said he; "she +wished to see me, to speak to me; she has feared or guessed +something. Oh, I cannot go without taking leave of her; I +cannot die without confiding her to some one." He quietly +regained his seat, and wrote under the other lines: -- + +"I bequeath to Maximilian Morrel, captain of Spahis, -- and +son of my former patron, Pierre Morrel, shipowner at +Marseilles, -- the sum of twenty millions, a part of which +may be offered to his sister Julia and brother-in-law +Emmanuel, if he does not fear this increase of fortune may +mar their happiness. These twenty millions are concealed in +my grotto at Monte Cristo, of which Bertuccio knows the +secret. If his heart is free, and he will marry Haidee, the +daughter of Ali Pasha of Yanina, whom I have brought up with +the love of a father, and who has shown the love and +tenderness of a daughter for me, he will thus accomplish my +last wish. This will has already constituted Haidee heiress +of the rest of my fortune, consisting of lands, funds in +England, Austria, and Holland, furniture in my different +palaces and houses, and which without the twenty millions +and the legacies to my servants, may still amount to sixty +millions." + +He was finishing the last line when a cry behind him made +him start, and the pen fell from his hand. "Haidee," said +he. "did you read it?" + +"Oh, my lord," said she, "why are you writing thus at such +an hour? Why are you bequeathing all your fortune to me? Are +you going to leave me?" + +"I am going on a journey, dear child," said Monte Cristo, +with an expression of infinite tenderness and melancholy; +"and if any misfortune should happen to me" + +The count stopped. "Well?" asked the young girl, with an +authoritative tone the count had never observed before, and +which startled him. "Well, if any misfortune happen to me," +replied Monte Cristo, "I wish my daughter to be happy." +Haidee smiled sorrowfully, and shook her head. "Do you think +of dying, my lord?" said she. + +"The wise man, my child, has said, `It is good to think of +death.'" + +"Well, if you die," said she, "bequeath your fortune to +others, for if you die I shall require nothing;" and, taking +the paper, she tore it in four pieces, and threw it into the +middle of the room. Then, the effort having exhausted her +strength, she fell not asleep this time, but fainting on the +floor. The count leaned over her and raised her in his arms; +and seeing that sweet pale face, those lovely eyes closed, +that beautiful form motionless and to all appearance +lifeless, the idea occurred to him for the first time, that +perhaps she loved him otherwise than as a daughter loves a +father. + +"Alas," murmured he, with intense suffering, "I might, then, +have been happy yet." Then he carried Haidee to her room, +resigned her to the care of her attendants, and returning to +his study, which he shut quickly this time, he again copied +the destroyed will. As he was finishing, the sound of a +cabriolet entering the yard was heard. Monte Cristo +approached the window, and saw Maximilian and Emmanuel +alight. "Good," said he; "it was time," -- and he sealed his +will with three seals. A moment afterwards he heard a noise +in the drawing-room, and went to open the door himself. +Morrel was there; he had come twenty minutes before the time +appointed. "I am perhaps come too soon, count," said he, +"but I frankly acknowledge that I have not closed my eyes +all night, nor has any one in my house. I need to see you +strong in your courageous assurance, to recover myself." +Monte Cristo could not resist this proof of affection; he +not only extended his hand to the young man, but flew to him +with open arms. "Morrel," said he, "it is a happy day for +me, to feel that I am beloved by such a man as you. +Good-morning, Emmanuel; you will come with me then, +Maximilian?" + +"Did you doubt it?" said the young captain. + +"But if I were wrong" -- + +"I watched you during the whole scene of that challenge +yesterday; I have been thinking of your firmness all night, +and I said to myself that justice must be on your side, or +man's countenance is no longer to be relied on." + +"But, Morrel, Albert is your friend?" + +"Simply an acquaintance, sir." + +"You met on the same day you first saw me?" + +"Yes, that is true; but I should not have recollected it if +you had not reminded me." + +"Thank you, Morrel." Then ringing the bell once, "Look." +said he to Ali, who came immediately, "take that to my +solicitor. It is my will, Morrel. When I am dead, you will +go and examine it." + +"What?" said Morrel, "you dead?" + +"Yes; must I not be prepared for everything, dear friend? +But what did you do yesterday after you left me?" + +"I went to Tortoni's, where, as I expected, I found +Beauchamp and Chateau-Renaud. I own I was seeking them." + +"Why, when all was arranged?" + +"Listen, count; the affair is serious and unavoidable." + +"Did you doubt it!" + +"No; the offence was public, and every one is already +talking of it." + +"Well?" + +"Well, I hoped to get an exchange of arms, -- to substitute +the sword for the pistol; the pistol is blind." + +"Have you succeeded?" asked Monte Cristo quickly, with an +imperceptible gleam of hope. + +"No; for your skill with the sword is so well known." + +"Ah? -- who has betrayed me?" + +"The skilful swordsman whom you have conquered." + +"And you failed?" + +"They positively refused." + +"Morrel," said the count, "have you ever seen me fire a +pistol?" + +"Never." + +"Well, we have time; look." Monte Cristo took the pistols he +held in his hand when Mercedes entered, and fixing an ace of +clubs against the iron plate, with four shots he +successively shot off the four sides of the club. At each +shot Morrel turned pale. He examined the bullets with which +Monte Cristo performed this dexterous feat, and saw that +they were no larger than buckshot. "It is astonishing," said +he. "Look, Emmanuel." Then turning towards Monte Cristo, +"Count," said he, "in the name of all that is dear to you, I +entreat you not to kill Albert! -- the unhappy youth has a +mother." + +"You are right," said Monte Cristo; "and I have none." These +words were uttered in a tone which made Morrel shudder. "You +are the offended party, count." + +"Doubtless; what does that imply?" + +"That you will fire first." + +"I fire first?" + +"Oh, I obtained, or rather claimed that; we had conceded +enough for them to yield us that." + +"And at what distance?" + +"Twenty paces." A smile of terrible import passed over the +count's lips. "Morrel," said he, "do not forget what you +have just seen." + +"The only chance for Albert's safety, then, will arise from +your emotion." + +"I suffer from emotion?" said Monte Cristo. + +"Or from your generosity, my friend; to so good a marksman +as you are, I may say what would appear absurd to another." + +"What is that?" + +"Break his arm -- wound him -- but do not kill him." + +"I will tell you, Morrel," said the count, "that I do not +need entreating to spare the life of M. de Morcerf; he shall +be so well spared, that he will return quietly with his two +friends, while I" -- + +"And you?" + +"That will be another thing; I shall be brought home." + +"No, no," cried Maximilian, quite unable to restrain his +feelings. + +"As I told you, my dear Morrel, M. de Morcerf will kill me." +Morrel looked at him in utter amazement. "But what has +happened, then, since last evening, count?" + +"The same thing that happened to Brutus the night before the +battle of Philippi; I have seen a ghost." + +"And that ghost" -- + +"Told me, Morrel, that I had lived long enough." Maximilian +and Emmanuel looked at each other. Monte Cristo drew out his +watch. "Let us go," said he; "it is five minutes past seven, +and the appointment was for eight o'clock." A carriage was +in readiness at the door. Monte Cristo stepped into it with +his two friends. He had stopped a moment in the passage to +listen at a door, and Maximilian and Emmanuel, who had +considerately passed forward a few steps, thought they heard +him answer by a sigh to a sob from within. As the clock +struck eight they drove up to the place of meeting. "We are +first," said Morrel, looking out of the window. "Excuse me, +sir," said Baptistin, who had followed his master with +indescribable terror, "but I think I see a carriage down +there under the trees." + +Monte Cristo sprang lightly from the carriage, and offered +his hand to assist Emmanuel and Maximilian. The latter +retained the count's hand between his. "I like," said he, +"to feel a hand like this, when its owner relies on the +goodness of his cause." + +"It seems to me," said Emmanuel, "that I see two young men +down there, who are evidently, waiting." Monte Cristo drew +Morrel a step or two behind his brother-in-law. +"Maximilian," said he, "are your affections disengaged?" +Morrel looked at Monte Cristo with astonishment. "I do not +seek your confidence, my dear friend. I only ask you a +simple question; answer it; -- that is all I require." + +"I love a young girl, count." + +"Do you love her much?" + +"More than my life." + +"Another hope defeated!" said the count. Then, with a sigh, +"Poor Haidee!" murmured he. + +"To tell the truth, count, if I knew less of you, I should +think that you were less brave than you are." + +"Because I sigh when thinking of some one I am leaving? +Come, Morrel, it is not like a soldier to be so bad a judge +of courage. Do I regret life? What is it to me, who have +passed twenty years between life and death? Moreover, do not +alarm yourself, Morrel; this weakness, if it is such, is +betrayed to you alone. I know the world is a drawing-room, +from which we must retire politely and honestly; that is, +with a bow, and our debts of honor paid." + +"That is to the purpose. Have you brought your arms?" + +"I? -- what for? I hope these gentlemen have theirs." + +"I will inquire," said Morrel. + +"Do; but make no treaty -- you understand me?" + +"You need not fear." Morrel advanced towards Beauchamp and +Chateau-Renaud, who, seeing his intention, came to meet him. +The three young men bowed to each other courteously, if not +affably. + +"Excuse me, gentlemen," said Morrel, "but I do not see M. de +Morcerf." + +"He sent us word this morning," replied Chateau-Renaud, +"that he would meet us on the ground." + +"Ah," said Morrel. Beauchamp pulled out his watch. "It is +only five minutes past eight," said he to Morrel; "there is +not much time lost yet." + +"Oh, I made no allusion of that kind," replied Morrel. + +"There is a carriage coming," said Chateau-Renaud. It +advanced rapidly along one of the avenues leading towards +the open space where they were assembled. "You are doubtless +provided with pistols, gentlemen? M. de Monte Cristo yields +his right of using his." + +"We had anticipated this kindness on the part of the count," +said Beauchamp, "and I have brought some weapons which I +bought eight or ten days since, thinking to want them on a +similar occasion. They are quite new, and have not yet been +used. Will you examine them." + +"Oh, M. Beauchamp, if you assure me that M. de Morcerf does +not know these pistols, you may readily believe that your +word will be quite sufficient." + +"Gentlemen," said Chateau-Renaud, "it is not Morcerf coming +in that carriage; -- faith, it is Franz and Debray!" The two +young men he announced were indeed approaching. "What chance +brings you here, gentlemen?" said Chateau-Renaud, shaking +hands with each of them. "Because," said Debray, "Albert +sent this morning to request us to come." Beauchamp and +Chateau-Renaud exchanged looks of astonishment. "I think I +understand his reason," said Morrel. + +"What is it?" + +"Yesterday afternoon I received a letter from M. de Morcerf, +begging me to attend the opera." + +"And I," said Debray. + +"And I also," said Franz. + +"And we, too," added Beauchamp and Chateau-Renaud. + +"Having wished you all to witness the challenge, he now +wishes you to be present at the combat." + +"Exactly so," said the young men; "you have probably guessed +right." + +"But, after all these arrangements, he does not come +himself," said Chateau-Renaud. "Albert is ten minutes after +time." + +"There he comes," said Beauchamp, "on horseback, at full +gallop, followed by a servant." + +"How imprudent," said Chateau-Renaud, "to come on horseback +to fight a duel with pistols, after all the instructions I +had given him." + +"And besides," said Beauchamp, "with a collar above his +cravat, an open coat and white waistcoat! Why has he not +painted a spot upon his heart? -- it would have been more +simple." Meanwhile Albert had arrived within ten paces of +the group formed by the five young men. He jumped from his +horse, threw the bridle on his servant's arms, and joined +them. He was pale, and his eyes were red and swollen; it was +evident that he had not slept. A shade of melancholy gravity +overspread his countenance, which was not natural to him. "I +thank you, gentlemen," said he, "for having complied with my +request; I feel extremely grateful for this mark of +friendship." Morrel had stepped back as Morcerf approached, +and remained at a short distance. "And to you also, M. +Morrel, my thanks are due. Come, there cannot be too many." + +"Sir," said Maximilian, "you are not perhaps aware that I am +M. de Monte Cristo's friend?" + +"I was not sure, but I thought it might be so. So much the +better; the more honorable men there are here the better I +shall be satisfied." + +"M. Morrel," said Chateau-Renaud, "will you apprise the +Count of Monte Cristo that M. de Morcerf is arrived, and we +are at his disposal?" Morrel was preparing to fulfil his +commission. Beauchamp had meanwhile drawn the box of pistols +from the carriage. "Stop, gentlemen," said Albert; "I have +two words to say to the Count of Monte Cristo." + +"In private?" asked Morrel. + +"No, sir; before all who are here." + +Albert's witnesses looked at each other. Franz and Debray +exchanged some words in a whisper, and Morrel, rejoiced at +this unexpected incident, went to fetch the count, who was +walking in a retired path with Emmanuel. "What does he want +with me?" said Monte Cristo. + +"I do not know, but he wishes to speak to you." + +"Ah?" said Monte Cristo, "I trust he is not going to tempt +me by some fresh insult!" + +"I do not think that such is his intention," said Morrel. + +The count advanced, accompanied by Maximilian and Emmanuel. +His calm and serene look formed a singular contrast to +Albert's grief-stricken face, who approached also, followed +by the other four young men. When at three paces distant +from each other, Albert and the count stopped. + +"Approach, gentlemen," said Albert; "I wish you not to lose +one word of what I am about to have the honor of saying to +the Count of Monte Cristo, for it must be repeated by you to +all who will listen to it, strange as it may appear to you." + +"Proceed, sir," said the count. + +"Sir," said Albert, at first with a tremulous voice, but +which gradually because firmer, "I reproached you with +exposing the conduct of M. de Morcerf in Epirus, for guilty +as I knew he was, I thought you had no right to punish him; +but I have since learned that you had that right. It is not +Fernand Mondego's treachery towards Ali Pasha which induces +me so readily to excuse you, but the treachery of the +fisherman Fernand towards you, and the almost unheard-of +miseries which were its consequences; and I say, and +proclaim it publicly, that you were justified in revenging +yourself on my father, and I, his son, thank you for not +using greater severity." + +Had a thunderbolt fallen in the midst of the spectators of +this unexpected scene, it would not have surprised them more +than did Albert's declaration. As for Monte Cristo, his eyes +slowly rose towards heaven with an expression of infinite +gratitude. He could not understand how Albert's fiery +nature, of which he had seen so much among the Roman +bandits, had suddenly stooped to this humiliation. He +recognized the influence of Mercedes, and saw why her noble +heart had not opposed the sacrifice she knew beforehand +would be useless. "Now, sir," said Albert, "if you think my +apology sufficient, pray give me your hand. Next to the +merit of infallibility which you appear to possess, I rank +that of candidly acknowledging a fault. But this confession +concerns me only. I acted well as a man, but you have acted +better than man. An angel alone could have saved one of us +from death -- that angel came from heaven, if not to make us +friends (which, alas, fatality renders impossible), at least +to make us esteem each other." + +Monte Cristo, with moistened eye, heaving breast, and lips +half open, extended to Albert a hand which the latter +pressed with a sentiment resembling respectful fear. +"Gentlemen," said he, "M. de Monte Cristo receives my +apology. I had acted hastily towards him. Hasty actions are +generally bad ones. Now my fault is repaired. I hope the +world will not call me cowardly for acting as my conscience +dictated. But if any one should entertain a false opinion of +me," added he, drawing himself up as if he would challenge +both friends and enemies, "I shall endeavor to correct his +mistake." + +"What happened during the night?" asked Beauchamp of +Chateau-Renaud; "we appear to make a very sorry figure +here." + +"In truth, what Albert has just done is either very +despicable or very noble," replied the baron. + +"What can it mean?" said Debray to Franz. "The Count of +Monte Cristo acts dishonorably to M. de Morcerf, and is +justified by his son! Had I ten Yaninas in my family, I +should only consider myself the more bound to fight ten +times." As for Monte Cristo, his head was bent down, his +arms were powerless. Bowing under the weight of twenty-four +years' reminiscences, he thought not of Albert, of +Beauchamp, of Chateau-Renaud, or of any of that group; but +he thought of that courageous woman who had come to plead +for her son's life, to whom he had offered his, and who had +now saved it by the revelation of a dreadful family secret, +capable of destroying forever in that young man's heart +every feeling of filial piety. + +"Providence still," murmured he; "now only am I fully +convinced of being the emissary of God!" + + + +Chapter 91 +Mother and Son. + +The Count of Monte Cristo bowed to the five young men with a +melancholy and dignified smile, and got into his carriage +with Maximilian and Emmanuel. Albert, Beauchamp, and +Chateau-Renaud remained alone. Albert looked at his two +friends, not timidly, but in a way that appeared to ask +their opinion of what he had just done. + +"Indeed, my dear friend," said Beauchamp first, who had +either the most feeling or the least dissimulation, "allow +me to congratulate you; this is a very unhoped-for +conclusion of a very disagreeable affair." + +Albert remained silent and wrapped in thought. +Chateau-Renaud contented himself with tapping his boot with +his flexible cane. "Are we not going?" said he, after this +embarrassing silence. "When you please," replied Beauchamp; +"allow me only to compliment M. de Morcerf, who has given +proof to-day of rare chivalric generosity." + +"Oh, yes," said Chateau-Renaud. + +"It is magnificent," continued Beauchamp, "to be able to +exercise so much self-control!" + +"Assuredly; as for me, I should have been incapable of it," +said Chateau-Renaud, with most significant coolness. + +"Gentlemen," interrupted Albert, "I think you did not +understand that something very serious had passed between M. +de Monte Cristo and myself." + +"Possibly, possibly," said Beauchamp immediately; "but every +simpleton would not be able to understand your heroism, and +sooner or later you will find yourself compelled to explain +it to them more energetically than would be convenient to +your bodily health and the duration of your life. May I give +you a friendly counsel? Set out for Naples, the Hague, or +St. Petersburg -- calm countries, where the point of honor +is better understood than among our hot-headed Parisians. +Seek quietude and oblivion, so that you may return peaceably +to France after a few years. Am I not right, M. de +Chateau-Renaud?" + +"That is quite my opinion," said the gentleman; "nothing +induces serious duels so much as a duel forsworn." + +"Thank you, gentlemen," replied Albert, with a smile of +indifference; "I shall follow your advice -- not because you +give it, but because I had before intended to quit France. I +thank you equally for the service you have rendered me in +being my seconds. It is deeply engraved on my heart, and, +after what you have just said, I remember that only." +Chateau-Renaud and Beauchamp looked at each other; the +impression was the same on both of them, and the tone in +which Morcerf had just expressed his thanks was so +determined that the position would have become embarrassing +for all if the conversation had continued. + +"Good-by, Albert," said Beauchamp suddenly, carelessly +extending his hand to the young man. The latter did not +appear to arouse from his lethargy; in fact, he did not +notice the offered hand. "Good-by," said Chateau-Renaud in +his turn, keeping his little cane in his left hand, and +saluting with his right. Albert's lips scarcely whispered +"Good-by," but his look was more explicit; it expressed a +whole poem of restrained anger, proud disdain, and generous +indignation. He preserved his melancholy and motionless +position for some time after his two friends had regained +their carriage; then suddenly unfastening his horse from the +little tree to which his servant had tied it, he mounted and +galloped off in the direction of Paris. + +In a quarter of an hour he was entering the house in the Rue +du Helder. As he alighted, he thought he saw his father's +pale face behind the curtain of the count's bedroom. Albert +turned away his head with a sigh, and went to his own +apartments. He cast one lingering look on all the luxuries +which had rendered life so easy and so happy since his +infancy; he looked at the pictures, whose faces seemed to +smile, and the landscapes, which appeared painted in +brighter colors. Then he took away his mother's portrait, +with its oaken frame, leaving the gilt frame from which he +took it black and empty. Then he arranged all his beautiful +Turkish arms, his fine English guns, his Japanese china, his +cups mounted in silver, his artistic bronzes by Feucheres +and Barye; examined the cupboards, and placed the key in +each; threw into a drawer of his secretary, which he left +open, all the pocket-money he had about him, and with it the +thousand fancy jewels from his vases and his jewel-boxes; +then he made an exact inventory of everything, and placed it +in the most conspicuous part of the table, after putting +aside the books and papers which had collected there. + +At the beginning of this work, his servant, notwithstanding +orders to the contrary, came to his room. "What do you +want?" asked he, with a more sorrowful than angry tone. +"Pardon me, sir," replied the valet; "you had forbidden me +to disturb you, but the Count of Morcerf has called me." + +"Well!" said Albert. + +"I did not like to go to him without first seeing you." + +"Why?" + +"Because the count is doubtless aware that I accompanied you +to the meeting this morning." + +"It is probable," said Albert. + +"And since he has sent for me, it is doubtless to question +me on what happened there. What must I answer?" + +"The truth." + +"Then I shall say the duel did not take place?" + +"You will say I apologized to the Count of Monte Cristo. +Go." + +The valet bowed and retired, and Albert returned to his +inventory. As he was finishing this work, the sound of +horses prancing in the yard, and the wheels of a carriage +shaking his window, attracted his attention. He approached +the window, and saw his father get into it, and drive away. +The door was scarcely closed when Albert bent his steps to +his mother's room; and, no one being there to announce him, +he advanced to her bed-chamber, and distressed by what he +saw and guessed, stopped for one moment at the door. As if +the same idea had animated these two beings, Mercedes was +doing the same in her apartments that he had just done in +his. Everything was in order, -- laces, dresses, jewels, +linen, money, all were arranged in the drawers, and the +countess was carefully collecting the keys. Albert saw all +these preparations and understood them, and exclaiming, "My +mother!" he threw his arms around her neck. + +The artist who could have depicted the expression of these +two countenances would certainly have made of them a +beautiful picture. All these proofs of an energetic +resolution, which Albert did not fear on his own account, +alarmed him for his mother. "What are you doing?" asked he. + +"What were you doing?" replied she. + +"Oh, my mother!" exclaimed Albert, so overcome he could +scarcely speak; "it is not the same with you and me -- you +cannot have made the same resolution I have, for I have come +to warn you that I bid adieu to your house, and -- and to +you." + +"I also," replied Mercedes, "am going, and I acknowledge I +had depended on your accompanying me; have I deceived +myself?" + +"Mother," said Albert with firmness. "I cannot make you +share the fate I have planned for myself. I must live +henceforth without rank and fortune, and to begin this hard +apprenticeship I must borrow from a friend the loaf I shall +eat until I have earned one. So, my dear mother, I am going +at once to ask Franz to lend me the small sum I shall +require to supply my present wants." + +"You, my poor child, suffer poverty and hunger? Oh, do not +say so; it will break my resolutions." + +"But not mine, mother," replied Albert. "I am young and +strong; I believe I am courageous, and since yesterday I +have learned the power of will. Alas, my dear mother, some +have suffered so much, and yet live, and have raised a new +fortune on the ruin of all the promises of happiness which +heaven had made them -- on the fragments of all the hope +which God had given them! I have seen that, mother; I know +that from the gulf in which their enemies have plunged them +they have risen with so much vigor and glory that in their +turn they have ruled their former conquerors, and have +punished them. No. mother; from this moment I have done with +the past, and accept nothing from it -- not even a name, +because you can understand that your son cannot bear the +name of a man who ought to blush for it before another." + +"Albert, my child," said Mercedes, "if I had a stronger +heart that is the counsel I would have given you; your +conscience has spoken when my voice became too weak; listen +to its dictates. You had friends, Albert; break off their +acquaintance. But do not despair; you have life before you, +my dear Albert, for you are yet scarcely twenty-two years +old; and as a pure heart like yours wants a spotless name, +take my father's -- it was Herrera. I am sure, my dear +Albert, whatever may be your career, you will soon render +that name illustrious. Then, my son, return to the world +still more brilliant because of your former sorrows; and if +I am wrong, still let me cherish these hopes, for I have no +future to look forward to. For me the grave opens when I +pass the threshold of this house." + +"I will fulfil all your wishes, my dear mother," said the +young man. "Yes, I share your hopes; the anger of heaven +will not pursue us, since you are pure and I am innocent. +But, since our resolution is formed, let us act promptly. M. +de Morcerf went out about half an hour ago; the opportunity +in favorable to avoid an explanation." + +"I am ready, my son," said Mercedes. Albert ran to fetch a +carriage. He recollected that there was a small furnished +house to let in the Rue de Saints Peres, where his mother +would find a humble but decent lodging, and thither he +intended conducting the countess. As the carriage stopped at +the door, and Albert was alighting, a man approached and +gave him a letter. Albert recognized the bearer. "From the +count," said Bertuccio. Albert took the letter, opened, and +read it, then looked round for Bertuccio, but he was gone. +He returned to Mercedes with tears in his eyes and heaving +breast, and without uttering a word he gave her the letter. +Mercedes read: -- + +Albert, -- While showing you that I have discovered your +plans, I hope also to convince you of my delicacy. You are +free, you leave the count's house, and you take your mother +to your home; but reflect, Albert, you owe her more than +your poor noble heart can pay her. Keep the struggle for +yourself, bear all the suffering, but spare her the trial of +poverty which must accompany your first efforts; for she +deserves not even the shadow of the misfortune which has +this day fallen on her, and providence is not willing that +the innocent should suffer for the guilty. I know you are +going to leave the Rue du Helder without taking anything +with you. Do not seek to know how I discovered it; I know it +-- that is sufficient. + +Now, listen, Albert. Twenty-four years ago I returned, proud +and joyful, to my country. I had a betrothed, Albert, a +lovely girl whom I adored, and I was bringing to my +betrothed a hundred and fifty louis, painfully amassed by +ceaseless toil. This money was for her; I destined it for +her, and, knowing the treachery of the sea I buried our +treasure in the little garden of the house my father lived +in at Marseilles, on the Allees de Meillan. Your mother, +Albert, knows that poor house well. A short time since I +passed through Marseilles, and went to see the old place, +which revived so many painful recollections; and in the +evening I took a spade and dug in the corner of the garden +where I had concealed my treasure. The iron box was there -- +no one had touched it -- under a beautiful fig-tree my +father had planted the day I was born, which overshadowed +the spot. Well, Albert, this money, which was formerly +designed to promote the comfort and tranquillity of the +woman I adored, may now, through strange and painful +circumstances, be devoted to the same purpose. Oh, feel for +me, who could offer millions to that poor woman, but who +return her only the piece of black bread forgotten under my +poor roof since the day I was torn from her I loved. You are +a generous man, Albert, but perhaps you may be blinded by +pride or resentment; if you refuse me, if you ask another +for what I have a right to offer you, I will say it is +ungenerous of you to refuse the life of your mother at the +hands of a man whose father was allowed by your father to +die in all the horrors of poverty and despair. + +Albert stood pale and motionless to hear what his mother +would decide after she had finished reading this letter. +Mercedes turned her eyes with an ineffable look towards +heaven. "I accept it," said she; "he has a right to pay the +dowry, which I shall take with me to some convent!" Putting +the letter in her bosom, she took her son's arm, and with a +firmer step than she even herself expected she went +down-stairs. + + + +Chapter 92 +The Suicide. + +Meanwhile Monte Cristo had also returned to town with +Emmanuel and Maximilian. Their return was cheerful. Emmanuel +did not conceal his joy at the peaceful termination of the +affair, and was loud in his expressions of delight. Morrel, +in a corner of the carriage, allowed his brother-in-law's +gayety to expend itself in words, while he felt equal inward +joy, which, however, betrayed itself only in his +countenance. At the Barriere du Trone they met Bertuccio, +who was waiting there, motionless as a sentinel at his post. +Monte Cristo put his head out of the window, exchanged a few +words with him in a low tone, and the steward disappeared. +"Count," said Emmanuel, when they were at the end of the +Place Royale, "put me down at my door, that my wife may not +have a single moment of needless anxiety on my account or +yours." + +"If it were not ridiculous to make a display of our triumph, +I would invite the count to our house; besides that, he +doubtless has some trembling heart to comfort. So we will +take leave of our friend, and let him hasten home." + +"Stop a moment," said Monte Cristo; "do not let me lose both +my companions. Return, Emmanuel, to your charming wife, and +present my best compliments to her; and do you, Morrel, +accompany me to the Champs Elysees." + +"Willingly," said Maximilian; "particularly as I have +business in that quarter." + +"Shall we wait breakfast for you?" asked Emmanuel. + +"No," replied the young man. The door was closed, and the +carriage proceeded. "See what good fortune I brought you!" +said Morrel, when he was alone with the count. "Have you not +thought so?" + +"Yes," said Monte Cristo; "for that reason I wished to keep +you near me." + +"It is miraculous!" continued Morrel, answering his own +thoughts. + +"What?" said Monte Cristo. + +"What has just happened." + +"Yes," said the Count, "you are right -- it is miraculous." + +"For Albert is brave," resumed Morrel. + +"Very brave," said Monte Cristo; "I have seen him sleep with +a sword suspended over his head." + +"And I know he has fought two duels," said Morrel. "How can +you reconcile that with his conduct this morning?" + +"All owing to your influence," replied Monte Cristo, +smiling. + +"It is well for Albert he is not in the army," said Morrel. + +"Why?" + +"An apology on the ground!" said the young captain, shaking +his head. + +"Come," said the count mildly, "do not entertain the +prejudices of ordinary men, Morrel! Acknowledge, that if +Albert is brave, he cannot be a coward; he must then have +had some reason for acting as he did this morning, and +confess that his conduct is more heroic than otherwise." + +"Doubtless, doubtless," said Morrel; "but I shall say, like +the Spaniard, `He has not been so brave to-day as he was +yesterday.'" + +"You will breakfast with me, will you not, Morrel?" said the +count, to turn the conversation. + +"No; I must leave you at ten o'clock." + +"Your engagement was for breakfast, then?" said the count. + +Morrel smiled, and shook his head. "Still you must breakfast +somewhere." + +"But if I am not hungry?" said the young man. + +"Oh," said the count, "I only know two things which destroy +the appetite, -- grief -- and as I am happy to see you very +cheerful, it is not that -- and love. Now after what you +told me this morning of your heart, I may believe" -- + +"Well, count," replied Morrel gayly, "I will not dispute +it." + +"But you will not make me your confidant, Maximilian?" said +the count, in a tone which showed how gladly he would have +been admitted to the secret. + +"I showed you this morning that I had a heart, did I not, +count?" Monte Cristo only answered by extending his hand to +the young man. "Well," continued the latter, "since that +heart is no longer with you in the Bois de Vincennes, it is +elsewhere, and I must go and find it." + +"Go," said the count deliberately; "go, dear friend, but +promise me if you meet with any obstacle to remember that I +have some power in this world, that I am happy to use that +power in the behalf of those I love, and that I love you, +Morrel." + +"I will remember it," said the young man, "as selfish +children recollect their parents when they want their aid. +When I need your assistance, and the moment arrives, I will +come to you, count." + +"Well, I rely upon your promise. Good-by, then." + +"Good-by, till we meet again." They had arrived in the +Champs Elysees. Monte Cristo opened the carriage-door, +Morrel sprang out on the pavement, Bertuccio was waiting on +the steps. Morrel disappeared down the Avenue de Marigny, +and Monte Cristo hastened to join Bertuccio. + +"Well?" asked he. + +"She is going to leave her house," said the steward. + +"And her son?" + +"Florentin, his valet, thinks he is going to do the same." + +"Come this way." Monte Cristo took Bertuccio into his study, +wrote the letter we have seen, and gave it to the steward. +"Go," said he quickly. "But first, let Haidee be informed +that I have returned." + +"Here I am," said the young girl, who at the sound of the +carriage had run down-stairs and whose face was radiant with +joy at seeing the count return safely. Bertuccio left. Every +transport of a daughter finding a father, all the delight of +a mistress seeing an adored lover, were felt by Haidee +during the first moments of this meeting, which she had so +eagerly expected. Doubtless, although less evident, Monte +Cristo's joy was not less intense. Joy to hearts which have +suffered long is like the dew on the ground after a long +drought; both the heart and the ground absorb that +benificent moisture falling on them, and nothing is +outwardly apparent. + +Monte Cristo was beginning to think, what he had not for a +long time dared to believe, that there were two Mercedes in +the world, and he might yet be happy. His eye, elate with +happiness, was reading eagerly the tearful gaze of Haidee, +when suddenly the door opened. The count knit his brow. "M. +de Morcerf!" said Baptistin, as if that name sufficed for +his excuse. In fact, the count's face brightened. + +"Which," asked he, "the viscount or the count?" + +"The count." + +"Oh," exclaimed Haidee, "is it not yet over?" + +"I know not if it is finished, my beloved child," said Monte +Cristo, taking the young girl's hands; "but I do know you +have nothing more to fear." + +"But it is the wretched" -- + +"That man cannot injure me, Haidee," said Monte Cristo; "it +was his son alone that there was cause to fear." + +"And what I have suffered," said the young girl, "you shall +never know, my lord." Monte Cristo smiled. "By my father's +tomb," said he, extending his hand over the head of the +young girl, "I swear to you, Haidee, that if any misfortune +happens, it will not be to me." + +"I believe you, my lord, as implicitly as if God had spoken +to me," said the young girl, presenting her forehead to him. +Monte Cristo pressed on that pure beautiful forehead a kiss +which made two hearts throb at once, the one violently, the +other heavily. "Oh," murmured the count, "shall I then be +permitted to love again? Ask M. de Morcerf into the +drawing-room," said he to Baptistin, while he led the +beautiful Greek girl to a private staircase. + +We must explain this visit, which although expected by Monte +Cristo, is unexpected to our readers. While Mercedes, as we +have said, was making a similar inventory of her property to +Albert's, while she was arranging her jewels, shutting her +drawers, collecting her keys, to leave everything in perfect +order, she did not perceive a pale and sinister face at a +glass door which threw light into the passage, from which +everything could be both seen and heard. He who was thus +looking, without being heard or seen, probably heard and saw +all that passed in Madame de Morcerf's apartments. From that +glass door the pale-faced man went to the count's bedroom +and raised with a constricted hand the curtain of a window +overlooking the court-yard. He remained there ten minutes, +motionless and dumb, listening to the beating of his own +heart. For him those ten minutes were very long. It was then +Albert, returning from his meeting with the count, perceived +his father watching for his arrival behind a curtain, and +turned aside. The count's eye expanded; he knew Albert had +insulted the count dreadfully, and that in every country in +the world such an insult would lead to a deadly duel. Albert +returned safely -- then the count was revenged. + +An indescribable ray of joy illumined that wretched +countenance like the last ray of the sun before it +disappears behind the clouds which bear the aspect, not of a +downy couch, but of a tomb. But as we have said, he waited +in vain for his son to come to his apartment with the +account of his triumph. He easily understood why his son did +not come to see him before he went to avenge his father's +honor; but when that was done, why did not his son come and +throw himself into his arms? + +It was then, when the count could not see Albert, that he +sent for his servant, who he knew was authorized not to +conceal anything from him. Ten minutes afterwards, General +Morcerf was seen on the steps in a black coat with a +military collar, black pantaloons, and black gloves. He had +apparently given previous orders, for as he reached the +bottom step his carriage came from the coach-house ready for +him. The valet threw into the carriage his military cloak, +in which two swords were wrapped, and, shutting the door, he +took his seat by the side of the coachman. The coachman +stooped down for his orders. + +"To the Champs Elysees," said the general; "the Count of +Monte Cristo's. Hurry!" The horses bounded beneath the whip; +and in five minutes they stopped before the count's door. M. +de Morcerf opened the door himself, and as the carriage +rolled away he passed up the walk, rang, and entered the +open door with his servant. + +A moment afterwards, Baptistin announced the Count of +Morcerf to Monte Cristo, and the latter, leading Haidee +aside, ordered that Morcerf be asked into the drawing-room. +The general was pacing the room the third time when, in +turning, he perceived Monte Cristo at the door. "Ah, it is +M. de Morcerf," said Monte Cristo quietly; "I thought I had +not heard aright." + +"Yes, it is I," said the count, whom a frightful contraction +of the lips prevented from articulating freely. + +"May I know the cause which procures me the pleasure of +seeing M. de Morcerf so early?" + +"Had you not a meeting with my son this morning?" asked the +general. + +"I had," replied the count. + +"And I know my son had good reasons to wish to fight with +you, and to endeavor to kill you." + +"Yes, sir, he had very good ones; but you see that in spite +of them he has not killed me, and did not even fight." + +"Yet he considered you the cause of his father's dishonor, +the cause of the fearful ruin which has fallen on my house." + +"It is true, sir," said Monte Cristo with his dreadful +calmness; "a secondary cause, but not the principal." + +"Doubtless you made, then, some apology or explanation?" + +"I explained nothing, and it is he who apologized to me." + +"But to what do you attribute this conduct?" + +"To the conviction, probably, that there was one more guilty +than I." + +"And who was that?" + +"His father." + +"That may be," said the count, turning pale; "but you know +the guilty do not like to find themselves convicted." + +"I know it, and I expected this result." + +"You expected my son would be a coward?" cried the count. + +"M. Albert de Morcerf is no coward!" said Monte Cristo. + +"A man who holds a sword in his hand, and sees a mortal +enemy within reach of that sword, and does not fight, is a +coward! Why is he not here that I may tell him so?" + +"Sir." replied Monte Cristo coldly, "I did not expect that +you had come here to relate to me your little family +affairs. Go and tell M. Albert that, and he may know what to +answer you." + +"Oh, no, no," said the general, smiling faintly, "I did not +come for that purpose; you are right. I came to tell you +that I also look upon you as my enemy. I came to tell you +that I hate you instinctively; that it seems as if I had +always known you, and always hated you; and, in short, since +the young people of the present day will not fight, it +remains for us to do so. Do you think so, sir?" + +"Certainly. And when I told you I had foreseen the result, +it is the honor of your visit I alluded to." + +"So much the better. Are you prepared?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"You know that we shall fight till one of us is dead," said +the general, whose teeth were clinched with rage. "Until one +of us dies," repeated Monte Cristo, moving his head slightly +up and down. + +"Let us start, then; we need no witnesses." + +"Very true," said Monte Cristo; "it is unnecessary, we know +each other so well!" + +"On the contrary," said the count, "we know so little of +each other." + +"Indeed?" said Monte Cristo, with the same indomitable +coolness; "let us see. Are you not the soldier Fernand who +deserted on the eve of the battle of Waterloo? Are you not +the Lieutenant Fernand who served as guide and spy to the +French army in Spain? Are you not the Captain Fernand who +betrayed, sold, and murdered his benefactor, Ali? And have +not all these Fernands, united, made Lieutenant-General, the +Count of Morcerf, peer of France?" + +"Oh," cried the general, as it branded with a hot iron, +"wretch, -- to reproach me with my shame when about, +perhaps, to kill me! No, I did not say I was a stranger to +you. I know well, demon, that you have penetrated into the +darkness of the past, and that you have read, by the light +of what torch I know not, every page of my life; but perhaps +I may be more honorable in my shame than you under your +pompous coverings. No -- no, I am aware you know me; but I +know you only as an adventurer sewn up in gold and +jewellery. You call yourself in Paris the Count of Monte +Cristo; in Italy, Sinbad the Sailor; in Malta, I forget +what. But it is your real name I want to know, in the midst +of your hundred names, that I may pronounce it when we meet +to fight, at the moment when I plunge my sword through your +heart." + +The Count of Monte Cristo turned dreadfully pale; his eye +seemed to burn with a devouring fire. He leaped towards a +dressing-room near his bedroom, and in less than a moment, +tearing off his cravat, his coat and waistcoat, he put on a +sailor's jacket and hat, from beneath which rolled his long +black hair. He returned thus, formidable and implacable, +advancing with his arms crossed on his breast, towards the +general, who could not understand why he had disappeared, +but who on seeing him again, and feeling his teeth chatter +and his legs sink under him, drew back, and only stopped +when he found a table to support his clinched hand. +"Fernand," cried he, "of my hundred names I need only tell +you one, to overwhelm you! But you guess it now, do you not? +-- or, rather, you remember it? For, notwithstanding all my +sorrows and my tortures, I show you to-day a face which the +happiness of revenge makes young again -- a face you must +often have seen in your dreams since your marriage with +Mercedes, my betrothed!" + +The general, with his head thrown back, hands extended, gaze +fixed, looked silently at this dreadful apparition; then +seeking the wall to support him, he glided along close to it +until he reached the door, through which he went out +backwards, uttering this single mournful, lamentable, +distressing cry, -- "Edmond Dantes!" Then, with sighs which +were unlike any human sound, he dragged himself to the door, +reeled across the court-yard, and falling into the arms of +his valet, he said in a voice scarcely intelligible, -- +"Home, home." The fresh air and the shame he felt at having +exposed himself before his servants, partly recalled his +senses, but the ride was short, and as he drew near his +house all his wretchedness revived. He stopped at a short +distance from the house and alighted. + +The door was wide open, a hackney-coach was standing in the +middle of the yard -- a strange sight before so noble a +mansion; the count looked at it with terror, but without +daring to inquire its meaning, he rushed towards his +apartment. Two persons were coming down the stairs; he had +only time to creep into an alcove to avoid them. It was +Mercedes leaning on her son's arm and leaving the house. +They passed close by the unhappy being, who, concealed +behind the damask curtain, almost felt Mercedes dress brush +past him, and his son's warm breath, pronouncing these +words, -- "Courage, mother! Come, this is no longer our +home!" The words died away, the steps were lost in the +distance. The general drew himself up, clinging to the +curtain; he uttered the most dreadful sob which ever escaped +from the bosom of a father abandoned at the same time by his +wife and son. He soon heard the clatter of the iron step of +the hackney-coach, then the coachman's voice, and then the +rolling of the heavy vehicle shook the windows. He darted to +his bedroom to see once more all he had loved in the world; +but the hackney-coach drove on and the head of neither +Mercedes nor her son appeared at the window to take a last +look at the house or the deserted father and husband. And at +the very moment when the wheels of that coach crossed the +gateway a report was heard, and a thick smoke escaped +through one of the panes of the window, which was broken by +the explosion. + + + +Chapter 93 +Valentine. + +We may easily conceive where Morrel's appointment was. On +leaving Monte Cristo he walked slowly towards Villefort's; +we say slowly, for Morrel had more than half an hour to +spare to go five hundred steps, but he had hastened to take +leave of Monte Cristo because he wished to be alone with his +thoughts. He knew his time well -- the hour when Valentine +was giving Noirtier his breakfast, and was sure not to be +disturbed in the performance of this pious duty. Noirtier +and Valentine had given him leave to go twice a week, and he +was now availing himself of that permission. He had arrived; +Valentine was expecting him. Uneasy and almost crazed, she +seized his hand and led him to her grandfather. This +uneasiness, amounting almost to frenzy, arose from the +report Morcerf's adventure had made in the world, for the +affair at the opera was generally known. No one at +Villefort's doubted that a duel would ensue from it. +Valentine, with her woman's instinct, guessed that Morrel +would be Monte Cristo's second, and from the young man's +well-known courage and his great affection for the count, +she feared that he would not content himself with the +passive part assigned to him. We may easily understand how +eagerly the particulars were asked for, given, and received; +and Morrel could read an indescribable joy in the eyes of +his beloved, when she knew that the termination of this +affair was as happy as it was unexpected. + +"Now," said Valentine, motioning to Morrel to sit down near +her grandfather, while she took her seat on his footstool, +-- "now let us talk about our own affairs. You know, +Maximilian, grandpapa once thought of leaving this house, +and taking an apartment away from M. de Villefort's." + +"Yes," said Maximilian, "I recollect the project, of which I +highly approved." + +"Well," said Valentine, "you may approve again, for +grandpapa is again thinking of it." + +"Bravo," said Maximilian. + +"And do you know," said Valentine, "what reason grandpapa +gives for leaving this house." Noirtier looked at Valentine +to impose silence, but she did not notice him; her looks, +her eyes, her smile, were all for Morrel. + +"Oh, whatever may be M. Noirtier's reason," answered Morrel, +"I can readily believe it to be a good one." + +"An excellent one," said Valentine. "He pretends the air of +the Faubourg St. Honore is not good for me." + +"Indeed?" said Morrel; "in that M. Noirtier may be right; +you have not seemed to be well for the last fortnight." + +"Not very," said Valentine. "And grandpapa has become my +physician, and I have the greatest confidence in him, +because he knows everything." + +"Do you then really suffer?" asked Morrel quickly. + +"Oh, it must not be called suffering; I feel a general +uneasiness, that is all. I have lost my appetite, and my +stomach feels as if it were struggling to get accustomed to +something." Noirtier did not lose a word of what Valentine +said. "And what treatment do you adopt for this singular +complaint?" + +"A very simple one," said Valentine. "I swallow every +morning a spoonful of the mixture prepared for my +grandfather. When I say one spoonful, I began by one -- now +I take four. Grandpapa says it is a panacea." Valentine +smiled, but it was evident that she suffered. + +Maximilian, in his devotedness, gazed silently at her. She +was very beautiful, but her usual pallor had increased; her +eyes were more brilliant than ever, and her hands, which +were generally white like mother-of-pearl, now more +resembled wax, to which time was adding a yellowish hue. +From Valentine the young man looked towards Noirtier. The +latter watched with strange and deep interest the young +girl, absorbed by her affection, and he also, like Morrel, +followed those traces of inward suffering which was so +little perceptible to a common observer that they escaped +the notice of every one but the grandfather and the lover. + +"But," said Morrel, "I thought this mixture, of which you +now take four spoonfuls, was prepared for M. Noirtier?" + +"I know it is very bitter," said Valentine; "so bitter, that +all I drink afterwards appears to have the same taste." +Noirtier looked inquiringly at his granddaughter. "Yes, +grandpapa," said Valentine; "it is so. Just now, before I +came down to you, I drank a glass of sugared water; I left +half, because it seemed so bitter." Noirtier turned pale, +and made a sign that he wished to speak. Valentine rose to +fetch the dictionary. Noirtier watched her with evident +anguish. In fact, the blood was rushing to the young girl's +head already, her cheeks were becoming red. "Oh," cried she, +without losing any of her cheerfulness, "this is singular! I +can't see! Did the sun shine in my eyes?" And she leaned +against the window. + +"The sun is not shining," said Morrel, more alarmed by +Noirtier's expression than by Valentine's indisposition. He +ran towards her. The young girl smiled. "Cheer up," said she +to Noirtier. "Do not be alarmed, Maximilian; it is nothing, +and has already passed away. But listen! Do I not hear a +carriage in the court-yard?" She opened Noirtier's door, ran +to a window in the passage, and returned hastily. "Yes," +said she, "it is Madame Danglars and her daughter, who have +come to call on us. Good-by; -- I must run away, for they +would send here for me, or, rather, farewell till I see you +again. Stay with grandpapa, Maximilian; I promise you not to +persuade them to stay." + +Morrel watched her as she left the room; he heard her ascend +the little staircase which led both to Madame de Villefort's +apartments and to hers. As soon as she was gone, Noirtier +made a sign to Morrel to take the dictionary. Morrel obeyed; +guided by Valentine, he had learned how to understand the +old man quickly. Accustomed, however, as he was to the work, +he had to repeat most of the letters of the alphabet and to +find every word in the dictionary, so that it was ten +minutes before the thought of the old man was translated by +these words, "Fetch the glass of water and the decanter from +Valentine's room." + +Morrel rang immediately for the servant who had taken +Barrois's situation, and in Noirtier's name gave that order. +The servant soon returned. The decanter and the glass were +completely empty. Noirtier made a sign that he wished to +speak. "Why are the glass and decanter empty?" asked he; +"Valentine said she only drank half the glassful." The +translation of this new question occupied another five +minutes. "I do not know," said the servant, "but the +housemaid is in Mademoiselle Valentine's room: perhaps she +has emptied them." + +"Ask her," said Morrel, translating Noirtier's thought this +time by his look. The servant went out, but returned almost +immediately. "Mademoiselle Valentine passed through the room +to go to Madame de Villefort's," said he; "and in passing, +as she was thirsty, she drank what remained in the glass; as +for the decanter, Master Edward had emptied that to make a +pond for his ducks." Noirtier raised his eyes to heaven, as +a gambler does who stakes his all on one stroke. From that +moment the old man's eyes were fixed on the door, and did +not quit it. + +It was indeed Madame Danglars and her daughter whom +Valentine had seen; they had been ushered into Madame de +Villefort's room, who had said she would receive them there. +That is why Valentine passed through her room, which was on +a level with Valentine's, and only separated from it by +Edward's. The two ladies entered the drawing-room with that +sort of official stiffness which preludes a formal +communication. Among worldly people manner is contagious. +Madame de Villefort received them with equal solemnity. +Valentine entered at this moment, and the formalities were +resumed. "My dear friend," said the baroness, while the two +young people were shaking hands, "I and Eugenie are come to +be the first to announce to you the approaching marriage of +my daughter with Prince Cavalcanti." Danglars kept up the +title of prince. The popular banker found that it answered +better than count. "Allow me to present you my sincere +congratulations," replied Madame de Villefort. "Prince +Cavalcanti appears to be a young man of rare qualities." + +"Listen," said the baroness, smiling; "speaking to you as a +friend I can say that the prince does not yet appear all he +will be. He has about him a little of that foreign manner by +which French persons recognize, at first sight, the Italian +or German nobleman. Besides, he gives evidence of great +kindness of disposition, much keenness of wit, and as to +suitability, M. Danglars assures me that his fortune is +majestic -- that is his word." + +"And then," said Eugenie, while turning over the leaves of +Madame de Villefort's album, "add that you have taken a +great fancy to the young man." + +"And," said Madame de Villefort, "I need not ask you if you +share that fancy." + +"I?" replied Eugenie with her usual candor. "Oh, not the +least in the world, madame! My wish was not to confine +myself to domestic cares, or the caprices of any man, but to +be an artist, and consequently free in heart, in person, and +in thought." Eugenie pronounced these words with so firm a +tone that the color mounted to Valentine's cheeks. The timid +girl could not understand that vigorous nature which +appeared to have none of the timidities of woman. + +"At any rate," said she, "since I am to be married whether I +will or not, I ought to be thankful to providence for having +released me from my engagement with M. Albert de Morcerf, or +I should this day have been the wife of a dishonored man." + +"It is true," said the baroness, with that strange +simplicity sometimes met with among fashionable ladies, and +of which plebeian intercourse can never entirely deprive +them, -- "it is very true that had not the Morcerfs +hesitated, my daughter would have married Monsieur Albert. +The general depended much on it; he even came to force M. +Danglars. We have had a narrow escape." + +"But," said Valentine, timidly, "does all the father's shame +revert upon the son? Monsieur Albert appears to me quite +innocent of the treason charged against the general." + +"Excuse me," said the implacable young girl, "Monsieur +Albert claims and well deserves his share. It appears that +after having challenged M. de Monte Cristo at the Opera +yesterday, he apologized on the ground to-day." + +"Impossible," said Madame de Villefort. + +"Ah, my dear friend," said Madame Danglars, with the same +simplicity we before noticed, "it is a fact. I heard it from +M. Debray, who was present at the explanation." Valentine +also knew the truth, but she did not answer. A single word +had reminded her that Morrel was expecting her in M. +Noirtier's room. Deeply engaged with a sort of inward +contemplation, Valentine had ceased for a moment to join in +the conversation. She would, indeed, have found it +impossible to repeat what had been said the last few +minutes, when suddenly Madame Danglars' hand, pressed on her +arm, aroused her from her lethargy. + +"What is it?" said she, starting at Madame Danglars, touch +as she would have done from an electric shock. "It is, my +dear Valentine," said the baroness, "that you are, +doubtless, suffering." + +"I?" said the young girl, passing her hand across her +burning forehead. + +"Yes, look at yourself in that glass; you have turned pale +and then red successively, three or four times in one +minute." + +"Indeed," cried Eugenie, "you are very pale!" + +"Oh, do not be alarmed; I have been so for many days." +Artless as she was, the young girl knew that this was an +opportunity to leave, and besides, Madame de Villefort came +to her assistance. "Retire, Valentine," said she; "you are +really suffering, and these ladies will excuse you; drink a +glass of pure water, it will restore you." Valentine kissed +Eugenie, bowed to Madame Danglars, who had already risen to +take her leave, and went out. "That poor child," said Madame +de Villefort when Valentine was gone, "she makes me very +uneasy, and I should not be astonished if she had some +serious illness." + +Meanwhile, Valentine, in a sort of excitement which she +could not quite understand, had crossed Edward's room +without noticing some trick of the child, and through her +own had reached the little staircase. She was within three +steps of the bottom; she already heard Morrel's voice, when +suddenly a cloud passed over her eyes, her stiffened foot +missed the step, her hands had no power to hold the +baluster, and falling against the wall she lost her balance +wholly and toppled to the floor. Morrel bounded to the door, +opened it, and found Valentine stretched out at the bottom +of the stairs. Quick as a flash, he raised her in his arms +and placed her in a chair. Valentine opened her eyes. + +"Oh, what a clumsy thing I am," said she with feverish +volubility; "I don't know my way. I forgot there were three +more steps before the landing." + +"You have hurt yourself, perhaps," said Morrel. "What can I +do for you, Valentine?" Valentine looked around her; she saw +the deepest terror depicted in Noirtier's eyes. "Don't +worry, dear grandpapa," said she, endeavoring to smile; "it +is nothing -- it is nothing; I was giddy, that is all." + +"Another attack of giddiness," said Morrel, clasping his +hands. "Oh, attend to it, Valentine, I entreat you." + +"But no," said Valentine, -- "no, I tell you it is all past, +and it was nothing. Now, let me tell you some news; Eugenie +is to be married in a week, and in three days there is to be +a grand feast, a betrothal festival. We are all invited, my +father, Madame de Villefort, and I -- at least, I understood +it so." + +"When will it be our turn to think of these things? Oh, +Valentine, you who have so much influence over your +grandpapa, try to make him answer -- Soon." + +"And do you," said Valentine, "depend on me to stimulate the +tardiness and arouse the memory of grandpapa?" + +"Yes," cried Morrel, "make haste. So long as you are not +mine, Valentine, I shall always think I may lose you." + +"Oh," replied Valentine with a convulsive movement, "oh, +indeed, Maximilian, you are too timid for an officer, for a +soldier who, they say, never knows fear. Ah, ha, ha!" she +burst into a forced and melancholy laugh, her arms stiffened +and twisted, her head fell back on her chair, and she +remained motionless. The cry of terror which was stopped on +Noirtier's lips, seemed to start from his eyes. Morrel +understood it; he knew he must call assistance. The young +man rang the bell violently; the housemaid who had been in +Mademoiselle Valentine's room, and the servant who had +replaced Barrois, ran in at the same moment. Valentine was +so pale, so cold, so inanimate that without listening to +what was said to them they were seized with the fear which +pervaded that house, and they flew into the passage crying +for help. Madame Danglars and Eugenie were going out at that +moment; they heard the cause of the disturbance. "I told you +so!" exclaimed Madame de Villefort. "Poor child!" + + + +Chapter 94 +Maximilian's Avowal. + +At the same moment M. de Villefort's voice was heard calling +from his study, "What is the matter?" Morrel looked at +Noirtier who had recovered his self-command, and with a +glance indicated the closet where once before under somewhat +similar circumstances, he had taken refuge. He had only time +to get his hat and throw himself breathless into the closet +when the procureur's footstep was heard in the passage. +Villefort sprang into the room, ran to Valentine, and took +her in his arms. "A physician, a physician, -- M. +d'Avrigny!" cried Villefort; "or rather I will go for him +myself." He flew from the apartment, and Morrel at the same +moment darted out at the other door. He had been struck to +the heart by a frightful recollection -- the conversation he +had heard between the doctor and Villefort the night of +Madame de Saint-Meran's death, recurred to him; these +symptoms, to a less alarming extent, were the same which had +preceded the death of Barrois. At the same time Monte +Cristo's voice seemed to resound in his ear with the words +he had heard only two hours before, "Whatever you want, +Morrel, come to me; I have great power." More rapidly than +thought, he darted down the Rue Matignon, and thence to the +Avenue des Champs Elysees. + +Meanwhile M. de Villefort arrived in a hired cabriolet at M. +d'Avrigny's door. He rang so violently that the porter was +alarmed. Villefort ran up-stairs without saying a word. The +porter knew him, and let him pass, only calling to him, "In +his study, Monsieur Procureur -- in his study!" Villefort +pushed, or rather forced, the door open. "Ah," said the +doctor, "is it you?" + +"Yes," said Villefort, closing the door after him, "it is I, +who am come in my turn to ask you if we are quite alone. +Doctor, my house is accursed!" + +"What?" said the latter with apparent coolness, but with +deep emotion, "have you another invalid?" + +"Yes, doctor," cried Villefort, clutching his hair, "yes!" + +D'Avrigny's look implied, "I told you it would be so." Then +he slowly uttered these words, "Who is now dying in your +house? What new victim is going to accuse you of weakness +before God?" A mournful sob burst from Villefort's heart; he +approached the doctor, and seizing his arm, -- "Valentine," +said he, "it is Valentine's turn!" + +"Your daughter?" cried d'Avrigny with grief and surprise. + +"You see you were deceived," murmured the magistrate; "come +and see her, and on her bed of agony entreat her pardon for +having suspected her." + +"Each time you have applied to me," said the doctor, "it has +been too late; still I will go. But let us make haste, sir; +with the enemies you have to do with there is no time to be +lost." + +"Oh, this time, doctor, you shall not have to reproach me +with weakness. This time I will know the assassin, and will +pursue him." + +"Let us try first to save the victim before we think of +revenging her," said d'Avrigny. "Come." The same cabriolet +which had brought Villefort took them back at full speed, +and at this moment Morrel rapped at Monte Cristo's door. The +count was in his study and was reading with an angry look +something which Bertuccio had brought in haste. Hearing the +name of Morrel, who had left him only two hours before, the +count raised his head, arose, and sprang to meet him. "What +is the matter, Maximilian?" asked he; "you are pale, and the +perspiration rolls from your forehead." Morrel fell into a +chair. "Yes," said he, "I came quickly; I wanted to speak to +you." + +"Are all your family well?" asked the count, with an +affectionate benevolence, whose sincerity no one could for a +moment doubt. + +"Thank you, count -- thank you," said the young man, +evidently embarrassed how to begin the conversation; "yes, +every one in my family is well." + +"So much the better; yet you have something to tell me?" +replied the count with increased anxiety. + +"Yes," said Morrel, "it is true; I have but now left a house +where death has just entered, to run to you." + +"Are you then come from M. de Morcerf's?" asked Monte +Cristo. + +"No," said Morrel; "is some one dead in his house?" + +"The general has just blown his brains out," replied Monte +Cristo with great coolness. + +"Oh, what a dreadful event!" cried Maximilian. + +"Not for the countess, or for Albert," said Monte Cristo; "a +dead father or husband is better than a dishonored one, -- +blood washes out shame." + +"Poor countess," said Maximilian, "I pity her very much; she +is so noble a woman!" + +"Pity Albert also, Maximilian; for believe me he is the +worthy son of the countess. But let us return to yourself. +You have hastened to me -- can I have the happiness of being +useful to you?" + +"Yes, I need your help: that is I thought like a madman that +you could lend me your assistance in a case where God alone +can succor me." + +"Tell me what it is," replied Monte Cristo. + +"Oh," said Morrel, "I know not, indeed, if I may reveal this +secret to mortal ears, but fatality impels me, necessity +constrains me, count" -- Morrel hesitated. "Do you think I +love you?" said Monte Cristo, taking the young man's hand +affectionately in his. + +"Oh, you encourage me, and something tells me there," +placing his hand on his heart, "that I ought to have no +secret from you." + +"You are right, Morrel; God is speaking to your heart, and +your heart speaks to you. Tell me what it says." + +"Count, will you allow me to send Baptistin to inquire after +some one you know?" + +"I am at your service, and still more my servants." + +"Oh, I cannot live if she is not better." + +"Shall I ring for Baptistin?" + +"No, I will go and speak to him myself." Morrel went out, +called Baptistin, and whispered a few words to him. The +valet ran directly. "Well, have you sent?" asked Monte +Cristo, seeing Morrel return. + +"Yes, and now I shall be more calm." + +"You know I am waiting," said Monte Cristo, smiling. + +"Yes, and I will tell you. One evening I was in a garden; a +clump of trees concealed me; no one suspected I was there. +Two persons passed near me -- allow me to conceal their +names for the present; they were speaking in an undertone, +and yet I was so interested in what they said that I did not +lose a single word." + +"This is a gloomy introduction, if I may judge from your +pallor and shuddering, Morrel." + +"Oh, yes, very gloomy, my friend. Some one had just died in +the house to which that garden belonged. One of the persons +whose conversation I overheard was the master of the house; +the other, the physician. The former was confiding to the +latter his grief and fear, for it was the second time within +a month that death had suddenly and unexpectedly entered +that house which was apparently destined to destruction by +some exterminating angel, as an object of God's anger." + +"Ah, indeed?" said Monte Cristo, looking earnestly at the +young man, and by an imperceptible movement turning his +chair, so that he remained in the shade while the light fell +full on Maximilian's face. "Yes," continued Morrel, "death +had entered that house twice within one month." + +"And what did the doctor answer?" asked Monte Cristo. + +"He replied -- he replied, that the death was not a natural +one, and must be attributed" -- + +"To what?" + +"To poison." + +"Indeed?" said Monte Cristo with a slight cough which in +moments of extreme emotion helped him to disguise a blush, +or his pallor, or the intense interest with which he +listened; "indeed, Maximilian, did you hear that?" + +"Yes, my dear count, I heard it; and the doctor added that +if another death occurred in a similar way he must appeal to +justice." Monte Cristo listened, or appeared to do so, with +the greatest calmness. "Well," said Maximilian, "death came +a third time, and neither the master of the house nor the +doctor said a word. Death is now, perhaps, striking a fourth +blow. Count, what am I bound to do, being in possession of +this secret?" + +"My dear friend," said Monte Cristo, "you appear to be +relating an adventure which we all know by heart. I know the +house where you heard it, or one very similar to it; a house +with a garden, a master, a physician, and where there have +been three unexpected and sudden deaths. Well, I have not +intercepted your confidence, and yet I know all that as well +as you, and I have no conscientious scruples. No, it does +not concern me. You say an exterminating angel appears to +have devoted that house to God's anger -- well, who says +your supposition is not reality? Do not notice things which +those whose interest it is to see them pass over. If it is +God's justice, instead of his anger, which is walking +through that house, Maximilian, turn away your face and let +his justice accomplish its purpose." Morrel shuddered. There +was something mournful, solemn, and terrible in the count's +manner. "Besides," continued he, in so changed a tone that +no one would have supposed it was the same person speaking +-- "besides, who says that it will begin again?" + +"It has returned, count," exclaimed Morrel; "that is why I +hastened to you." + +"Well, what do you wish me to do? Do you wish me, for +instance, to give information to the procureur?" Monte +Cristo uttered the last words with so much meaning that +Morrel, starting up, cried out, "You know of whom I speak, +count, do you not?" + +"Perfectly well, my good friend; and I will prove it to you +by putting the dots to the `i,' or rather by naming the +persons. You were walking one evening in M. de Villefort's +garden; from what you relate, I suppose it to have been the +evening of Madame de Saint-Meran's death. You heard M. de +Villefort talking to M. d'Avrigny about the death of M. de +Saint-Meran, and that no less surprising, of the countess. +M. d'Avrigny said he believed they both proceeded from +poison; and you, honest man, have ever since been asking +your heart and sounding your conscience to know if you ought +to expose or conceal this secret. Why do you torment them? +`Conscience, what hast thou to do with me?' as Sterne said. +My dear fellow, let them sleep on, if they are asleep; let +them grow pale in their drowsiness, if they are disposed to +do so, and pray do you remain in peace, who have no remorse +to disturb you." Deep grief was depicted on Morrel's +features; he seized Monte Cristo's hand. "But it is +beginning again, I say!" + +"Well," said the Count, astonished at his perseverance, +which he could not understand, and looking still more +earnestly at Maximilian, "let it begin again, -- it is like +the house of the Atreidae;* God has condemned them, and they +must submit to their punishment. They will all disappear, +like the fabrics children build with cards, and which fall, +one by one, under the breath of their builder, even if there +are two hundred of them. Three months since it was M. de +Saint-Meran; Madame de Saint-Meran two months since; the +other day it was Barrois; to-day, the old Noirtier, or young +Valentine." + +* In the old Greek legend the Atreidae, or children of +Atreus, were doomed to punishment because of the abominable +crime of their father. The Agamemnon of Aeschylus is based +on this legend. + +"You knew it?" cried Morrel, in such a paroxysm of terror +that Monte Cristo started, -- he whom the falling heavens +would have found unmoved; "you knew it, and said nothing?" + +"And what is it to me?" replied Monte Cristo, shrugging his +shoulders; "do I know those people? and must I lose the one +to save the other? Faith, no, for between the culprit and +the victim I have no choice." + +"But I," cried Morrel, groaning with sorrow, "I love her!" + +"You love? -- whom?" cried Monte Cristo, starting to his +feet, and seizing the two hands which Morrel was raising +towards heaven. + +"I love most fondly -- I love madly -- I love as a man who +would give his life-blood to spare her a tear -- I love +Valentine de Villefort, who is being murdered at this +moment! Do you understand me? I love her; and I ask God and +you how I can save her?" Monte Cristo uttered a cry which +those only can conceive who have heard the roar of a wounded +lion. "Unhappy man," cried he, wringing his hands in his +turn; "you love Valentine, -- that daughter of an accursed +race!" Never had Morrel witnessed such an expression -- +never had so terrible an eye flashed before his face -- +never had the genius of terror he had so often seen, either +on the battle-field or in the murderous nights of Algeria, +shaken around him more dreadful fire. He drew back +terrified. + +As for Monte Cristo, after this ebullition he closed his +eyes as if dazzled by internal light. In a moment he +restrained himself so powerfully that the tempestuous +heaving of his breast subsided, as turbulent and foaming +waves yield to the sun's genial influence when the cloud has +passed. This silence, self-control, and struggle lasted +about twenty seconds, then the count raised his pallid face. +"See," said he, "my dear friend, how God punishes the most +thoughtless and unfeeling men for their indifference, by +presenting dreadful scenes to their view. I, who was looking +on, an eager and curious spectator, -- I, who was watching +the working of this mournful tragedy, -- I, who like a +wicked angel was laughing at the evil men committed +protected by secrecy (a secret is easily kept by the rich +and powerful), I am in my turn bitten by the serpent whose +tortuous course I was watching, and bitten to the heart!" + +Morrel groaned. "Come, come," continued the count, +"complaints are unavailing, be a man, be strong, be full of +hope, for I am here and will watch over you." Morrel shook +his head sorrowfully. "I tell you to hope. Do you understand +me?" cried Monte Cristo. "Remember that I never uttered a +falsehood and am never deceived. It is twelve o'clock, +Maximilian; thank heaven that you came at noon rather than +in the evening, or to-morrow morning. Listen, Morrel -- it +is noon; if Valentine is not now dead, she will not die." + +"How so?" cried Morrel, "when I left her dying?" Monte +Cristo pressed his hands to his forehead. What was passing +in that brain, so loaded with dreadful secrets? What does +the angel of light or the angel of darkness say to that +mind, at once implacable and generous? God only knows. + +Monte Cristo raised his head once more, and this time he was +calm as a child awaking from its sleep. "Maximilian," said +he, "return home. I command you not to stir -- attempt +nothing, not to let your countenance betray a thought, and I +will send you tidings. Go." + +"Oh, count, you overwhelm me with that coolness. Have you, +then, power against death? Are you superhuman? Are you an +angel?" And the young man, who had never shrunk from danger, +shrank before Monte Cristo with indescribable terror. But +Monte Cristo looked at him with so melancholy and sweet a +smile, that Maximilian felt the tears filling his eyes. "I +can do much for you, my friend," replied the count. "Go; I +must be alone." Morrel, subdued by the extraordinary +ascendancy Monte Cristo exercised over everything around +him, did not endeavor to resist it. He pressed the count's +hand and left. He stopped one moment at the door for +Baptistin, whom he saw in the Rue Matignon, and who was +running. + +Meanwhile, Villefort and d'Avrigny had made all possible +haste, Valentine had not revived from her fainting fit on +their arrival, and the doctor examined the invalid with all +the care the circumstances demanded, and with an interest +which the knowledge of the secret intensified twofold. +Villefort, closely watching his countenance and his lips, +awaited the result of the examination. Noirtier, paler than +even the young girl, more eager than Villefort for the +decision, was watching also intently and affectionately. At +last d'Avrigny slowly uttered these words: -- "she is still +alive!" + +"Still?" cried Villefort; "oh, doctor, what a dreadful word +is that." + +"Yes," said the physician, "I repeat it; she is still alive, +and I am astonished at it." + +"But is she safe?" asked the father. + +"Yes, since she lives." At that moment d'Avrigny's glance +met Noirtier's eye. It glistened with such extraordinary +joy, so rich and full of thought, that the physician was +struck. He placed the young girl again on the chair, -- her +lips were scarcely discernible, they were so pale and white, +as well as her whole face, -- and remained motionless, +looking at Noirtier, who appeared to anticipate and commend +all he did. "Sir," said d'Avrigny to Villefort, "call +Mademoiselle Valentine's maid, if you please." Villefort +went himself to find her; and d'Avrigny approached Noirtier. +"Have you something to tell me?" asked he. The old man +winked his eyes expressively, which we may remember was his +only way of expressing his approval. + +"Privately?" + +"Yes." + +"Well, I will remain with you." At this moment Villefort +returned, followed by the lady's maid; and after her came +Madame de Villefort. + +"What is the matter, then, with this dear child? she has +just left me, and she complained of being indisposed, but I +did not think seriously of it." The young woman with tears +in her eyes and every mark of affection of a true mother, +approached Valentine and took her hand. D'Avrigny continued +to look at Noirtier; he saw the eyes of the old man dilate +and become round, his cheeks turn pale and tremble; the +perspiration stood in drops upon his forehead. "Ah," said +he, involuntarily following Noirtier's eyes, which were +fixed on Madame de Villefort, who repeated, -- "This poor +child would be better in bed. Come, Fanny, we will put her +to bed." M. d'Avrigny, who saw that would be a means of his +remaining alone with Noirtier, expressed his opinion that it +was the best thing that could be done; but he forbade that +anything should be given to her except what he ordered. + +They carried Valentine away; she had revived, but could +scarcely move or speak, so shaken was her frame by the +attack. She had, however, just power to give one parting +look to her grandfather, who in losing her seemed to be +resigning his very soul. D'Avrigny followed the invalid, +wrote a prescription, ordered Villefort to take a cabriolet, +go in person to a chemist's to get the prescribed medicine, +bring it himself, and wait for him in his daughter's room. +Then, having renewed his injunction not to give Valentine +anything, he went down again to Noirtier, shut the doors +carefully, and after convincing himself that no one was +listening, -- "Do you," said he, "know anything of this +young lady's illness?" + +"Yes," said the old man. + +"We have no time to lose; I will question, and do you answer +me." Noirtier made a sign that he was ready to answer. "Did +you anticipate the accident which has happened to your +granddaughter?" + +"Yes." D'Avrigny reflected a moment; then approaching +Noirtier, -- "Pardon what I am going to say," added he, "but +no indication should be neglected in this terrible +situation. Did you see poor Barrois die?" Noirtier raised +his eyes to heaven. "Do you know of what he died!" asked +d'Avrigny, placing his hand on Noirtier's shoulder. + +"Yes," replied the old man. + +"Do you think he died a natural death?" A sort of smile was +discernible on the motionless lips of Noirtier. + +"Then you have thought that Barrois was poisoned?" + +"Yes." + +"Do you think the poison he fell a victim to was intended +for him?" + +"No." + +"Do you think the same hand which unintentionally struck +Barrois has now attacked Valentine?" + +"Yes." + +"Then will she die too?" asked d'Avrigny, fixing his +penetrating gaze on Noirtier. He watched the effect of this +question on the old man. "No," replied he with an air of +triumph which would have puzzled the most clever diviner. +"Then you hope?" said d'Avrigny, with surprise. + +"Yes." + +"What do you hope?" The old man made him understand with his +eyes that he could not answer. "Ah, yes, it is true," +murmured d'Avrigny. Then, turning to Noirtier, -- "Do you +hope the assassin will be tried?" + +"No." + +"Then you hope the poison will take no effect on Valentine?" + +"Yes." + +"It is no news to you," added d'Avrigny, "to tell you that +an attempt has been made to poison her?" The old man made a +sign that he entertained no doubt upon the subject. "Then +how do you hope Valentine will escape?" Noirtier kept his +eyes steadfastly fixed on the same spot. D'Avrigny followed +the direction and saw that they were fixed on a bottle +containing the mixture which he took every morning. "Ah, +indeed?" said d'Avrigny, struck with a sudden thought, "has +it occurred to you" -- Noirtier did not let him finish. +"Yes," said he. "To prepare her system to resist poison?" + +"Yes." + +"By accustoming her by degrees" -- + +"Yes, yes, yes," said Noirtier, delighted to be understood. + +"Of course. I had told you that there was brucine in the +mixture I give you." + +"Yes." + +"And by accustoming her to that poison, you have endeavored +to neutralize the effect of a similar poison?" Noirtier's +joy continued. "And you have succeeded," exclaimed +d'Avrigny. "Without that precaution Valentine would have +died before assistance could have been procured. The dose +has been excessive, but she has only been shaken by it; and +this time, at any rate, Valentine will not die." A +superhuman joy expanded the old man's eyes, which were +raised towards heaven with an expression of infinite +gratitude. At this moment Villefort returned. "Here, +doctor," said he, "is what you sent me for." + +"Was this prepared in your presence?" + +"Yes," replied the procureur. + +"Have you not let it go out of your hands?" + +"No." D'Avrigny took the bottle, poured some drops of the +mixture it contained in the hollow of his hand, and +swallowed them. "Well," said he, "let us go to Valentine; I +will give instructions to every one, and you, M. de +Villefort, will yourself see that no one deviates from +them." + +At the moment when d'Avrigny was returning to Valentine's +room, accompanied by Villefort, an Italian priest, of +serious demeanor and calm and firm tone, hired for his use +the house adjoining the hotel of M. de Villefort. No one +knew how the three former tenants of that house left it. +About two hours afterwards its foundation was reported to be +unsafe; but the report did not prevent the new occupant +establishing himself there with his modest furniture the +same day at five o'clock. The lease was drawn up for three, +six, or nine years by the new tenant, who, according to the +rule of the proprietor, paid six months in advance. This new +tenant, who, as we have said, was an Italian, was called Il +Signor Giacomo Busoni. Workmen were immediately called in, +and that same night the passengers at the end of the +faubourg saw with surprise that carpenters and masons were +occupied in repairing the lower part of the tottering house. + + + +Chapter 95 +Father and Daughter. + +We saw in a preceding chapter how Madame Danglars went +formally to announce to Madame de Villefort the approaching +marriage of Eugenie Danglars and M. Andrea Cavalcanti. This +announcement, which implied or appeared to imply, the +approval of all the persons concerned in this momentous +affair, had been preceded by a scene to which our readers +must be admitted. We beg them to take one step backward, and +to transport themselves, the morning of that day of great +catastrophes, into the showy, gilded salon we have before +shown them, and which was the pride of its owner, Baron +Danglars. In this room, at about ten o'clock in the morning, +the banker himself had been walking to and fro for some +minutes thoughtfully and in evident uneasiness, watching +both doors, and listening to every sound. When his patience +was exhausted, he called his valet. "Etienne," said he, "see +why Mademoiselle Eugenie has asked me to meet her in the +drawing-room, and why she makes me wait so long." + +Having given this vent to his ill-humor, the baron became +more calm; Mademoiselle Danglars had that morning requested +an interview with her father, and had fixed on the gilded +drawing-room as the spot. The singularity of this step, and +above all its formality, had not a little surprised the +banker, who had immediately obeyed his daughter by repairing +first to the drawing-room. Etienne soon returned from his +errand. "Mademoiselle's lady's maid says, sir, that +mademoiselle is finishing her toilette, and will be here +shortly." + +Danglars nodded, to signify that he was satisfied. To the +world and to his servants Danglars assumed the character of +the good-natured man and the indulgent father. This was one +of his parts in the popular comedy he was performing, -- a +make-up he had adopted and which suited him about as well as +the masks worn on the classic stage by paternal actors, who +seen from one side, were the image of geniality, and from +the other showed lips drawn down in chronic ill-temper. Let +us hasten to say that in private the genial side descended +to the level of the other, so that generally the indulgent +man disappeared to give place to the brutal husband and +domineering father. "Why the devil does that foolish girl, +who pretends to wish to speak to me, not come into my study? +and why on earth does she want to speak to me at all?" + +He was turning this thought over in his brain for the +twentieth time, when the door opened and Eugenie appeared, +attired in a figured black satin dress, her hair dressed and +gloves on, as if she were going to the Italian Opera. "Well, +Eugenie, what is it you want with me? and why in this solemn +drawing-room when the study is so comfortable?" + +"I quite understand why you ask, sir," said Eugenie, making +a sign that her father might be seated, "and in fact your +two questions suggest fully the theme of our conversation. I +will answer them both, and contrary to the usual method, the +last first, because it is the least difficult. I have chosen +the drawing-room, sir, as our place of meeting, in order to +avoid the disagreeable impressions and influences of a +banker's study. Those gilded cashbooks, drawers locked like +gates of fortresses, heaps of bank-bills, come from I know +not where, and the quantities of letters from England, +Holland, Spain, India, China, and Peru, have generally a +strange influence on a father's mind, and make him forget +that there is in the world an interest greater and more +sacred than the good opinion of his correspondents. I have, +therefore, chosen this drawing-room, where you see, smiling +and happy in their magnificent frames, your portrait, mine, +my mother's, and all sorts of rural landscapes and touching +pastorals. I rely much on external impressions; perhaps, +with regard to you, they are immaterial, but I should be no +artist if I had not some fancies." + +"Very well," replied M. Danglars, who had listened to all +this preamble with imperturbable coolness, but without +understanding a word, since like every man burdened with +thoughts of the past, he was occupied with seeking the +thread of his own ideas in those of the speaker. + +"There is, then, the second point cleared up, or nearly so," +said Eugenie, without the least confusion, and with that +masculine pointedness which distinguished her gesture and +her language; "and you appear satisfied with the +explanation. Now, let us return to the first. You ask me why +I have requested this interview; I will tell you in two +words, sir; I will not marry count Andrea Cavalcanti." + +Danglars leaped from his chair and raised his eyes and arms +towards heaven. + +"Yes, indeed, sir," continued Eugenie, still quite calm; +"you are astonished, I see; for since this little affair +began, I have not manifested the slightest opposition, and +yet I am always sure, when the opportunity arrives, to +oppose a determined and absolute will to people who have not +consulted me, and things which displease me. However, this +time, my tranquillity, or passiveness as philosophers say, +proceeded from another source; it proceeded from a wish, +like a submissive and devoted daughter" (a slight smile was +observable on the purple lips of the young girl), "to +practice obedience." + +"Well?" asked Danglars. + +"Well, sir," replied Eugenie, "I have tried to the very last +and now that the moment has come, I feel in spite of all my +efforts that it is impossible." + +"But," said Danglars, whose weak mind was at first quite +overwhelmed with the weight of this pitiless logic, marking +evident premeditation and force of will, "what is your +reason for this refusal, Eugenie? what reason do you +assign?" + +"My reason?" replied the young girl. "Well, it is not that +the man is more ugly, more foolish, or more disagreeable +than any other; no, M. Andrea Cavalcanti may appear to those +who look at men's faces and figures as a very good specimen +of his kind. It is not, either, that my heart is less +touched by him than any other; that would be a schoolgirl's +reason, which I consider quite beneath me. I actually love +no one, sir; you know it, do you not? I do not then see why, +without real necessity, I should encumber my life with a +perpetual companion. Has not some sage said, `Nothing too +much'? and another, `I carry all my effects with me'? I have +been taught these two aphorisms in Latin and in Greek; one +is, I believe, from Phaedrus, and the other from Bias. Well, +my dear father, in the shipwreck of life -- for life is an +eternal shipwreck of our hopes -- I cast into the sea my +useless encumbrance, that is all, and I remain with my own +will, disposed to live perfectly alone, and consequently +perfectly free." + +"Unhappy girl, unhappy girl!" murmured Danglars, turning +pale, for he knew from long experience the solidity of the +obstacle he had so suddenly encountered. + +"Unhappy girl," replied Eugenie, "unhappy girl, do you say, +sir? No, indeed; the exclamation appears quite theatrical +and affected. Happy, on the contrary, for what am I in want +of! The world calls me beautiful. It is something to be well +received. I like a favorable reception; it expands the +countenance, and those around me do not then appear so ugly. +I possess a share of wit, and a certain relative +sensibility, which enables me to draw from life in general, +for the support of mine, all I meet with that is good, like +the monkey who cracks the nut to get at its contents. I am +rich, for you have one of the first fortunes in France. I am +your only daughter, and you are not so exacting as the +fathers of the Porte Saint-Martin and Gaiete, who disinherit +their daughters for not giving them grandchildren. Besides, +the provident law has deprived you of the power to +disinherit me, at least entirely, as it has also of the +power to compel me to marry Monsieur This or Monsieur That. +And so -- being, beautiful, witty, somewhat talented, as the +comic operas say, and rich -- and that is happiness, sir -- +why do you call me unhappy?" + +Danglars, seeing his daughter smiling, and proud even to +insolence, could not entirely repress his brutal feelings, +but they betrayed themselves only by an exclamation. Under +the fixed and inquiring gaze levelled at him from under +those beautiful black eyebrows, he prudently turned away, +and calmed himself immediately, daunted by the power of a +resolute mind. "Truly, my daughter," replied he with a +smile, "you are all you boast of being, excepting one thing; +I will not too hastily tell you which, but would rather +leave you to guess it." Eugenie looked at Danglars, much +surprised that one flower of her crown of pride, with which +she had so superbly decked herself, should be disputed. "My +daughter," continued the banker, "you have perfectly +explained to me the sentiments which influence a girl like +you, who is determined she will not marry; now it remains +for me to tell you the motives of a father like me, who has +decided that his daughter shall marry." Eugenie bowed, not +as a submissive daughter, but as an adversary prepared for a +discussion. + +"My daughter," continued Danglars, "when a father asks his +daughter to choose a husband, he has always some reason for +wishing her to marry. Some are affected with the mania of +which you spoke just now, that of living again in their +grandchildren. This is not my weakness, I tell you at once; +family joys have no charm for me. I may acknowledge this to +a daughter whom I know to be philosophical enough to +understand my indifference, and not to impute it to me as a +crime." + +"This is not to the purpose," said Eugenie; "let us speak +candidly, sir; I admire candor." + +"Oh," said Danglars, "I can, when circumstances render it +desirable, adopt your system, although it may not be my +general practice. I will therefore proceed. I have proposed +to you to marry, not for your sake, for indeed I did not +think of you in the least at the moment (you admire candor, +and will now be satisfied, I hope); but because it suited me +to marry you as soon as possible, on account of certain +commercial speculations I am desirous of entering into." +Eugenie became uneasy. + +"It is just as I tell you, I assure you, and you must not be +angry with me, for you have sought this disclosure. I do not +willingly enter into arithmetical explanations with an +artist like you, who fears to enter my study lest she should +imbibe disagreeable or anti-poetic impressions and +sensations. But in that same banker's study, where you very +willingly presented yourself yesterday to ask for the +thousand francs I give you monthly for pocket-money, you +must know, my dear young lady, that many things may be +learned, useful even to a girl who will not marry. There one +may learn, for instance, what, out of regard to your nervous +susceptibility, I will inform you of in the drawing-room, +namely, that the credit of a banker is his physical and +moral life; that credit sustains him as breath animates the +body; and M. de Monte Cristo once gave me a lecture on that +subject, which I have never forgotten. There we may learn +that as credit sinks, the body becomes a corpse, and this is +what must happen very soon to the banker who is proud to own +so good a logician as you for his daughter." But Eugenie, +instead of stooping, drew herself up under the blow. +"Ruined?" said she. + +"Exactly, my daughter; that is precisely what I mean," said +Danglars, almost digging his nails into his breast, while he +preserved on his harsh features the smile of the heartless +though clever man; "ruined -- yes, that is it." + +"Ah!" said Eugenie. + +"Yes, ruined! Now it is revealed, this secret so full of +horror, as the tragic poet says. Now, my daughter, learn +from my lips how you may alleviate this misfortune, so far +as it will affect you." + +"Oh," cried Eugenie, "you are a bad physiognomist, if you +imagine I deplore on my own account the catastrophe of which +you warn me. I ruined? and what will that signify to me? +Have I not my talent left? Can I not, like Pasta, Malibran, +Grisi, acquire for myself what you would never have given +me, whatever might have been your fortune, a hundred or a +hundred and fifty thousand livres per annum, for which I +shall be indebted to no one but myself; and which, instead +of being given as you gave me those poor twelve thousand +francs, with sour looks and reproaches for my prodigality, +will be accompanied with acclamations, with bravos, and with +flowers? And if I do not possess that talent, which your +smiles prove to me you doubt, should I not still have that +ardent love of independence, which will be a substitute for +wealth, and which in my mind supersedes even the instinct of +self-preservation? No, I grieve not on my own account, I +shall always find a resource; my books, my pencils, my +piano, all the things which cost but little, and which I +shall be able to procure, will remain my own. + +"Do you think that I sorrow for Madame Danglars? Undeceive +yourself again; either I am greatly mistaken, or she has +provided against the catastrophe which threatens you, and, +which will pass over without affecting her. She has taken +care for herself, -- at least I hope so, -- for her +attention has not been diverted from her projects by +watching over me. She has fostered my independence by +professedly indulging my love for liberty. Oh, no, sir; from +my childhood I have seen too much, and understood too much, +of what has passed around me, for misfortune to have an +undue power over me. From my earliest recollections, I have +been beloved by no one -- so much the worse; that has +naturally led me to love no one -- so much the better -- now +you have my profession of faith." + +"Then," said Danglars, pale with anger, which was not at all +due to offended paternal love, -- "then, mademoiselle, you +persist in your determination to accelerate my ruin?" + +"Your ruin? I accelerate your ruin? What do you mean? I do +not understand you." + +"So much the better, I have a ray of hope left; listen." + +"I am all attention," said Eugenie, looking so earnestly at +her father that it was an effort for the latter to endure +her unrelenting gaze. + +"M. Cavalcanti," continued Danglars, "is about to marry you, +and will place in my hands his fortune, amounting to three +million livres." + +"That is admirable!" said Eugenie with sovereign contempt, +smoothing her gloves out one upon the other. + +"You think I shall deprive you of those three millions," +said Danglars; "but do not fear it. They are destined to +produce at least ten. I and a brother banker have obtained a +grant of a railway, the only industrial enterprise which in +these days promises to make good the fabulous prospects that +Law once held out to the eternally deluded Parisians, in the +fantastic Mississippi scheme. As I look at it, a millionth +part of a railway is worth fully as much as an acre of waste +land on the banks of the Ohio. We make in our case a +deposit, on a mortgage, which is an advance, as you see, +since we gain at least ten, fifteen, twenty, or a hundred +livres' worth of iron in exchange for our money. Well, +within a week I am to deposit four millions for my share; +the four millions, I promise you, will produce ten or +twelve." + +"But during my visit to you the day before yesterday, sir, +which you appear to recollect so well," replied Eugenie, "I +saw you arranging a deposit -- is not that the term? -- of +five millions and a half; you even pointed it out to me in +two drafts on the treasury, and you were astonished that so +valuable a paper did not dazzle my eyes like lightning." + +"Yes, but those five millions and a half are not mine, and +are only a proof of the great confidence placed in me; my +title of popular banker has gained me the confidence of +charitable institutions, and the five millions and a half +belong to them; at any other time I should not have +hesitated to make use of them, but the great losses I have +recently sustained are well known, and, as I told you, my +credit is rather shaken. That deposit may be at any moment +withdrawn, and if I had employed it for another purpose, I +should bring on me a disgraceful bankruptcy. I do not +despise bankruptcies, believe me, but they must be those +which enrich, not those which ruin. Now, if you marry M. +Cavalcanti, and I get the three millions, or even if it is +thought I am going to get them, my credit will be restored, +and my fortune, which for the last month or two has been +swallowed up in gulfs which have been opened in my path by +an inconceivable fatality, will revive. Do you understand +me?" + +"Perfectly; you pledge me for three millions, do you not?" + +"The greater the amount, the more flattering it is to you; +it gives you an idea of your value." + +"Thank you. One word more, sir; do you promise me to make +what use you can of the report of the fortune M. Cavalcanti +will bring without touching the money? This is no act of +selfishness, but of delicacy. I am willing to help rebuild +your fortune, but I will not be an accomplice in the ruin of +others." + +"But since I tell you," cried Danglars, "that with these +three million" -- + +"Do you expect to recover your position, sir, without +touching those three million?" + +"I hope so, if the marriage should take place and confirm my +credit." + +"Shall you be able to pay M. Cavalcanti the five hundred +thousand francs you promise for my dowry?" + +"He shall receive then on returning from the mayor's."* + +* The performance of the civil marriage. + +"Very well!" + +"What next? what more do you want?" + +"I wish to know if, in demanding my signature, you leave me +entirely free in my person?" + +"Absolutely." + +"Then, as I said before, sir, -- very well; I am ready to +marry M. Cavalcanti." + +"But what are you up to?" + +"Ah, that is my affair. What advantage should I have over +you, if knowing your secret I were to tell you mine?" +Danglars bit his lips. "Then," said he, "you are ready to +pay the official visits, which are absolutely +indispensable?" + +"Yes," replied Eugenie. + +"And to sign the contract in three days?" + +"Yes." + +"Then, in my turn, I also say, very well!" Danglars pressed +his daughter's hand in his. But, extraordinary to relate, +the father did not say, "Thank you, my child," nor did the +daughter smile at her father. "Is the conference ended?" +asked Eugenie, rising. Danglars motioned that he had nothing +more to say. Five minutes afterwards the piano resounded to +the touch of Mademoiselle d'Armilly's fingers, and +Mademoiselle Danglars was singing Brabantio's malediction on +Desdemona. At the end of the piece Etienne entered, and +announced to Eugenie that the horses were in the carriage, +and that the baroness was waiting for her to pay her visits. +We have seen them at Villefort's; they proceeded then on +their course. + + + +Chapter 96 +The Contract. + +Three days after the scene we have just described, namely +towards five o'clock in the afternoon of the day fixed for +the signature of the contract between Mademoiselle Eugenie +Danglars and Andrea Cavalcanti, -- whom the banker persisted +in calling prince, -- a fresh breeze was stirring the leaves +in the little garden in front of the Count of Monte Cristo's +house, and the count was preparing to go out. While his +horses were impatiently pawing the ground, -- held in by the +coachman, who had been seated a quarter of an hour on his +box, -- the elegant phaeton with which we are familiar +rapidly turned the angle of the entrance-gate, and cast out +on the doorsteps M. Andrea Cavalcanti, as decked up and gay +as if he were going to marry a princess. He inquired after +the count with his usual familiarity, and ascending lightly +to the second story met him at the top of the stairs. The +count stopped on seeing the young man. As for Andrea, he was +launched, and when he was once launched nothing stopped him. +"Ah, good morning, my dear count," said he. "Ah, M. Andrea," +said the latter, with his half-jesting tone; "how do you +do." + +"Charmingly, as you see. I am come to talk to you about a +thousand things; but, first tell me, were you going out or +just returned?" + +"I was going out, sir." + +"Then, in order not to hinder you, I will get up with you if +you please in your carriage, and Tom shall follow with my +phaeton in tow." + +"No," said the count, with an imperceptible smile of +contempt, for he had no wish to be seen in the young man's +society, -- "no; I prefer listening to you here, my dear M. +Andrea; we can chat better in-doors, and there is no +coachman to overhear our conversation." The count returned +to a small drawing-room on the first floor, sat down, and +crossing his legs motioned to the young man to take a seat +also. Andrea assumed his gayest manner. "You know, my dear +count," said he, "the ceremony is to take place this +evening. At nine o'clock the contract is to be signed at my +father-in-law's." + +"Ah, indeed?" said Monte Cristo. + +"What; is it news to you? Has not M. Danglars informed you +of the ceremony?" + +"Oh, yes," said the count; "I received a letter from him +yesterday, but I do not think the hour was mentioned." + +"Possibly my father-in-law trusted to its general +notoriety." + +"Well," said Monte Cristo, "you are fortunate, M. +Cavalcanti; it is a most suitable alliance you are +contracting, and Mademoiselle Danglars is a handsome girl." + +"Yes, indeed she is," replied Cavalcanti, in a very modest +tone. + +"Above all, she is very rich, -- at least, I believe so," +said Monte Cristo. + +"Very rich, do you think?" replied the young man. + +"Doubtless; it is said M. Danglars conceals at least half of +his fortune." + +"And he acknowledges fifteen or twenty millions," said +Andrea with a look sparkling with joy. + +"Without reckoning," added Monte Cristo, "that he is on the +eve of entering into a sort of speculation already in vogue +in the United States and in England, but quite novel in +France." + +"Yes, yes, I know what you mean, -- the railway, of which he +has obtained the grant, is it not?" + +"Precisely; it is generally believed he will gain ten +millions by that affair." + +"Ten millions! Do you think so? It is magnificent!" said +Cavalcanti, who was quite confounded at the metallic sound +of these golden words. "Without reckoning," replied Monte +Cristo, "that all his fortune will come to you, and justly +too, since Mademoiselle Danglars is an only daughter. +Besides, your own fortune, as your father assured me, is +almost equal to that of your betrothed. But enough of money +matters. Do you know, M. Andrea, I think you have managed +this affair rather skilfully?" + +"Not badly, by any means," said the young man; "I was born +for a diplomatist." + +"Well, you must become a diplomatist; diplomacy, you know, +is something that is not to be acquired; it is instinctive. +Have you lost your heart?" + +"Indeed, I fear it," replied Andrea, in the tone in which he +had heard Dorante or Valere reply to Alceste* at the Theatre +Francais. + +"Is your love returned?" + +* In Moliere's comedy, Le Misanthrope. + +"I suppose so," said Andrea with a triumphant smile, "since +I am accepted. But I must not forget one grand point." + +"Which?" + +"That I have been singularly assisted." + +"Nonsense." + +"I have, indeed." + +"By circumstances?" + +"No; by you." + +"By me? Not at all, prince," said Monte Cristo laying a +marked stress on the title, "what have I done for you? Are +not your name, your social position, and your merit +sufficient?" + +"No," said Andrea, -- "no; it is useless for you to say so, +count. I maintain that the position of a man like you has +done more than my name, my social position, and my merit." + +"You are completely mistaken, sir," said Monte Cristo +coldly, who felt the perfidious manoeuvre of the young man, +and understood the bearing of his words; "you only acquired +my protection after the influence and fortune of your father +had been ascertained; for, after all, who procured for me, +who had never seen either you or your illustrious father, +the pleasure of your acquaintance? -- two of my good +friends, Lord Wilmore and the Abbe Busoni. What encouraged +me not to become your surety, but to patronize you? -- your +father's name, so well known in Italy and so highly honored. +Personally, I do not know you." This calm tone and perfect +ease made Andrea feel that he was, for the moment, +restrained by a more muscular hand than his own, and that +the restraint could not be easily broken through. + +"Oh, then my father has really a very large fortune, count?" + +"It appears so, sir," replied Monte Cristo. + +"Do you know if the marriage settlement he promised me has +come?" + +"I have been advised of it." + +"But the three millions?" + +"The three millions are probably on the road." + +"Then I shall really have them?" + +"Oh, well," said the count, "I do not think you have yet +known the want of money." Andrea was so surprised that he +pondered the matter for a moment. Then, arousing from his +revery, -- "Now, sir, I have one request to make to you, +which you will understand, even if it should be disagreeable +to you." + +"Proceed," said Monte Cristo. + +"I have formed an acquaintance, thanks to my good fortune, +with many noted persons, and have, at least for the moment, +a crowd of friends. But marrying, as I am about to do, +before all Paris, I ought to be supported by an illustrious +name, and in the absence of the paternal hand some powerful +one ought to lead me to the altar; now, my father is not +coming to Paris, is he? He is old, covered with wounds, and +suffers dreadfully, he says, in travelling." + +"Indeed?" + +"Well, I am come to ask a favor of you." + +"Of me?" + +"Yes, of you." + +"And pray what may it be?" + +"Well, to take his part." + +"Ah, my dear sir! What? -- after the varied relations I have +had the happiness to sustain towards you, can it be that you +know me so little as to ask such a thing? Ask me to lend you +half a million and, although such a loan is somewhat rare, +on my honor, you would annoy me less! Know, then, what I +thought I had already told you, that in participation in +this world's affairs, more especially in their moral +aspects, the Count of Monte Cristo has never ceased to +entertain the scruples and even the superstitions of the +East. I, who have a seraglio at Cairo, one at Smyrna, and +one at Constantinople, preside at a wedding? -- never!" + +"Then you refuse me?" + +"Decidedly; and were you my son or my brother I would refuse +you in the same way." + +"But what must be done?" said Andrea, disappointed. + +"You said just now that you had a hundred friends." + +"Very true, but you introduced me at M. Danglars'." + +"Not at all! Let us recall the exact facts. You met him at a +dinner party at my house, and you introduced yourself at his +house; that is a totally different affair." + +"Yes, but, by my marriage, you have forwarded that." + +"I? -- not in the least, I beg you to believe. Recollect +what I told you when you asked me to propose you. `Oh, I +never make matches, my dear prince, it is my settled +principle.'" Andrea bit his lips. + +"But, at least, you will be there?" + +"Will all Paris be there?" + +"Oh, certainly." + +"Well, like all Paris, I shall be there too," said the +count. + +"And will you sign the contract?" + +"I see no objection to that; my scruples do not go thus +far." + +"Well, since you will grant me no more, I must be content +with what you give me. But one word more, count." + +"What is it?" + +"Advice." + +"Be careful; advice is worse than a service." + +"Oh, you can give me this without compromising yourself." + +"Tell me what it is." + +"Is my wife's fortune five hundred thousand livres?" + +"That is the sum M. Danglars himself announced." + +"Must I receive it, or leave it in the hands of the notary?" + +"This is the way such affairs are generally arranged when it +is wished to do them stylishly: Your two solicitors appoint +a meeting, when the contract is signed, for the next or the +following day; then they exchange the two portions, for +which they each give a receipt; then, when the marriage is +celebrated, they place the amount at your disposal as the +chief member of the alliance." + +"Because," said Andrea, with a certain ill-concealed +uneasiness, "I thought I heard my father-in-law say that he +intended embarking our property in that famous railway +affair of which you spoke just now." + +"Well," replied Monte Cristo, "it will be the way, everybody +says, of trebling your fortune in twelve months. Baron +Danglars is a good father, and knows how to calculate." + +"In that case," said Andrea, "everything is all right, +excepting your refusal, which quite grieves me." + +"You must attribute it only to natural scruples under +similar circumstances." + +"Well," said Andrea, "let it be as you wish. This evening, +then, at nine o'clock." + +"Adieu till then." Notwithstanding a slight resistance on +the part of Monte Cristo, whose lips turned pale, but who +preserved his ceremonious smile, Andrea seized the count's +hand, pressed it, jumped into his phaeton, and disappeared. + +The four or five remaining hours before nine o'clock +arrived, Andrea employed in riding, paying visits, -- +designed to induce those of whom he had spoken to appear at +the banker's in their gayest equipages, -- dazzling them by +promises of shares in schemes which have since turned every +brain, and in which Danglars was just taking the initiative. +In fact, at half-past eight in the evening the grand salon, +the gallery adjoining, and the three other drawing-rooms on +the same floor, were filled with a perfumed crowd, who +sympathized but little in the event, but who all +participated in that love of being present wherever there is +anything fresh to be seen. An Academician would say that the +entertainments of the fashionable world are collections of +flowers which attract inconstant butterflies, famished bees, +and buzzing drones. + +No one could deny that the rooms were splendidly +illuminated; the light streamed forth on the gilt mouldings +and the silk hangings; and all the bad taste of decorations, +which had only their richness to boast of, shone in its +splendor. Mademoiselle Eugenie was dressed with elegant +simplicity in a figured white silk dress, and a white rose +half concealed in her jet black hair was her only ornament, +unaccompanied by a single jewel. Her eyes, however, betrayed +that perfect confidence which contradicted the girlish +simplicity of this modest attire. Madame Danglars was +chatting at a short distance with Debray, Beauchamp, and +Chateau-Renaud. + +Debray was admitted to the house for this grand ceremony, +but on the same plane with every one else, and without any +particular privilege. M. Danglars, surrounded by deputies +and men connected with the revenue, was explaining a new +theory of taxation which he intended to adopt when the +course of events had compelled the government to call him +into the ministry. Andrea, on whose arm hung one of the most +consummate dandies of the opera, was explaining to him +rather cleverly, since he was obliged to be bold to appear +at ease, his future projects, and the new luxuries he meant +to introduce to Parisian fashions with his hundred and +seventy-five thousand livres per annum. + +The crowd moved to and fro in the rooms like an ebb and flow +of turquoises, rubies, emeralds, opals, and diamonds. As +usual, the oldest women were the most decorated, and the +ugliest the most conspicuous. If there was a beautiful lily, +or a sweet rose, you had to search for it, concealed in some +corner behind a mother with a turban, or an aunt with a bird +of paradise. + +At each moment, in the midst of the crowd, the buzzing, and +the laughter, the door-keeper's voice was heard announcing +some name well known in the financial department, respected +in the army, or illustrious in the literary world, and which +was acknowledged by a slight movement in the different +groups. But for one whose privilege it was to agitate that +ocean of human waves, how many were received with a look of +indifference or a sneer of disdain! At the moment when the +hand of the massive time-piece, representing Endymion +asleep, pointed to nine on its golden face, and the hammer, +the faithful type of mechanical thought, struck nine times, +the name of the Count of Monte Cristo resounded in its turn, +and as if by an electric shock all the assembly turned +towards the door. + +The count was dressed in black and with his habitual +simplicity; his white waistcoat displayed his expansive +noble chest and his black stock was singularly noticeable +because of its contrast with the deadly paleness of his +face. His only jewellery was a chain, so fine that the +slender gold thread was scarcely perceptible on his white +waistcoat. A circle was immediately formed around the door. +The count perceived at one glance Madame Danglars at one end +of the drawing-room, M. Danglars at the other, and Eugenie +in front of him. He first advanced towards the baroness, who +was chatting with Madame de Villefort, who had come alone, +Valentine being still an invalid; and without turning aside, +so clear was the road left for him, he passed from the +baroness to Eugenie, whom he complimented in such rapid and +measured terms, that the proud artist was quite struck. Near +her was Mademoiselle Louise d'Armilly, who thanked the count +for the letters of introduction he had so kindly given her +for Italy, which she intended immediately to make use of. On +leaving these ladies he found himself with Danglars, who had +advanced to meet him. + +Having accomplished these three social duties, Monte Cristo +stopped, looking around him with that expression peculiar to +a certain class, which seems to say, "I have done my duty, +now let others do theirs." Andrea, who was in an adjoining +room, had shared in the sensation caused by the arrival of +Monte Cristo, and now came forward to pay his respects to +the count. He found him completely surrounded; all were +eager to speak to him, as is always the case with those +whose words are few and weighty. The solicitors arrived at +this moment and arranged their scrawled papers on the velvet +cloth embroidered with gold which covered the table prepared +for the signature; it was a gilt table supported on lions' +claws. One of the notaries sat down, the other remained +standing. They were about to proceed to the reading of the +contract, which half Paris assembled was to sign. All took +their places, or rather the ladies formed a circle, while +the gentlemen (more indifferent to the restraints of what +Boileau calls the "energetic style") commented on the +feverish agitation of Andrea, on M. Danglars' riveted +attention, Eugenie's composure, and the light and sprightly +manner in which the baroness treated this important affair. + +The contract was read during a profound silence. But as soon +as it was finished, the buzz was redoubled through all the +drawing-rooms; the brilliant sums, the rolling millions +which were to be at the command of the two young people, and +which crowned the display of the wedding presents and the +young lady's diamonds, which had been made in a room +entirely appropriated for that purpose, had exercised to the +full their delusions over the envious assembly. Mademoiselle +Danglars' charms were heightened in the opinion of the young +men, and for the moment seemed to outvie the sun in +splendor. As for the ladies, it is needless to say that +while they coveted the millions, they thought they did not +need them for themselves, as they were beautiful enough +without them. Andrea, surrounded by his friends, +complimented, flattered, beginning to believe in the reality +of his dream, was almost bewildered. The notary solemnly +took the pen, flourished it above his head, and said, +"Gentlemen, we are about to sign the contract." + +The baron was to sign first, then the representative of M. +Cavalcanti, senior, then the baroness, afterwards the +"future couple," as they are styled in the abominable +phraseology of legal documents. The baron took the pen and +signed, then the representative. The baroness approached, +leaning on Madame de Villefort's arm. "My dear," said she, +as she took the pen, "is it not vexatious? An unexpected +incident, in the affair of murder and theft at the Count of +Monte Cristo's, in which he nearly fell a victim, deprives +us of the pleasure of seeing M. de Villefort." + +"Indeed?" said M. Danglars, in the same tone in which he +would have said, "Oh, well, what do I care?" + +"As a matter of fact," said Monte Cristo, approaching, "I am +much afraid that I am the involuntary cause of his absence." + +"What, you, count?" said Madame Danglars, signing; "if you +are, take care, for I shall never forgive you." Andrea +pricked up his ears. + +"But it is not my fault, as I shall endeavor to prove." +Every one listened eagerly; Monte Cristo who so rarely +opened his lips, was about to speak. "You remember," said +the count, during the most profound silence, "that the +unhappy wretch who came to rob me died at my house; the +supposition is that he was stabbed by his accomplice, on +attempting to leave it." + +"Yes," said Danglars. + +"In order that his wounds might be examined he was +undressed, and his clothes were thrown into a corner, where +the police picked them up, with the exception of the +waistcoat, which they overlooked." Andrea turned pale, and +drew towards the door; he saw a cloud rising in the horizon, +which appeared to forebode a coming storm. + +"Well, this waistcoat was discovered to-day, covered with +blood, and with a hole over the heart." The ladies screamed, +and two or three prepared to faint. "It was brought to me. +No one could guess what the dirty rag could be; I alone +suspected that it was the waistcoat of the murdered man. My +valet, in examining this mournful relic, felt a paper in the +pocket and drew it out; it was a letter addressed to you, +baron." + +"To me?" cried Danglars. + +"Yes, indeed, to you; I succeeded in deciphering your name +under the blood with which the letter was stained," replied +Monte Cristo, amid the general outburst of amazement. + +"But," asked Madame Danglars, looking at her husband with +uneasiness, "how could that prevent M. de Villefort" -- + +"In this simple way, madame," replied Monte Cristo; "the +waistcoat and the letter were both what is termed +circumstantial evidence; I therefore sent them to the king's +attorney. You understand, my dear baron, that legal methods +are the safest in criminal cases; it was, perhaps, some plot +against you." Andrea looked steadily at Monte Cristo and +disappeared in the second drawing-room. + +"Possibly," said Danglars; "was not this murdered man an old +galley-slave?" + +"Yes," replied the count; "a felon named Caderousse." +Danglars turned slightly pale; Andrea reached the anteroom +beyond the little drawing-room. + +"But go on signing," said Monte Cristo; "I perceive that my +story has caused a general emotion, and I beg to apologize +to you, baroness, and to Mademoiselle Danglars." The +baroness, who had signed, returned the pen to the notary. +"Prince Cavalcanti," said the latter; "Prince Cavalcanti, +where are you?" + +"Andrea, Andrea," repeated several young people, who were +already on sufficiently intimate terms with him to call him +by his Christian name. + +"Call the prince; inform him that it is his turn to sign," +cried Danglars to one of the floorkeepers. + +But at the same instant the crowd of guests rushed in alarm +into the principal salon as if some frightful monster had +entered the apartments, quaerens quem devoret. There was, +indeed, reason to retreat, to be alarmed, and to scream. An +officer was placing two soldiers at the door of each +drawing-room, and was advancing towards Danglars, preceded +by a commissary of police, girded with his scarf. Madame +Danglars uttered a scream and fainted. Danglars, who thought +himself threatened (certain consciences are never calm), -- +Danglars even before his guests showed a countenance of +abject terror. + +"What is the matter, sir?" asked Monte Cristo, advancing to +meet the commissioner. + +"Which of you gentlemen," asked the magistrate, without +replying to the count, "answers to the name of Andrea +Cavalcanti?" A cry of astonishment was heard from all parts +of the room. They searched; they questioned. "But who then +is Andrea Cavalcanti?" asked Danglars in amazement. + +"A galley-slave, escaped from confinement at Toulon." + +"And what crime has he committed?" + +"He is accused," said the commissary with his inflexible +voice, "of having assassinated the man named Caderousse, his +former companion in prison, at the moment he was making his +escape from the house of the Count of Monte Cristo." Monte +Cristo cast a rapid glance around him. Andrea was gone. + + + +Chapter 97 +The Departure for Belgium. + +A few minutes after the scene of confusion produced in the +salons of M. Danglars by the unexpected appearance of the +brigade of soldiers, and by the disclosure which had +followed, the mansion was deserted with as much rapidity as +if a case of plague or of cholera morbus had broken out +among the guests. In a few minutes, through all the doors, +down all the staircases, by every exit, every one hastened +to retire, or rather to fly; for it was a situation where +the ordinary condolences, -- which even the best friends are +so eager to offer in great catastrophes, -- were seen to be +utterly futile. There remained in the banker's house only +Danglars, closeted in his study, and making his statement to +the officer of gendarmes; Madame Danglars, terrified, in the +boudoir with which we are acquainted; and Eugenie, who with +haughty air and disdainful lip had retired to her room with +her inseparable companion, Mademoiselle Louise d'Armilly. As +for the numerous servants (more numerous that evening than +usual, for their number was augmented by cooks and butlers +from the Cafe de Paris), venting on their employers their +anger at what they termed the insult to which they had been +subjected, they collected in groups in the hall, in the +kitchens, or in their rooms, thinking very little of their +duty, which was thus naturally interrupted. Of all this +household, only two persons deserve our notice; these are +Mademoiselle Eugenie Danglars and Mademoiselle Louise +d'Armilly. + +The betrothed had retired, as we said, with haughty air, +disdainful lip, and the demeanor of an outraged queen, +followed by her companion, who was paler and more disturbed +than herself. On reaching her room Eugenie locked her door, +while Louise fell on a chair. "Ah, what a dreadful thing," +said the young musician; "who would have suspected it? M. +Andrea Cavalcanti a murderer -- a galley-slave escaped -- a +convict!" An ironical smile curled the lip of Eugenie. "In +truth I was fated," said she. "I escaped the Morcerf only to +fall into the Cavalcanti." + +"Oh, do not confound the two, Eugenie." + +"Hold your tongue! The men are all infamous, and I am happy +to be able now to do more than detest them -- I despise +them." + +"What shall we do?" asked Louise. + +"What shall we do?" + +"Yes." + +"Why, the same we had intended doing three days since -- set +off." + +"What? -- although you are not now going to be married, you +intend still" -- + +"Listen, Louise. I hate this life of the fashionable world, +always ordered, measured, ruled, like our music-paper. What +I have always wished for, desired, and coveted, is the life +of an artist, free and independent, relying only on my own +resources, and accountable only to myself. Remain here? What +for? -- that they may try, a month hence, to marry me again; +and to whom? -- M. Debray, perhaps, as it was once proposed. +No, Louise, no! This evening's adventure will serve for my +excuse. I did not seek one, I did not ask for one. God sends +me this, and I hail it joyfully!" + +"How strong and courageous you are!" said the fair, frail +girl to her brunette companion. + +"Did you not yet know me? Come, Louise, let us talk of our +affairs. The post-chaise" -- + +"Was happily bought three days since." + +"Have you had it sent where we are to go for it?" + +"Yes." + +"Our passport?" + +"Here it is." + +And Eugenie, with her usual precision, opened a printed +paper, and read, -- + +"M. Leon d'Armilly, twenty years of age; profession, artist; +hair black, eyes black; travelling with his sister." + +"Capital! How did you get this passport?" + +"When I went to ask M. de Monte Cristo for letters to the +directors of the theatres at Rome and Naples, I expressed my +fears of travelling as a woman; he perfectly understood +them, and undertook to procure for me a man's passport, and +two days after I received this, to which I have added with +my own hand, `travelling with his sister.'" + +"Well," said Eugenie cheerfully, "we have then only to pack +up our trunks; we shall start the evening of the signing of +the contract, instead of the evening of the wedding -- that +is all." + +"But consider the matter seriously, Eugenie!" + +"Oh, I am done with considering! I am tired of hearing only +of market reports, of the end of the month, of the rise and +fall of Spanish funds, of Haitian bonds. Instead of that, +Louise -- do you understand? -- air, liberty, melody of +birds, plains of Lombardy, Venetian canals, Roman palaces, +the Bay of Naples. How much have we, Louise?" The young girl +to whom this question was addressed drew from an inlaid +secretary a small portfolio with a lock, in which she +counted twenty-three bank-notes. + +"Twenty-three thousand francs," I said she. + +"And as much, at least, in pearls, diamonds, and jewels," +said Eugenie. "We are rich. With forty-five thousand francs +we can live like princesses for two years, and comfortably +for four; but before six months -- you with your music, and +I with my voice -- we shall double our capital. Come, you +shall take charge of the money, I of the jewel-box; so that +if one of us had the misfortune to lose her treasure, the +other would still have hers left. Now, the portmanteau -- +let us make haste -- the portmanteau!" + +"Stop!" said Louise, going to listen at Madame Danglars' +door. + +"What do you fear?" + +"That we may be discovered." + +"The door is locked." + +"They may tell us to open it." + +"They may if they like, but we will not." + +"You are a perfect Amazon, Eugenie!" And the two young girls +began to heap into a trunk all the things they thought they +should require. "There now," said Eugenie, "while I change +my costume do you lock the portmanteau." Louise pressed with +all the strength of her little hands on the top of the +portmanteau. "But I cannot," said she; "I am not strong +enough; do you shut it." + +"Ah, you do well to ask," said Eugenie, laughing; "I forgot +that I was Hercules, and you only the pale Omphale!" And the +young girl, kneeling on the top, pressed the two parts of +the portmanteau together, and Mademoiselle d'Armilly passed +the bolt of the padlock through. When this was done, Eugenie +opened a drawer, of which she kept the key, and took from it +a wadded violet silk travelling cloak. "Here," said she, +"you see I have thought of everything; with this cloak you +will not be cold." + +"But you?" + +"Oh, I am never cold, you know! Besides, with these men's +clothes" -- + +"Will you dress here?" + +"Certainly." + +"Shall you have time?" + +"Do not be uneasy, you little coward! All our servants are +busy, discussing the grand affair. Besides, what is there +astonishing, when you think of the grief I ought to be in, +that I shut myself up? -- tell me!" + +"No, truly -- you comfort me." + +"Come and help me." + +From the same drawer she took a man's complete costume, from +the boots to the coat, and a provision of linen, where there +was nothing superfluous, but every requisite. Then, with a +promptitude which indicated that this was not the first time +she had amused herself by adopting the garb of the opposite +sex, Eugenie drew on the boots and pantaloons, tied her +cravat, buttoned her waistcoat up to the throat, and put on +a coat which admirably fitted her beautiful figure. "Oh, +that is very good -- indeed, it is very good!" said Louise, +looking at her with admiration; "but that beautiful black +hair, those magnificent braids, which made all the ladies +sigh with envy, -- will they go under a man's hat like the +one I see down there?" + +"You shall see," said Eugenie. And with her left hand +seizing the thick mass, which her long fingers could +scarcely grasp, she took in her right hand a pair of long +scissors, and soon the steel met through the rich and +splendid hair, which fell in a cluster at her feet as she +leaned back to keep it from her coat. Then she grasped the +front hair, which she also cut off, without expressing the +least regret; on the contrary, her eyes sparkled with +greater pleasure than usual under her ebony eyebrows. "Oh, +the magnificent hair!" said Louise, with regret. + +"And am I not a hundred times better thus?" cried Eugenie, +smoothing the scattered curls of her hair, which had now +quite a masculine appearance; "and do you not think me +handsomer so?" + +"Oh, you are beautiful -- always beautiful!" cried Louise. +"Now, where are you going?" + +"To Brussels, if you like; it is the nearest frontier. We +can go to Brussels, Liege, Aix-la-Chapelle; then up the +Rhine to Strasburg. We will cross Switzerland, and go down +into Italy by the Saint-Gothard. Will that do?" + +"Yes." + +"What are you looking at?" + +"I am looking at you; indeed you are adorable like that! One +would say you were carrying me off." + +"And they would be right, pardieu!" + +"Oh, I think you swore, Eugenie." And the two young girls, +whom every one might have thought plunged in grief, the one +on her own account, the other from interest in her friend, +burst out laughing, as they cleared away every visible trace +of the disorder which had naturally accompanied the +preparations for their escape. Then, having blown out the +lights, the two fugitives, looking and listening eagerly, +with outstretched necks, opened the door of a dressing-room +which led by a side staircase down to the yard, -- Eugenie +going first, and holding with one arm the portmanteau, which +by the opposite handle Mademoiselle d'Armilly scarcely +raised with both hands. The yard was empty; the clock was +striking twelve. The porter was not yet gone to bed. Eugenie +approached softly, and saw the old man sleeping soundly in +an arm-chair in his lodge. She returned to Louise, took up +the portmanteau, which she had placed for a moment on the +ground, and they reached the archway under the shadow of the +wall. + +Eugenie concealed Louise in an angle of the gateway, so that +if the porter chanced to awake he might see but one person. +Then placing herself in the full light of the lamp which lit +the yard, -- "Gate!" cried she, with her finest contralto +voice, and rapping at the window. + +The porter got up as Eugenie expected, and even advanced +some steps to recognize the person who was going out, but +seeing a young man striking his boot impatiently with his +riding-whip, he opened it immediately. Louise slid through +the half-open gate like a snake, and bounded lightly +forward. Eugenie, apparently calm, although in all +probability her heart beat somewhat faster than usual, went +out in her turn. A porter was passing and they gave him the +portmanteau; then the two young girls, having told him to +take it to No. 36, Rue de la Victoire, walked behind this +man, whose presence comforted Louise. As for Eugenie, she +was as strong as a Judith or a Delilah. They arrived at the +appointed spot. Eugenie ordered the porter to put down the +portmanteau, gave him some pieces of money, and having +rapped at the shutter sent him away. The shutter where +Eugenie had rapped was that of a little laundress, who had +been previously warned, and was not yet gone to bed. She +opened the door. + +"Mademoiselle," said Eugenie, "let the porter get the +post-chaise from the coach-house, and fetch some post-horses +from the hotel. Here are five francs for his trouble." + +"Indeed," said Louise, "I admire you, and I could almost say +respect you." The laundress looked on in astonishment, but +as she had been promised twenty louis, she made no remark. + +In a quarter of an hour the porter returned with a post-boy +and horses, which were harnessed, and put in the post-chaise +in a minute, while the porter fastened the portmanteau on +with the assistance of a cord and strap. "Here is the +passport," said the postilion, "which way are we going, +young gentleman?" + +"To Fontainebleau," replied Eugenie with an almost masculine +voice. + +"What do you say?" said Louise. + +"I am giving them the slip," said Eugenie; "this woman to +whom we have given twenty louis may betray us for forty; we +will soon alter our direction." And the young girl jumped +into the britzska, which was admirably arranged for sleeping +in, without scarcely touching the step. "You are always +right," said the music teacher, seating herself by the side +of her friend. + +A quarter of an hour afterwards the postilion, having been +put in the right road, passed with a crack of his whip +through the gateway of the Barriere Saint-Martin. "Ah," said +Louise, breathing freely, "here we are out of Paris." + +"Yes, my dear, the abduction is an accomplished fact," +replied Eugenie. "Yes, and without violence," said Louise. + +"I shall bring that forward as an extenuating circumstance," +replied Eugenie. These words were lost in the noise which +the carriage made in rolling over the pavement of La +Villette. M. Danglars no longer had a daughter. + + + +Chapter 98 +The Bell and Bottle Tavern. + +And now let us leave Mademoiselle Danglars and her friend +pursuing their way to Brussels, and return to poor Andrea +Cavalcanti, so inopportunely interrupted in his rise to +fortune. Notwithstanding his youth, Master Andrea was a very +skilful and intelligent boy. We have seen that on the first +rumor which reached the salon he had gradually approached +the door, and crossing two or three rooms at last +disappeared. But we have forgotten to mention one +circumstance, which nevertheless ought not to be omitted; in +one of the rooms he crossed, the trousseau of the +bride-elect was on exhibition. There were caskets of +diamonds, cashmere shawls, Valenciennes lace, English +veilings, and in fact all the tempting things, the bare +mention of which makes the hearts of young girls bound with +joy, and which is called the "corbeille."* Now, in passing +through this room, Andrea proved himself not only to be +clever and intelligent, but also provident, for he helped +himself to the most valuable of the ornaments before him. + +* Literally, "the basket," because wedding gifts were +originally brought in such a receptacle. + +Furnished with this plunder, Andrea leaped with a lighter +heart from the window, intending to slip through the hands +of the gendarmes. Tall and well proportioned as an ancient +gladiator, and muscular as a Spartan, he walked for a +quarter of an hour without knowing where to direct his +steps, actuated by the sole idea of getting away from the +spot where if he lingered he knew that he would surely be +taken. Having passed through the Rue Mont Blanc, guided by +the instinct which leads thieves always to take the safest +path, he found himself at the end of the Rue Lafayette. +There he stopped, breathless and panting. He was quite +alone; on one side was the vast wilderness of the +Saint-Lazare, on the other, Paris enshrouded in darkness. +"Am I to be captured?" he cried; "no, not if I can use more +activity than my enemies. My safety is now a mere question +of speed." At this moment he saw a cab at the top of the +Faubourg Poissonniere. The dull driver, smoking his pipe, +was plodding along toward the limits of the Faubourg +Saint-Denis, where no doubt he ordinarily had his station. +"Ho, friend!" said Benedetto. + +"What do you want, sir?" asked the driver. + +"Is your horse tired?" + +"Tired? oh, yes, tired enough -- he has done nothing the +whole of this blessed day! Four wretched fares, and twenty +sous over, making in all seven francs, are all that I have +earned, and I ought to take ten to the owner." + +"Will you add these twenty francs to the seven you have?" + +"With pleasure, sir; twenty francs are not to be despised. +Tell me what I am to do for this." + +"A very easy thing, if your horse isn't tired." + +"I tell you he'll go like the wind, -- only tell me which +way to drive." + +"Towards the Louvres." + +"Ah, I know the way -- you get good sweetened rum over +there." + +"Exactly so; I merely wish to overtake one of my friends, +with whom I am going to hunt to-morrow at +Chapelle-en-Serval. He should have waited for me here with a +cabriolet till half-past eleven; it is twelve, and, tired of +waiting, he must have gone on." + +"It is likely." + +"Well, will you try and overtake him?" + +"Nothing I should like better." + +"If you do not overtake him before we reach Bourget you +shall have twenty francs; if not before Louvres, thirty." + +"And if we do overtake him?" + +"Forty," said Andrea, after a moment's hesitation, at the +end of which he remembered that he might safely promise. +"That's all right," said the man; "hop in, and we're off! +Who-o-o-p, la!" + +Andrea got into the cab, which passed rapidly through the +Faubourg Saint-Denis, along the Faubourg Saint-Martin, +crossed the barrier, and threaded its way through the +interminable Villette. They never overtook the chimerical +friend, yet Andrea frequently inquired of people on foot +whom he passed and at the inns which were not yet closed, +for a green cabriolet and bay horse; and as there are a +great many cabriolets to be seen on the road to the Low +Countries, and as nine-tenths of them are green, the +inquiries increased at every step. Every one had just seen +it pass; it was only five hundred, two hundred, one hundred +steps in advance; at length they reached it, but it was not +the friend. Once the cab was also passed by a calash rapidly +whirled along by two post-horses. "Ah," said Cavalcanti to +himself, "if I only had that britzska, those two good +post-horses, and above all the passport that carries them +on!" And he sighed deeply. The calash contained Mademoiselle +Danglars and Mademoiselle d'Armilly. "Hurry, hurry!" said +Andrea, "we must overtake him soon." And the poor horse +resumed the desperate gallop it had kept up since leaving +the barrier, and arrived steaming at Louvres. + +"Certainly," said Andrea, "I shall not overtake my friend, +but I shall kill your horse, therefore I had better stop. +Here are thirty francs; I will sleep at the Red Horse, and +will secure a place in the first coach. Good-night, friend." +And Andrea, after placing six pieces of five francs each in +the man's hand, leaped lightly on to the pathway. The cabman +joyfully pocketed the sum, and turned back on his road to +Paris. Andrea pretended to go towards the Red Horse inn, but +after leaning an instant against the door, and hearing the +last sound of the cab, which was disappearing from view, he +went on his road, and with a lusty stride soon traversed the +space of two leagues. Then he rested; he must be near +Chapelle-en-Serval, where he pretended to be going. It was +not fatigue that stayed Andrea here; it was that he might +form some resolution, adopt some plan. It would be +impossible to make use of a diligence, equally so to engage +post-horses; to travel either way a passport was necessary. +It was still more impossible to remain in the department of +the Oise, one of the most open and strictly guarded in +France; this was quite out of the question, especially to a +man like Andrea, perfectly conversant with criminal matters. + +He sat down by the side of the moat, buried his face in his +hands and reflected. Ten minutes after he raised his head; +his resolution was made. He threw some dust over the +topcoat, which he had found time to unhook from the +ante-chamber and button over his ball costume, and going to +Chapelle-en-Serval he knocked loudly at the door of the only +inn in the place. The host opened. "My friend," said Andrea, +"I was coming from Montefontaine to Senlis, when my horse, +which is a troublesome creature, stumbled and threw me. I +must reach Compiegne to-night, or I shall cause deep anxiety +to my family. Could you let me hire a horse of you?" + +An inn-keeper has always a horse to let, whether it be good +or bad. The host called the stable-boy, and ordered him to +saddle "Whitey," then he awoke his son, a child of seven +years, whom he ordered to ride before the gentleman and +bring back the horse. Andrea gave the inn-keeper twenty +francs, and in taking them from his pocket dropped a +visiting card. This belonged to one of his friends at the +Cafe de Paris, so that the innkeeper, picking it up after +Andrea had left, was convinced that he had let his horse to +the Count of Mauleon, 25 Rue Saint-Dominique, that being the +name and address on the card. "Whitey" was not a fast +animal, but he kept up an easy, steady pace; in three hours +and a half Andrea had traversed the nine leagues which +separated him from Compiegne, and four o'clock struck as he +reached the place where the coaches stop. There is an +excellent tavern at Compiegne, well remembered by those who +have ever been there. Andrea, who had often stayed there in +his rides about Paris, recollected the Bell and Bottle inn; +he turned around, saw the sign by the light of a reflected +lamp, and having dismissed the child, giving him all the +small coin he had about him, he began knocking at the door, +very reasonably concluding that having now three or four +hours before him he had best fortify himself against the +fatigues of the morrow by a sound sleep and a good supper. A +waiter opened the door. + +"My friend," said Andrea, "I have been dining at +Saint-Jean-au-Bois, and expected to catch the coach which +passes by at midnight, but like a fool I have lost my way, +and have been walking for the last four hours in the forest. +Show me into one of those pretty little rooms which overlook +the court, and bring me a cold fowl and a bottle of +Bordeaux." The waiter had no suspicions; Andrea spoke with +perfect composure, he had a cigar in his mouth, and his +hands in the pocket of his top coat; his clothes were +fashionably made, his chin smooth, his boots irreproachable; +he looked merely as if he had stayed out very late, that was +all. While the waiter was preparing his room, the hostess +arose; Andrea assumed his most charming smile, and asked if +he could have No. 3, which he had occupied on his last stay +at Compiegne. Unfortunately, No. 3 was engaged by a young +man who was travelling with his sister. Andrea appeared in +despair, but consoled himself when the hostess assured him +that No. 7, prepared for him, was situated precisely the +same as No. 3, and while warming his feet and chatting about +the last races at Chantilly, he waited until they announced +his room to be ready. + +Andrea had not spoken without cause of the pretty rooms +looking out upon the court of the Bell Tavern, which with +its triple galleries like those of a theatre, with the +jessamine and clematis twining round the light columns, +forms one of the prettiest entrances to an inn that you can +imagine. The fowl was tender, the wine old, the fire clear +and sparkling, and Andrea was surprised to find himself +eating with as good an appetite as though nothing had +happened. Then be went to bed and almost immediately fell +into that deep sleep which is sure to visit men of twenty +years of age, even when they are torn with remorse. Now, +here we are obliged to own that Andrea ought to have felt +remorse, but that he did not. This was the plan which had +appealed to him to afford the best chance of his security. +Before daybreak he would awake, leave the inn after +rigorously paying his bill, and reaching the forest, he +would, under presence of making studies in painting, test +the hospitality of some peasants, procure himself the dress +of a woodcutter and a hatchet, casting off the lion's skin +to assume that of the woodman; then, with his hands covered +with dirt, his hair darkened by means of a leaden comb, his +complexion embrowned with a preparation for which one of his +old comrades had given him the recipe, he intended, by +following the wooded districts, to reach the nearest +frontier, walking by night and sleeping in the day in the +forests and quarries, and only entering inhabited regions to +buy a loaf from time to time. + +Once past the frontier, Andrea proposed making money of his +diamonds; and by uniting the proceeds to ten bank-notes he +always carried about with him in case of accident, he would +then find himself possessor of about 50,000 livres, which he +philosophically considered as no very deplorable condition +after all. Moreover, he reckoned much on the interest of the +Danglars to hush up the rumor of their own misadventures. +These were the reasons which, added to the fatigue, caused +Andrea to sleep so soundly. In order that he might awaken +early he did not close the shutters, but contented himself +with bolting the door and placing on the table an unclasped +and long-pointed knife, whose temper he well knew, and which +was never absent from him. About seven in the morning Andrea +was awakened by a ray of sunlight, which played, warm and +brilliant, upon his face. In all well-organized brains, the +predominating idea -- and there always is one -- is sure to +be the last thought before sleeping, and the first upon +waking in the morning. Andrea had scarcely opened his eyes +when his predominating idea presented itself, and whispered +in his ear that he had slept too long. He jumped out of bed +and ran to the window. A gendarme was crossing the court. A +gendarme is one of the most striking objects in the world, +even to a man void of uneasiness; but for one who has a +timid conscience, and with good cause too, the yellow, blue, +and white uniform is really very alarming. + +"Why is that gendarme there?" asked Andrea of himself. Then, +all at once, he replied, with that logic which the reader +has, doubtless, remarked in him, "There is nothing +astonishing in seeing a gendarme at an inn; instead of being +astonished, let me dress myself." And the youth dressed +himself with a facility his valet de chambre had failed to +rob him of during the two months of fashionable life he had +led in Paris. "Now then," said Andrea, while dressing +himself, "I'll wait till he leaves, and then I'll slip +away." And, saying this, Andrea, who had now put on his +boots and cravat, stole gently to the window, and a second +time lifted up the muslin curtain. Not only was the first +gendarme still there, but the young man now perceived a +second yellow, blue, and white uniform at the foot of the +staircase, the only one by which he could descend, while a +third, on horseback, holding a musket in his fist, was +posted as a sentinel at the great street door which alone +afforded the means of egress. + +The appearance of the third gendarme settled the matter, for +a crowd of curious loungers was extended before him, +effectually blocking the entrance to the hotel. "They're +after me!" was Andrea's first thought. "The devil!" A pallor +overspread the young man's forehead, and he looked around +him with anxiety. His room, like all those on the same +floor, had but one outlet to the gallery in the sight of +everybody. "I am lost!" was his second thought; and, indeed, +for a man in Andrea's situation, an arrest meant the +assizes, trial, and death, -- death without mercy or delay. +For a moment he convulsively pressed his head within his +hands, and during that brief period he became nearly mad +with terror; but soon a ray of hope glimmered in the +multitude of thoughts which bewildered his mind, and a faint +smile played upon his white lips and pallid cheeks. He +looked around and saw the objects of his search upon the +chimney-piece; they were a pen, ink, and paper. With forced +composure he dipped the pen in the ink, and wrote the +following lines upon a sheet of paper: -- + +"I have no money to pay my bill, but I am not a dishonest +man; I leave behind me as a pledge this pin, worth ten times +the amount. I shall be excused for leaving at daybreak, for +I was ashamed." + +He then drew the pin from his cravat and placed it on the +paper. This done, instead of leaving the door fastened, he +drew back the bolts and even placed the door ajar, as though +he had left the room, forgetting to close it, and slipping +into the chimney like a man accustomed to that kind of +gymnastic exercise, having effaced the marks of his feet +upon the floor, he commenced climbing the only opening which +afforded him the means of escape. At this precise time, the +first gendarme Andrea had noticed walked up-stairs, preceded +by the commissary of police, and supported by the second +gendarme who guarded the staircase and was himself +re-enforced by the one stationed at the door. + +Andrea was indebted for this visit to the following +circumstances. At daybreak, the telegraphs were set at work +in all directions, and almost immediately the authorities in +every district had exerted their utmost endeavors to arrest +the murderer of Caderousse. Compiegne, that royal residence +and fortified town, is well furnished with authorities, +gendarmes, and commissaries of police; they therefore began +operations as soon as the telegraphic despatch arrived, and +the Bell and Bottle being the best-known hotel in the town, +they had naturally directed their first inquiries there. + +Now, besides the reports of the sentinels guarding the Hotel +de Ville, which is next door to the Bell and Bottle, it had +been stated by others that a number of travellers had +arrived during the night. The sentinel who was relieved at +six o'clock in the morning, remembered perfectly that just +as he was taking his post a few minutes past four a young +man arrived on horseback, with a little boy before him. The +young man, having dismissed the boy and horse, knocked at +the door of the hotel, which was opened, and again closed +after his entrance. This late arrival had attracted much +suspicion, and the young man being no other than Andrea, the +commissary and gendarme, who was a brigadier, directed their +steps towards his room. + +They found the door ajar. "Oh, ho," said the brigadier, who +thoroughly understood the trick; "a bad sign to find the +door open! I would rather find it triply bolted." And, +indeed, the little note and pin upon the table confirmed, or +rather corroborated, the sad truth. Andrea had fled. We say +corroborated, because the brigadier was too experienced to +be convinced by a single proof. He glanced around, looked in +the bed, shook the curtains, opened the closets, and finally +stopped at the chimney. Andrea had taken the precaution to +leave no traces of his feet in the ashes, but still it was +an outlet, and in this light was not to be passed over +without serious investigation. + +The brigadier sent for some sticks and straw, and having +filled the chimney with them, set a light to it. The fire +crackled, and the smoke ascended like the dull vapor from a +volcano; but still no prisoner fell down, as they expected. +The fact was, that Andrea, at war with society ever since +his youth, was quite as deep as a gendarme, even though he +were advanced to the rank of brigadier, and quite prepared +for the fire, he had climbed out on the roof and was +crouching down against the chimney-pots. At one time he +thought he was saved, for he heard the brigadier exclaim in +a loud voice, to the two gendarmes, "He is not here!" But +venturing to peep, he perceived that the latter, instead of +retiring, as might have been reasonably expected upon this +announcement, were watching with increased attention. + +It was now his turn to look about him; the Hotel de Ville, a +massive sixteenth century building, was on his right; any +one could descend from the openings in the tower, and +examine every corner of the roof below, and Andrea expected +momentarily to see the head of a gendarme appear at one of +these openings. If once discovered, he knew he would be +lost, for the roof afforded no chance of escape; he +therefore resolved to descend, not through the same chimney +by which he had come up, but by a similar one conducting to +another room. He looked around for a chimney from which no +smoke issued, and having reached it, he disappeared through +the orifice without being seen by any one. At the same +minute, one of the little windows of the Hotel de Ville was +thrown open, and the head of a gendarme appeared. For an +instant it remained motionless as one of the stone +decorations of the building, then after a long sigh of +disappointment the head disappeared. The brigadier, calm and +dignified as the law he represented, passed through the +crowd, without answering the thousand questions addressed to +him, and re-entered the hotel. + +"Well?" asked the two gendarmes. + +"Well, my boys," said the brigadier, "the brigand must +really have escaped early this morning; but we will send to +the Villers-Coterets and Noyon roads, and search the forest, +when we shall catch him, no doubt." The honorable +functionary had scarcely expressed himself thus, in that +intonation which is peculiar to brigadiers of the +gendarmerie, when a loud scream, accompanied by the violent +ringing of a bell, resounded through the court of the hotel. +"Ah, what is that?" cried the brigadier. + +"Some traveller seems impatient," said the host. "What +number was it that rang?" + +"Number 3." + +"Run, waiter!" At this moment the screams and ringing were +redoubled. "Ah," said the brigadier, stopping the servant, +"the person who is ringing appears to want something more +than a waiter; we will attend upon him with a gendarme. Who +occupies Number 3?" + +"The little fellow who arrived last night in a post-chaise +with his sister, and who asked for an apartment with two +beds." The bell here rang for the third time, with another +shriek of anguish. + +"Follow me, Mr. Commissary!" said the brigadier; "tread in +my steps." + +"Wait an instant," said the host; "Number 3 has two +staircases, -- inside and outside." + +"Good," said the brigadier. "I will take charge of the +inside one. Are the carbines loaded?" + +"Yes, brigadier." + +"Well, you guard the exterior, and if he attempts to fly, +fire upon him; he must be a great criminal, from what the +telegraph says." + +The brigadier, followed by the commissary, disappeared by +the inside staircase, accompanied by the noise which his +assertions respecting Andrea had excited in the crowd. This +is what had happened. Andrea had very cleverly managed to +descend two-thirds of the chimney, but then his foot +slipped, and notwithstanding his endeavors, he came into the +room with more speed and noise than he intended. It would +have signified little had the room been empty, but +unfortunately it was occupied. Two ladies, sleeping in one +bed, were awakened by the noise, and fixing their eyes upon +the spot whence the sound proceeded, they saw a man. One of +these ladies, the fair one, uttered those terrible shrieks +which resounded through the house, while the other, rushing +to the bell-rope, rang with all her strength. Andrea, as we +can see, was surrounded by misfortune. + +"For pity's sake," he cried, pale and bewildered, without +seeing whom he was addressing, -- "for pity's sake do not +call assistance! Save me! -- I will not harm you." + +"Andrea, the murderer!" cried one of the ladies. + +"Eugenie! Mademoiselle Danglars!" exclaimed Andrea, +stupefied. + +"Help, help!" cried Mademoiselle d'Armilly, taking the bell +from her companion's hand, and ringing it yet more +violently. "Save me, I am pursued!" said Andrea, clasping +his hands. "For pity, for mercy's sake do not deliver me +up!" + +"It is too late, they are coming," said Eugenie. + +"Well, conceal me somewhere; you can say you were needlessly +alarmed; you can turn their suspicions and save my life!" + +The two ladies, pressing closely to one another, and drawing +the bedclothes tightly around them, remained silent to this +supplicating voice, repugnance and fear taking possession of +their minds. + +"Well, be it so," at length said Eugenie; "return by the +same road you came, and we will say nothing about you, +unhappy wretch." + +"Here he is, here he is!" cried a voice from the landing; +"here he is! I see him!" The brigadier had put his eye to +the keyhole, and had discovered Andrea in a posture of +entreaty. A violent blow from the butt end of the musket +burst open the lock, two more forced out the bolts, and the +broken door fell in. Andrea ran to the other door, leading +to the gallery, ready to rush out; but he was stopped short, +and he stood with his body a little thrown back, pale, and +with the useless knife in his clinched hand. + +"Fly, then!" cried Mademoiselle d'Armilly, whose pity +returned as her fears diminished; "fly!" + +"Or kill yourself!" said Eugenie (in a tone which a Vestal +in the amphitheatre would have used, when urging the +victorious gladiator to finish his vanquished adversary). +Andrea shuddered, and looked on the young girl with an +expression which proved how little he understood such +ferocious honor. "Kill myself?" he cried, throwing down his +knife; "why should I do so?" + +"Why, you said," answered Mademoiselle Danglars, "that you +would be condemned to die like the worst criminals." + +"Bah," said Cavalcanti, crossing his arms, "one has +friends." + +The brigadier advanced to him, sword in hand. "Come, come," +said Andrea, "sheathe your sword, my fine fellow; there is +no occasion to make such a fuss, since I give myself up;" +and he held out his hands to be manacled. The girls looked +with horror upon this shameful metamorphosis, the man of the +world shaking off his covering and appearing as a +galley-slave. Andrea turned towards them, and with an +impertinent smile asked, -- "Have you any message for your +father, Mademoiselle Danglars, for in all probability I +shall return to Paris?" + +Eugenie covered her face with her hands. "Oh, ho!" said +Andrea, "you need not be ashamed, even though you did post +after me. Was I not nearly your husband?" + +And with this raillery Andrea went out, leaving the two +girls a prey to their own feelings of shame, and to the +comments of the crowd. An hour after they stepped into their +calash, both dressed in feminine attire. The gate of the +hotel had been closed to screen them from sight, but they +were forced, when the door was open, to pass through a +throng of curious glances and whispering voices. Eugenie +closed her eyes; but though she could not see, she could +hear, and the sneers of the crowd reached her in the +carriage. "Oh, why is not the world a wilderness?" she +exclaimed, throwing herself into the arms of Mademoiselle +d'Armilly, her eyes sparkling with the same kind of rage +which made Nero wish that the Roman world had but one neck, +that he might sever it at a single blow. The next day they +stopped at the Hotel de Flandre, at Brussels. The same +evening Andrea was incarcerated in the Conciergerie. + + + +Chapter 99 +The Law. + +We have seen how quietly Mademoiselle Danglars and +Mademoiselle d'Armilly accomplished their transformation and +flight; the fact being that every one was too much occupied +in his or her own affairs to think of theirs. We will leave +the banker contemplating the enormous magnitude of his debt +before the phantom of bankruptcy, and follow the baroness, +who after being momentarily crushed under the weight of the +blow which had struck her, had gone to seek her usual +adviser, Lucien Debray. The baroness had looked forward to +this marriage as a means of ridding her of a guardianship +which, over a girl of Eugenie's character, could not fail to +be rather a troublesome undertaking; for in the tacit +relations which maintain the bond of family union, the +mother, to maintain her ascendancy over her daughter, must +never fail to be a model of wisdom and a type of perfection. + +Now, Madame Danglars feared Eugenie's sagacity and the +influence of Mademoiselle d'Armilly; she had frequently +observed the contemptuous expression with which her daughter +looked upon Debray, -- an expression which seemed to imply +that she understood all her mother's amorous and pecuniary +relationships with the intimate secretary; moreover, she saw +that Eugenie detested Debray, -- not only because he was a +source of dissension and scandal under the paternal roof, +but because she had at once classed him in that catalogue of +bipeds whom Plato endeavors to withdraw from the appellation +of men, and whom Diogenes designated as animals upon two +legs without feathers. + +Unfortunately, in this world of ours, each person views +things through a certain medium, and so is prevented from +seeing in the same light as others, and Madame Danglars, +therefore, very much regretted that the marriage of Eugenie +had not taken place, not only because the match was good, +and likely to insure the happiness of her child, but because +it would also set her at liberty. She ran therefore to +Debray, who, after having like the rest of Paris witnessed +the contract scene and the scandal attending it, had retired +in haste to his club, where he was chatting with some +friends upon the events which served as a subject of +conversation for three-fourths of that city known as the +capital of the world. + +At the precise time when Madame Danglars, dressed in black +and concealed in a long veil, was ascending the stairs +leading to Debray's apartments, -- notwithstanding the +assurances of the concierge that the young man was not at +home, -- Debray was occupied in repelling the insinuations +of a friend, who tried to persuade him that after the +terrible scene which had just taken place he ought, as a +friend of the family, to marry Mademoiselle Danglars and her +two millions. Debray did not defend himself very warmly, for +the idea had sometimes crossed his mind; still, when he +recollected the independent, proud spirit of Eugenie, he +positively rejected it as utterly impossible, though the +same thought again continually recurred and found a +resting-place in his heart. Tea, play, and the conversation, +which had become interesting during the discussion of such +serious affairs, lasted till one o'clock in the morning. + +Meanwhile Madame Danglars, veiled and uneasy, awaited the +return of Debray in the little green room, seated between +two baskets of flowers, which she had that morning sent, and +which, it must be confessed, Debray had himself arranged and +watered with so much care that his absence was half excused +in the eyes of the poor woman. + +At twenty minutes of twelve, Madame Danglars, tired of +waiting, returned home. Women of a certain grade are like +prosperous grisettes in one respect, they seldom return home +after twelve o'clock. The baroness returned to the hotel +with as much caution as Eugenie used in leaving it; she ran +lightly up-stairs, and with an aching heart entered her +apartment, contiguous, as we know, to that of Eugenie. She +was fearful of exciting any remark, and believed firmly in +her daughter's innocence and fidelity to the paternal roof. +She listened at Eugenie's door, and hearing no sound tried +to enter, but the bolts were in place. Madame Danglars then +concluded that the young girl had been overcome with the +terrible excitement of the evening, and had gone to bed and +to sleep. She called the maid and questioned her. + +"Mademoiselle Eugenie," said the maid, "retired to her +apartment with Mademoiselle d'Armilly; they then took tea +together, after which they desired me to leave, saying that +they needed me no longer." Since then the maid had been +below, and like every one else she thought the young ladies +were in their own room; Madame Danglars, therefore, went to +bed without a shadow of suspicion, and began to muse over +the recent events. In proportion as her memory became +clearer, the occurrences of the evening were revealed in +their true light; what she had taken for confusion was a +tumult; what she had regarded as something distressing, was +in reality a disgrace. And then the baroness remembered that +she had felt no pity for poor Mercedes, who had been +afflicted with as severe a blow through her husband and son. + +"Eugenie," she said to herself, "is lost, and so are we. The +affair, as it will be reported, will cover us with shame; +for in a society such as ours satire inflicts a painful and +incurable wound. How fortunate that Eugenie is possessed of +that strange character which has so often made me tremble!" +And her glance was turned towards heaven, where a mysterious +providence disposes all things, and out of a fault, nay, +even a vice, sometimes produces a blessing. And then her +thoughts, cleaving through space like a bird in the air, +rested on Cavalcanti. This Andrea was a wretch, a robber, an +assassin, and yet his manners showed the effects of a sort +of education, if not a complete one; he had been presented +to the world with the appearance of an immense fortune, +supported by an honorable name. How could she extricate +herself from this labyrinth? To whom would she apply to help +her out of this painful situation? Debray, to whom she had +run, with the first instinct of a woman towards the man she +loves, and who yet betrays her, -- Debray could but give her +advice, she must apply to some one more powerful than he. + +The baroness then thought of M. de Villefort. It was M. de +Villefort who had remorselessly brought misfortune into her +family, as though they had been strangers. But, no; on +reflection, the procureur was not a merciless man; and it +was not the magistrate, slave to his duties, but the friend, +the loyal friend, who roughly but firmly cut into the very +core of the corruption; it was not the executioner, but the +surgeon, who wished to withdraw the honor of Danglars from +ignominious association with the disgraced young man they +had presented to the world as their son-in-law. And since +Villefort, the friend of Danglars, had acted in this way, no +one could suppose that he had been previously acquainted +with, or had lent himself to, any of Andrea's intrigues. +Villefort's conduct, therefore, upon reflection, appeared to +the baroness as if shaped for their mutual advantage. But +the inflexibility of the procureur should stop there; she +would see him the next day, and if she could not make him +fail in his duties as a magistrate, she would, at least, +obtain all the indulgence he could allow. She would invoke +the past, recall old recollections; she would supplicate him +by the remembrance of guilty, yet happy days. M. de +Villefort would stifle the affair; he had only to turn his +eyes on one side, and allow Andrea to fly, and follow up the +crime under that shadow of guilt called contempt of court. +And after this reasoning she slept easily. + +At nine o'clock next morning she arose, and without ringing +for her maid or giving the least sign of her activity, she +dressed herself in the same simple style as on the previous +night; then running down-stairs, she left the hotel. walked +to the Rue de Provence, called a cab, and drove to M. de +Villefort's house. For the last month this wretched house +had presented the gloomy appearance of a lazaretto infected +with the plague. Some of the apartments were closed within +and without; the shutters were only opened to admit a +minute's air, showing the scared face of a footman, and +immediately afterwards the window would be closed, like a +gravestone falling on a sepulchre, and the neighbors would +say to each other in a low voice, "Will there be another +funeral to-day at the procureur's house?" Madame Danglars +involuntarily shuddered at the desolate aspect of the +mansion; descending from the cab, she approached the door +with trembling knees, and rang the bell. Three times did the +bell ring with a dull, heavy sound, seeming to participate, +in the general sadness, before the concierge appeared and +peeped through the door, which he opened just wide enough to +allow his words to be heard. He saw a lady, a fashionable, +elegantly dressed lady, and yet the door remained almost +closed. + +"Do you intend opening the door?" said the baroness. + +"First, madame, who are you?" + +"Who am I? You know me well enough." + +"We no longer know any one, madame." + +"You must be mad, my friend," said the baroness. + +"Where do you come from?" + +"Oh, this is too much!" + +"Madame, these are my orders; excuse me. Your name?" + +"The baroness Danglars; you have seen me twenty times." + +"Possibly, madame. And now, what do you want?" + +"Oh, how extraordinary! I shall complain to M. de Villefort +of the impertinence of his servants." + +"Madame, this is precaution, not impertinence; no one enters +here without an order from M. d'Avrigny, or without speaking +to the procureur." + +"Well, I have business with the procureur." + +"Is it pressing business?" + +"You can imagine so, since I have not even brought my +carriage out yet. But enough of this -- here is my card, +take it to your master." + +"Madame will await my return?" + +"Yes; go." The concierge closed the door, leaving Madame +Danglars in the street. She had not long to wait; directly +afterwards the door was opened wide enough to admit her, and +when she had passed through, it was again shut. Without +losing sight of her for an instant, the concierge took a +whistle from his pocket as soon as they entered the court, +and blew it. The valet de chambre appeared on the +door-steps. "You will excuse this poor fellow, madame," he +said, as he preceded the baroness, "but his orders are +precise, and M. de Villefort begged me to tell you that he +could not act otherwise." + +In the court showing his merchandise, was a tradesman who +had been admitted with the same precautions. The baroness +ascended the steps; she felt herself strongly infected with +the sadness which seemed to magnify her own, and still +guided by the valet de chambre, who never lost sight of her +for an instant, she was introduced to the magistrate's +study. Preoccupied as Madame Danglars had been with the +object of her visit, the treatment she had received from +these underlings appeared to her so insulting, that she +began by complaining of it. But Villefort, raising his head, +bowed down by grief, looked up at her with so sad a smile +that her complaints died upon her lips. "Forgive my +servants," he said, "for a terror I cannot blame them for; +from being suspected they have become suspicious." + +Madame Danglars had often heard of the terror to which the +magistrate alluded, but without the evidence of her own +eyesight she could never have believed that the sentiment +had been carried so far. "You too, then, are unhappy?" she +said. "Yes, madame," replied the magistrate. + +"Then you pity me!" + +"Sincerely, madame." + +"And you understand what brings me here?" + +"You wish to speak to me about the circumstance which has +just happened?" + +"Yes, sir, -- a fearful misfortune." + +"You mean a mischance." + +"A mischance?" repeated the baroness. + +"Alas, madame," said the procureur with his imperturbable +calmness of manner, "I consider those alone misfortunes +which are irreparable." + +"And do you suppose this will be forgotten?" + +"Everything will be forgotten, madame," said Villefort. +"Your daughter will be married to-morrow, if not to-day -- +in a week, if not to-morrow; and I do not think you can +regret the intended husband of your daughter." + +Madame Danglars gazed on Villefort, stupefied to find him so +almost insultingly calm. "Am I come to a friend?" she asked +in a tone full of mournful dignity. "You know that you are, +madame," said Villefort, whose pale cheeks became slightly +flushed as he gave her the assurance. And truly this +assurance carried him back to different events from those +now occupying the baroness and him. "Well, then, be more +affectionate, my dear Villefort," said the baroness. "Speak +to me not as a magistrate, but as a friend; and when I am in +bitter anguish of spirit, do not tell me that I ought to be +gay." Villefort bowed. "When I hear misfortunes named, +madame," he said, "I have within the last few mouths +contracted the bad habit of thinking of my own, and then I +cannot help drawing up an egotistical parallel in my mind. +That is the reason that by the side of my misfortunes yours +appear to me mere mischances; that is why my dreadful +position makes yours appear enviable. But this annoys you; +let us change the subject. You were saying, madame" -- + +"I came to ask you, my friend," said the baroness, "what +will be done with this impostor?" + +"Impostor," repeated Villefort; "certainly, madame, you +appear to extenuate some cases, and exaggerate others. +Impostor, indeed! -- M. Andrea Cavalcanti, or rather M. +Benedetto, is nothing more nor less than an assassin!" + +"Sir, I do not deny the justice of your correction, but the +more severely you arm yourself against that unfortunate man, +the more deeply will you strike our family. Come, forget him +for a moment, and instead of pursuing him let him go." + +"You are too late, madame; the orders are issued." + +"Well, should he be arrested -- do they think they will +arrest him?" + +"I hope so." + +"If they should arrest him (I know that sometimes prisoners +afford means of escape), will you leave him in prison?" -- +The procureur shook his head. "At least keep him there till +my daughter be married." + +"Impossible, madame; justice has its formalities." + +"What, even for me?" said the baroness, half jesting, half +in earnest. "For all, even for myself among the rest," +replied Villefort. + +"Ah," exclaimed the baroness, without expressing the ideas +which the exclamation betrayed. Villefort looked at her with +that piercing glance which reads the secrets of the heart. +"Yes, I know what you mean," he said; "you refer to the +terrible rumors spread abroad in the world, that the deaths +which have kept me in mourning for the last three months, +and from which Valentine has only escaped by a miracle, have +not happened by natural means." + +"I was not thinking of that," replied Madame Danglars +quickly. "Yes, you were thinking of it, and with justice. +You could not help thinking of it, and saying to yourself, +`you, who pursue crime so vindictively, answer now, why are +there unpunished crimes in your dwelling?'" The baroness +became pale. "You were saying this, were you not?" + +"Well, I own it." + +"I will answer you." + +Villefort drew his armchair nearer to Madame Danglars; then +resting both hands upon his desk he said in a voice more +hollow than usual: "There are crimes which remain unpunished +because the criminals are unknown, and we might strike the +innocent instead of the guilty; but when the culprits are +discovered" (Villefort here extended his hand toward a large +crucifix placed opposite to his desk) -- "when they are +discovered, I swear to you, by all I hold most sacred, that +whoever they may be they shall die. Now, after the oath I +have just taken, and which I will keep, madame, dare you ask +for mercy for that wretch!" + +"But, sir, are you sure he is as guilty as they say?" + +"Listen; this is his description: `Benedetto, condemned, at +the age of sixteen, for five years to the galleys for +forgery.' He promised well, as you see -- first a runaway, +then an assassin." + +"And who is this wretch?" + +"Who can tell? -- a vagabond, a Corsican." + +"Has no one owned him?" + +"No one; his parents are unknown." + +"But who was the man who brought him from Lucca?" + +"Another rascal like himself, perhaps his accomplice." The +baroness clasped her hands. "Villefort," she exclaimed in +her softest and most captivating manner. + +"For heaven's sake, madame," said Villefort, with a firmness +of expression not altogether free from harshness -- "for +heaven's sake, do not ask pardon of me for a guilty wretch! +What am I? -- the law. Has the law any eyes to witness your +grief? Has the law ears to be melted by your sweet voice? +Has the law a memory for all those soft recollections you +endeavor to recall? No, madame; the law has commanded, and +when it commands it strikes. You will tell me that I am a +living being, and not a code -- a man, and not a volume. +Look at me, madame -- look around me. Have mankind treated +me as a brother? Have they loved me? Have they spared me? +Has any one shown the mercy towards me that you now ask at +my hands? No, madame, they struck me, always struck me! + +"Woman, siren that you are, do you persist in fixing on me +that fascinating eye, which reminds me that I ought to +blush? Well, be it so; let me blush for the faults you know, +and perhaps -- perhaps for even more than those! But having +sinned myself, -- it may be more deeply than others, -- I +never rest till I have torn the disguises from my +fellow-creatures, and found out their weaknesses. I have +always found them; and more, -- I repeat it with joy, with +triumph, -- I have always found some proof of human +perversity or error. Every criminal I condemn seems to me +living evidence that I am not a hideous exception to the +rest. Alas, alas, alas; all the world is wicked; let us +therefore strike at wickedness!" + +Villefort pronounced these last words with a feverish rage, +which gave a ferocious eloquence to his words. + +"But"' said Madame Danglars, resolving to make a last +effort, "this young man, though a murderer, is an orphan, +abandoned by everybody." + +"So much the worse, or rather, so much the better; it has +been so ordained that he may have none to weep his fate." + +"But this is trampling on the weak, sir." + +"The weakness of a murderer!" + +"His dishonor reflects upon us." + +"Is not death in my house?" + +"Oh, sir," exclaimed the baroness, "you are without pity for +others, well, then, I tell you they will have no mercy on +you!" + +"Be it so!" said Villefort, raising his arms to heaven. + +"At least, delay the trial till the next assizes; we shall +then have six months before us." + +"No, madame," said Villefort; "instructions have been given, +There are yet five days left; five days are more than I +require. Do you not think that I also long for +forgetfulness? While working night and day, I sometimes lose +all recollection of the past, and then I experience the same +sort of happiness I can imagine the dead feel; still, it is +better than suffering." + +"But, sir, he has fled; let him escape -- inaction is a +pardonable offence." + +"I tell you it is too late; early this morning the telegraph +was employed, and at this very minute" -- + +"Sir," said the valet de chambre, entering the room, "a +dragoon has brought this despatch from the minister of the +interior." Villefort seized the letter, and hastily broke +the seal. Madame Danglars trembled with fear; Villefort +started with joy. "Arrested!" he exclaimed; "he was taken at +Compiegne, and all is over." Madame Danglars rose from her +seat, pale and cold. "Adieu, sir," she said. "Adieu, +madame," replied the king's attorney, as in an almost joyful +manner he conducted her to the door. Then, turning to his +desk, he said, striking the letter with the back of his +right hand, "Come, I had a forgery, three robberies, and two +cases of arson, I only wanted a murder, and here it is. It +will be a splendid session!" + + + +Chapter 100 +The Apparition. + +As the procureur had told Madame Danglars, Valentine was not +yet recovered. Bowed down with fatigue, she was indeed +confined to her bed; and it was in her own room, and from +the lips of Madame de Villefort, that she heard all the +strange events we have related, -- we mean the flight of +Eugenie and the arrest of Andrea Cavalcanti, or rather +Benedetto, together with the accusation of murder pronounced +against him. But Valentine was so weak that this recital +scarcely produced the same effect it would have done had she +been in her usual state of health. Indeed, her brain was +only the seat of vague ideas, and confused forms, mingled +with strange fancies, alone presented themselves before her +eyes. + +During the daytime Valentine's perceptions remained +tolerably clear, owing to the constant presence of M. +Noirtier, who caused himself to be carried to his +granddaughter's room, and watched her with his paternal +tenderness; Villefort also, on his return from the law +courts, frequently passed an hour or two with his father and +child. At six o'clock Villefort retired to his study, at +eight M. d'Avrigny himself arrived, bringing the night +draught prepared for the young girl, and then M. Noirtier +was carried away. A nurse of the doctor's choice succeeded +them, and never left till about ten or eleven o'clock, when +Valentine was asleep. As she went down-stairs she gave the +keys of Valentine's room to M. de Villefort, so that no one +could reach the sick-room excepting through that of Madame +de Villefort and little Edward. + +Every morning Morrel called on Noirtier to receive news of +Valentine, and, extraordinary as it seemed, each day found +him less uneasy. Certainly, though Valentine still labored +under dreadful nervous excitement, she was better; and +moreover, Monte Cristo had told him when, half distracted, +he had rushed to the count's house, that if she were not +dead in two hours she would be saved. Now four days had +elapsed, and Valentine still lived. + +The nervous excitement of which we speak pursued Valentine +even in her sleep, or rather in that state of somnolence +which succeeded her waking hours; it was then, in the +silence of night, in the dim light shed from the alabaster +lamp on the chimney-piece, that she saw the shadows pass and +repass which hover over the bed of sickness, and fan the +fever with their trembling wings. First she fancied she saw +her stepmother threatening her, then Morrel stretched his +arms towards her; sometimes mere strangers, like the Count +of Monte Cristo came to visit her; even the very furniture, +in these moments of delirium, seemed to move, and this state +lasted till about three o'clock in the morning, when a deep, +heavy slumber overcame the young girl, from which she did +not awake till daylight. On the evening of the day on which +Valentine had learned of the flight of Eugenie and the +arrest of Benedetto, -- Villefort having retired as well as +Noirtier and d'Avrigny, -- her thoughts wandered in a +confused maze, alternately reviewing her own situation and +the events she had just heard. + +Eleven o'clock had struck. The nurse, having placed the +beverage prepared by the doctor within reach of the patient, +and locked the door, was listening with terror to the +comments of the servants in the kitchen, and storing her +memory with all the horrible stories which had for some +months past amused the occupants of the ante-chambers in the +house of the king's attorney. Meanwhile an unexpected scene +was passing in the room which had been so carefully locked. +Ten minutes had elapsed since the nurse had left; Valentine, +who for the last hour had been suffering from the fever +which returned nightly, incapable of controlling her ideas, +was forced to yield to the excitement which exhausted itself +in producing and reproducing a succession and recurrence of +the same fancies and images. The night-lamp threw out +countless rays, each resolving itself into some strange form +to her disordered imagination, when suddenly by its +flickering light Valentine thought she saw the door of her +library, which was in the recess by the chimney-piece, open +slowly, though she in vain listened for the sound of the +hinges on which it turned. + +At any other time Valentine would have seized the silken +bell-pull and summoned assistance, but nothing astonished +her in her present situation. Her reason told her that all +the visions she beheld were but the children of her +imagination, and the conviction was strengthened by the fact +that in the morning no traces remained of the nocturnal +phantoms, who disappeared with the coming of daylight. From +behind the door a human figure appeared, but the girl was +too familiar with such apparitions to be alarmed, and +therefore only stared, hoping to recognize Morrel. The +figure advanced towards the bed and appeared to listen with +profound attention. At this moment a ray of light glanced +across the face of the midnight visitor. + +"It is not he," she murmured, and waited, in the assurance +that this was but a dream, for the man to disappear or +assume some other form. Still, she felt her pulse, and +finding it throb violently she remembered that the best +method of dispelling such illusions was to drink, for a +draught of the beverage prepared by the doctor to allay her +fever seemed to cause a reaction of the brain, and for a +short time she suffered less. Valentine therefore reached +her hand towards the glass, but as soon as her trembling arm +left the bed the apparition advanced more quickly towards +her, and approached the young girl so closely that she +fancied she heard his breath, and felt the pressure of his +hand. + +This time the illusion, or rather the reality, surpassed +anything Valentine had before experienced; she began to +believe herself really alive and awake, and the belief that +her reason was this time not deceived made her shudder. The +pressure she felt was evidently intended to arrest her arm, +and she slowly withdrew it. Then the figure, from whom she +could not detach her eyes, and who appeared more protecting +than menacing, took the glass, and walking towards the +night-light held it up, as if to test its transparency. This +did not seem sufficient; the man, or rather the ghost -- for +he trod so softly that no sound was heard -- then poured out +about a spoonful into the glass, and drank it. Valentine +witnessed this scene with a sentiment of stupefaction. Every +minute she had expected that it would vanish and give place +to another vision; but the man, instead of dissolving like a +shadow, again approached her, and said in an agitated voice, +"Now you may drink." + +Valentine shuddered. It was the first time one of these +visions had ever addressed her in a living voice, and she +was about to utter an exclamation. The man placed his finger +on her lips. "The Count of Monte Cristo!" she murmured. + +It was easy to see that no doubt now remained in the young +girl's mind as to the reality of the scene; her eyes started +with terror, her hands trembled, and she rapidly drew the +bedclothes closer to her. Still, the presence of Monte +Cristo at such an hour, his mysterious, fanciful, and +extraordinary entrance into her room through the wall, might +well seem impossibilities to her shattered reason. "Do not +call any one -- do not be alarmed," said the Count; "do not +let a shade of suspicion or uneasiness remain in your +breast; the man standing before you, Valentine (for this +time it is no ghost), is nothing more than the tenderest +father and the most respectful friend you could dream of." + +Valentine could not reply; the voice which indicated the +real presence of a being in the room, alarmed her so much +that she feared to utter a syllable; still the expression of +her eyes seemed to inquire, "If your intentions are pure, +why are you here?" The count's marvellous sagacity +understood all that was passing in the young girl's mind. + +"Listen to me," he said, "or, rather, look upon me; look at +my face, paler even than usual, and my eyes, red with +weariness -- for four days I have not closed them, for I +have been constantly watching you, to protect and preserve +you for Maximilian." The blood mounted rapidly to the cheeks +of Valentine, for the name just announced by the count +dispelled all the fear with which his presence had inspired +her. "Maximilian!" she exclaimed, and so sweet did the sound +appear to her, that she repeated it -- "Maximilian! -- has +he then owned all to you?" + +"Everything. He told me your life was his, and I have +promised him that you shall live." + +"You have promised him that I shall live?" + +"Yes." + +"But, sir, you spoke of vigilance and protection. Are you a +doctor?" + +"Yes; the best you could have at the present time, believe +me." + +"But you say you have watched?" said Valentine uneasily; +"where have you been? -- I have not seen you." The count +extended his hand towards the library. "I was hidden behind +that door," he said, "which leads into the next house, which +I have rented." Valentine turned her eyes away, and, with an +indignant expression of pride and modest fear, exclaimed: +"Sir, I think you have been guilty of an unparalleled +intrusion, and that what you call protection is more like an +insult." + +"Valentine," he answered, "during my long watch over you, +all I have observed has been what people visited you, what +nourishment was prepared, and what beverage was served; +then, when the latter appeared dangerous to me, I entered, +as I have now done, and substituted, in the place of the +poison, a healthful draught; which, instead of producing the +death intended, caused life to circulate in your veins." + +"Poison -- death!" exclaimed Valentine, half believing +herself under the influence of some feverish hallucination; +"what are you saying, sir?" + +"Hush, my child," said Monte Cristo, again placing his +finger upon her lips, "I did say poison and death. But drink +some of this;" and the count took a bottle from his pocket, +containing a red liquid, of which he poured a few drops into +the glass. "Drink this, and then take nothing more +to-night." Valentine stretched out her hand, but scarcely +had she touched the glass when she drew back in fear. Monte +Cristo took the glass, drank half its contents, and then +presented it to Valentine, who smiled and swallowed the +rest. "Oh, yes," she exclaimed, "I recognize the flavor of +my nocturnal beverage which refreshed me so much, and seemed +to ease my aching brain. Thank you, sir, thank you!" + +"This is how you have lived during the last four nights, +Valentine," said the count. "But, oh, how I passed that +time! Oh, the wretched hours I have endured -- the torture +to which I have submitted when I saw the deadly poison +poured into your glass, and how I trembled lest you should +drink it before I could find time to throw it away!" + +"Sir," said Valentine, at the height of her terror, "you say +you endured tortures when you saw the deadly poison poured +into my glass; but if you saw this, you must also have seen +the person who poured it?" + +"Yes." Valentine raised herself in bed, and drew over her +chest, which appeared whiter than snow, the embroidered +cambric, still moist with the cold dews of delirium, to +which were now added those of terror. "You saw the person?" +repeated the young girl. "Yes," repeated the count. + +"What you tell me is horrible, sir. You wish to make me +believe something too dreadful. What? -- attempt to murder +me in my father's house, in my room, on my bed of sickness? +Oh, leave me, sir; you are tempting me -- you make me doubt +the goodness of providence -- it is impossible, it cannot +be!" + +"Are you the first that this hand has stricken? Have you not +seen M. de Saint-Meran, Madame de Saint-Meran, Barrois, all +fall? would not M. Noirtier also have fallen a victim, had +not the treatment he has been pursuing for the last three +years neutralized the effects of the poison?" + +"Oh, heaven," said Valentine; "is this the reason why +grandpapa has made me share all his beverages during the +last month?" + +"And have they all tasted of a slightly bitter flavor, like +that of dried orange-peel?" + +"Oh, yes, yes!" + +"Then that explains all," said Monte Cristo. "Your +grandfather knows, then, that a poisoner lives here; perhaps +he even suspects the person. He has been fortifying you, his +beloved child, against the fatal effects of the poison, +which has failed because your system was already impregnated +with it. But even this would have availed little against a +more deadly medium of death employed four days ago, which is +generally but too fatal." + +"But who, then, is this assassin, this murderer?" + +"Let me also ask you a question. Have you never seen any one +enter your room at night?" + +"Oh, yes; I have frequently seen shadows pass close to me, +approach, and disappear; but I took them for visions raised +by my feverish imagination, and indeed when you entered I +thought I was under the influence of delirium." + +"Then you do not know who it is that attempts your life?" + +"No," said Valentine; "who could desire my death?" + +"You shall know it now, then," said Monte Cristo, listening. + +"How do you mean?" said Valentine, looking anxiously around. + +"Because you are not feverish or delirious to-night, but +thoroughly awake; midnight is striking, which is the hour +murderers choose." + +"Oh, heavens," exclaimed Valentine, wiping off the drops +which ran down her forehead. Midnight struck slowly and +sadly; every hour seemed to strike with leaden weight upon +the heart of the poor girl. "Valentine," said the count, +"summon up all your courage; still the beatings of your +heart; do not let a sound escape you, and feign to be +asleep; then you will see." Valentine seized the count's +hand. "I think I hear a noise," she said; "leave me." + +"Good-by, for the present," replied the count, walking upon +tiptoe towards the library door, and smiling with an +expression so sad and paternal that the young girl's heart +was filled with gratitude. Before closing the door he turned +around once more, and said, "Not a movement -- not a word; +let them think you asleep, or perhaps you may be killed +before I have the power of helping you." And with this +fearful injunction the count disappeared through the door, +which noiselessly closed after him. + + + +Chapter 101 +Locusta. + +Valentine was alone; two other clocks, slower than that of +Saint-Philippe du Roule, struck the hour of midnight from +different directions, and excepting the rumbling of a few +carriages all was silent. Then Valentine's attention was +engrossed by the clock in her room, which marked the +seconds. She began counting them, remarking that they were +much slower than the beatings of her heart; and still she +doubted, -- the inoffensive Valentine could not imagine that +any one should desire her death. Why should they? To what +end? What had she done to excite the malice of an enemy? +There was no fear of her falling asleep. One terrible idea +pressed upon her mind, -- that some one existed in the world +who had attempted to assassinate her, and who was about to +endeavor to do so again. Supposing this person, wearied at +the inefficacy of the poison, should, as Monte Cristo +intimated, have recourse to steel! -- What if the count +should have no time to run to her rescue! -- What if her +last moments were approaching, and she should never again +see Morrel! When this terrible chain of ideas presented +itself, Valentine was nearly persuaded to ring the bell, and +call for help. But through the door she fancied she saw the +luminous eye of the count -- that eye which lived in her +memory, and the recollection overwhelmed her with so much +shame that she asked herself whether any amount of gratitude +could ever repay his adventurous and devoted friendship. + +Twenty minutes, twenty tedious minutes, passed thus, then +ten more, and at last the clock struck the half-flour. Just +then the sound of finger-nails slightly grating against the +door of the library informed Valentine that the count was +still watching, and recommended her to do the same; at the +same time, on the opposite side, that is towards Edward's +room, Valentine fancied that she heard the creaking of the +floor; she listened attentively, holding her breath till she +was nearly suffocated; the lock turned, and the door slowly +opened. Valentine had raised herself upon her elbow, and had +scarcely time to throw herself down on the bed and shade her +eyes with her arm; then, trembling, agitated, and her heart +beating with indescribable terror, she awaited the event. + +Some one approached the bed and drew back the curtains. +Valentine summoned every effort, and breathed with that +regular respiration which announces tranquil sleep. +"Valentine!" said a low voice. Still silent: Valentine had +promised not to awake. Then everything was still, excepting +that Valentine heard the almost noiseless sound of some +liquid being poured into the glass she had just emptied. +Then she ventured to open her eyelids, and glance over her +extended arm. She saw a woman in a white dressing-gown +pouring a liquor from a phial into her glass. During this +short time Valentine must have held her breath, or moved in +some slight degree, for the woman, disturbed, stopped and +leaned over the bed, in order the better to ascertain +whether Valentine slept -- it was Madame de Villefort. + +On recognizing her step-mother, Valentine could not repress +a shudder, which caused a vibration in the bed. Madame de +Villefort instantly stepped back close to the wall, and +there, shaded by the bed-curtains, she silently and +attentively watched the slightest movement of Valentine. The +latter recollected the terrible caution of Monte Cristo; she +fancied that the hand not holding the phial clasped a long +sharp knife. Then collecting all her remaining strength, she +forced herself to close her eyes; but this simple operation +upon the most delicate organs of our frame, generally so +easy to accomplish, became almost impossible at this moment, +so much did curiosity struggle to retain the eyelid open and +learn the truth. Madame de Villefort, however, reassured by +the silence, which was alone disturbed by the regular +breathing of Valentine, again extended her hand, and half +hidden by the curtains succeeded in emptying the contents of +the phial into the glass. Then she retired so gently that +Valentine did not know she had left the room. She only +witnessed the withdrawal of the arm -- the fair round arm of +a woman but twenty-five years old, and who yet spread death +around her. + +It is impossible to describe the sensations experienced by +Valentine during the minute and a half Madame de Villefort +remained in the room. The grating against the library-door +aroused the young girl from the stupor in which she was +plunged, and which almost amounted to insensibility. She +raised her head with an effort. The noiseless door again +turned on its hinges, and the Count of Monte Cristo +reappeared. "Well," said he, "do you still doubt?" + +"Oh," murmured the young girl. + +"Have you seen?" + +"Alas!" + +"Did you recognize?" Valentine groaned. "Oh, yes;" she said, +"I saw, but I cannot believe!" + +"Would you rather die, then, and cause Maximilian's death?" + +"Oh," repeated the young girl, almost bewildered, "can I not +leave the house? -- can I not escape?" + +"Valentine, the hand which now threatens you will pursue you +everywhere; your servants will be seduced with gold, and +death will be offered to you disguised in every shape. You +will find it in the water you drink from the spring, in the +fruit you pluck from the tree." + +"But did you not say that my kind grandfather's precaution +had neutralized the poison?" + +"Yes, but not against a strong dose; the poison will be +changed, and the quantity increased." He took the glass and +raised it to his lips. "It is already done," he said; +"brucine is no longer employed, but a simple narcotic! I can +recognize the flavor of the alcohol in which it has been +dissolved. If you had taken what Madame de Villefort has +poured into your glass, Valentine -- Valentine -- you would +have been doomed!" + +"But," exclaimed the young girl, "why am I thus pursued?" + +"Why? -- are you so kind -- so good -- so unsuspicious of +ill, that you cannot understand, Valentine?" + +"No, I have never injured her." + +"But you are rich, Valentine; you have 200,000 livres a +year, and you prevent her son from enjoying these 200,000 +livres." + +"How so? The fortune is not her gift, but is inherited from +my relations." + +"Certainly; and that is why M. and Madame de Saint-Meran +have died; that is why M. Noirtier was sentenced the day he +made you his heir; that is why you, in your turn, are to die +-- it is because your father would inherit your property, +and your brother, his only son, succeed to his." + +"Edward? Poor child! Are all these crimes committed on his +account?" + +"Ah, then you at length understand?" + +"Heaven grant that this may not be visited upon him!" + +"Valentine, you are an angel!" + +"But why is my grandfather allowed to live?" + +"It was considered, that you dead, the fortune would +naturally revert to your brother, unless he were +disinherited; and besides, the crime appearing useless, it +would be folly to commit it." + +"And is it possible that this frightful combination of +crimes has been invented by a woman?" + +"Do you recollect in the arbor of the Hotel des Postes, at +Perugia, seeing a man in a brown cloak, whom your stepmother +was questioning upon aqua tofana? Well, ever since then, the +infernal project has been ripening in her brain." + +"Ah, then, indeed, sir," said the sweet girl, bathed in +tears, "I see that I am condemned to die!" + +"No, Valentine, for I have foreseen all their plots; no, +your enemy is conquered since we know her, and you will +live, Valentine -- live to be happy yourself, and to confer +happiness upon a noble heart; but to insure this you must +rely on me." + +"Command me, sir -- what am I to do?" + +"You must blindly take what I give you." + +"Alas, were it only for my own sake, I should prefer to +die!" + +"You must not confide in any one -- not even in your +father." + +"My father is not engaged in this fearful plot, is he, sir?" +asked Valentine, clasping her hands. + +"No; and yet your father, a man accustomed to judicial +accusations, ought to have known that all these deaths have +not happened naturally; it is he who should have watched +over you -- he should have occupied my place -- he should +have emptied that glass -- he should have risen against the +assassin. Spectre against spectre!" he murmured in a low +voice, as he concluded his sentence. + +"Sir," said Valentine, "I will do all I can to live. for +there are two beings whose existence depends upon mine -- my +grandfather and Maximilian." + +"I will watch over them as I have over you." + +"Well, sir, do as you will with me;" and then she added, in +a low voice, "oh, heavens, what will befall me?" + +"Whatever may happen, Valentine, do not be alarmed; though +you suffer; though you lose sight, hearing, consciousness, +fear nothing; though you should awake and be ignorant where +you are, still do not fear; even though you should find +yourself in a sepulchral vault or coffin. Reassure yourself, +then, and say to yourself: `At this moment, a friend, a +father, who lives for my happiness and that of Maximilian, +watches over me!'" + +"Alas, alas, what a fearful extremity!" + +"Valentine, would you rather denounce your stepmother?" + +"I would rather die a hundred times -- oh, yes, die!" + +"No, you will not die; but will you promise me, whatever +happens, that you will not complain, but hope?" + +"I will think of Maximilian!" + +"You are my own darling child, Valentine! I alone can save +you, and I will." Valentine in the extremity of her terror +joined her hands, -- for she felt that the moment had +arrived to ask for courage, -- and began to pray, and while +uttering little more than incoherent words, she forgot that +her white shoulders had no other covering than her long +hair, and that the pulsations of her heart could he seen +through the lace of her nightdress. Monte Cristo gently laid +his hand on the young girl's arm, drew the velvet coverlet +close to her throat, and said with a paternal smile, -- "My +child, believe in my devotion to you as you believe in the +goodness of providence and the love of Maximilian." + +Then he drew from his waistcoat-pocket the little emerald +box, raised the golden lid, and took from it a pastille +about the size of a pea, which he placed in her hand. She +took it, and looked attentively on the count; there was an +expression on the face of her intrepid protector which +commanded her veneration. She evidently interrogated him by +her look. "Yes," said he. Valentine carried the pastille to +her mouth, and swallowed it. "And now, my dear child, adieu +for the present. I will try and gain a little sleep, for you +are saved." + +"Go," said Valentine, "whatever happens, I promise you not +to fear." + +Monte Cristo for some time kept his eyes fixed on the young +girl, who gradually fell asleep, yielding to the effects of +the narcotic the count had given her. Then he took the +glass, emptied three parts of the contents in the fireplace, +that it might be supposed Valentine had taken it, and +replaced it on the table; then he disappeared, after +throwing a farewell glance on Valentine, who slept with the +confidence and innocence of an angel. + + + +Chapter 102 +Valentine. + +The night-light continued to burn on the chimney-piece, +exhausting the last drops of oil which floated on the +surface of the water. The globe of the lamp appeared of a +reddish hue, and the flame, brightening before it expired, +threw out the last flickerings which in an inanimate object +have been so often compared with the convulsions of a human +creature in its final agonies. A dull and dismal light was +shed over the bedclothes and curtains surrounding the young +girl. All noise in the streets had ceased, and the silence +was frightful. It was then that the door of Edward's room +opened, and a head we have before noticed appeared in the +glass opposite; it was Madame de Villefort, who came to +witness the effects of the drink she had prepared. She +stopped in the doorway, listened for a moment to the +flickering of the lamp, the only sound in that deserted +room, and then advanced to the table to see if Valentine's +glass were empty. It was still about a quarter full, as we +before stated. Madame de Villefort emptied the contents into +the ashes, which she disturbed that they might the more +readily absorb the liquid; then she carefully rinsed the +glass, and wiping it with her handkerchief replaced it on +the table. + +If any one could have looked into the room just then he +would have noticed the hesitation with which Madame de +Villefort approached the bed and looked fixedly on +Valentine. The dim light, the profound silence, and the +gloomy thoughts inspired by the hour, and still more by her +own conscience, all combined to produce a sensation of fear; +the poisoner was terrified at the contemplation of her own +work. At length she rallied, drew aside the curtain, and +leaning over the pillow gazed intently on Valentine. The +young girl no longer breathed, no breath issued through the +half-closed teeth; the white lips no longer quivered -- the +eyes were suffused with a bluish vapor, and the long black +lashes rested on a cheek white as wax. Madame de Villefort +gazed upon the face so expressive even in its stillness; +then she ventured to raise the coverlet and press her hand +upon the young girl's heart. It was cold and motionless. She +only felt the pulsation in her own fingers, and withdrew her +hand with a shudder. One arm was hanging out of the bed; +from shoulder to elbow it was moulded after the arms of +Germain Pillon's "Graces,"* but the fore-arm seemed to be +slightly distorted by convulsion, and the hand, so +delicately formed, was resting with stiff outstretched +fingers on the framework of the bed. The nails, too, were +turning blue. + +* Germain Pillon was a famous French sculptor (1535-1598). +His best known work is "The Three Graces," now in the +Louvre. + +Madame de Villefort had no longer any doubt; all was over -- +she had consummated the last terrible work she had to +accomplish. There was no more to do in the room, so the +poisoner retired stealthily, as though fearing to hear the +sound of her own footsteps; but as she withdrew she still +held aside the curtain, absorbed in the irresistible +attraction always exerted by the picture of death, so long +as it is merely mysterious and does not excite disgust. Just +then the lamp again flickered; the noise startled Madame de +Villefort, who shuddered and dropped the curtain. +Immediately afterwards the light expired, and the room was +plunged in frightful obscurity, while the clock at that +minute struck half-past four. Overpowered with agitation, +the poisoner succeeded in groping her way to the door, and +reached her room in an agony of fear. + +The darkness lasted two hours longer; then by degrees a cold +light crept through the Venetian blinds, until at length it +revealed the objects in the room. About this time the +nurse's cough was heard on the stairs and the woman entered +the room with a cup in her hand. To the tender eye of a +father or a lover, the first glance would have sufficed to +reveal Valentine's condition; but to this hireling, +Valentine only appeared to sleep. "Good," she exclaimed, +approaching the table, "she has taken part of her draught; +the glass is three-quarters empty." + +Then she went to the fireplace and lit the fire, and +although she had just left her bed, she could not resist the +temptation offered by Valentine's sleep, so she threw +herself into an arm-chair to snatch a little more rest. The +clock striking eight awoke her. Astonished at the prolonged +slumber of the patient, and frightened to see that the arm +was still hanging out of the bed, she advanced towards +Valentine, and for the first time noticed the white lips. +She tried to replace the arm, but it moved with a frightful +rigidity which could not deceive a sick-nurse. She screamed +aloud; then running to the door exclaimed, -- "Help, help!" + +"What is the matter?" asked M. d'Avrigny, at the foot of the +stairs, it being the hour he usually visited her. + +"What is it?" asked Villefort, rushing from his room. +"Doctor, do you hear them call for help?" + +"Yes, yes; let us hasten up; it was in Valentine's room." +But before the doctor and the father could reach the room, +the servants who were on the same floor had entered, and +seeing Valentine pale and motionless on her bed, they lifted +up their hands towards heaven and stood transfixed, as +though struck by lightening. "Call Madame de Villefort! -- +wake Madame de Villefort!" cried the procureur from the door +of his chamber, which apparently he scarcely dared to leave. +But instead of obeying him, the servants stood watching M. +d'Avrigny, who ran to Valentine, and raised her in his arms. +"What? -- this one, too?" he exclaimed. "Oh, where will be +the end?" Villefort rushed into the room. "What are you +saying, doctor?" he exclaimed, raising his hands to heaven. + +"I say that Valentine is dead!" replied d'Avrigny, in a +voice terrible in its solemn calm. + +M. de Villefort staggered and buried his head in the bed. On +the exclamation of the doctor and the cry of the father, the +servants all fled with muttered imprecations; they were +heard running down the stairs and through the long passages, +then there was a rush in the court, afterwards all was +still; they had, one and all, deserted the accursed house. +Just then, Madame de Villefort, in the act of slipping on +her dressing-gown, threw aside the drapery and for a moment +stood motionless, as though interrogating the occupants of +the room, while she endeavored to call up some rebellious +tears. On a sudden she stepped, or rather bounded, with +outstretched arms, towards the table. She saw d'Avrigny +curiously examining the glass, which she felt certain of +having emptied during the night. It was now a third full, +just as it was when she threw the contents into the ashes. +The spectre of Valentine rising before the poisoner would +have alarmed her less. It was, indeed, the same color as the +draught she had poured into the glass, and which Valentine +had drank; it was indeed the poison, which could not deceive +M. d'Avrigny, which he now examined so closely; it was +doubtless a miracle from heaven, that, notwithstanding her +precautions, there should be some trace, some proof +remaining to reveal the crime. While Madame de Villefort +remained rooted to the spot like a statue of terror, and +Villefort, with his head hidden in the bedclothes, saw +nothing around him, d'Avrigny approached the window, that he +might the better examine the contents of the glass, and +dipping the tip of his finger in, tasted it. "Ah," he +exclaimed, "it is no longer brucine that is used; let me see +what it is!" + +Then he ran to one of the cupboards in Valentine's room, +which had been transformed into a medicine closet, and +taking from its silver case a small bottle of nitric acid, +dropped a little of it into the liquor, which immediately +changed to a blood-red color. "Ah," exclaimed d'Avrigny, in +a voice in which the horror of a judge unveiling the truth +was mingled with the delight of a student making a +discovery. Madame de Villefort was overpowered, her eyes +first flashed and then swam, she staggered towards the door +and disappeared. Directly afterwards the distant sound of a +heavy weight falling on the ground was heard, but no one +paid any attention to it; the nurse was engaged in watching +the chemical analysis, and Villefort was still absorbed in +grief. M. d'Avrigny alone had followed Madame de Villefort +with his eyes, and watched her hurried retreat. He lifted up +the drapery over the entrance to Edward's room, and his eye +reaching as far as Madame de Villefort's apartment, he +beheld her extended lifeless on the floor. "Go to the +assistance of Madame de Villefort," he said to the nurse. +"Madame de Villefort is ill." + +"But Mademoiselle de Villefort " -- stammered the nurse. + +"Mademoiselle de Villefort no longer requires help," said +d'Avrigny, "since she is dead." + +"Dead, -- dead!" groaned forth Villefort, in a paroxysm of +grief, which was the more terrible from the novelty of the +sensation in the iron heart of that man. + +"Dead!" repeated a third voice. "Who said Valentine was +dead?" + +The two men turned round, and saw Morrel standing at the +door, pale and terror-stricken. This is what had happened. +At the usual time, Morrel had presented himself at the +little door leading to Noirtier's room. Contrary to custom, +the door was open, and having no occasion to ring he +entered. He waited for a moment in the hall and called for a +servant to conduct him to M. Noirtier; but no one answered, +the servants having, as we know, deserted the house. Morrel +had no particular reason for uneasiness; Monte Cristo had +promised him that Valentine should live, and so far he had +always fulfilled his word. Every night the count had given +him news, which was the next morning confirmed by Noirtier. +Still this extraordinary silence appeared strange to him, +and he called a second and third time; still no answer. Then +he determined to go up. Noirtier's room was opened, like all +the rest. The first thing he saw was the old man sitting in +his arm-chair in his usual place, but his eyes expressed +alarm, which was confirmed by the pallor which overspread +his features. + +"How are you, sir?" asked Morrel, with a sickness of heart. + +"Well," answered the old man, by closing his eyes; but his +appearance manifested increasing uneasiness. + +"You are thoughtful, sir," continued Morrel; "you want +something; shall I call one of the servants?" + +"Yes," replied Noirtier. + +Morrel pulled the bell, but though he nearly broke the cord +no one answered. He turned towards Noirtier; the pallor and +anguish expressed on his countenance momentarily increased. + +"Oh," exclaimed Morrel, "why do they not come? Is any one +ill in the house?" The eyes of Noirtier seemed as though +they would start from their sockets. "What is the matter? +You alarm me. Valentine? Valentine?" + +"Yes, yes," signed Noirtier. Maximilian tried to speak, but +he could articulate nothing; he staggered, and supported +himself against the wainscot. Then he pointed to the door. + +"Yes, yes, yes!" continued the old man. Maximilian rushed up +the little staircase, while Noirtier's eyes seemed to say, +-- "Quicker, quicker!" + +In a minute the young man darted through several rooms, till +at length he reached Valentine's. There was no occasion to +push the door, it was wide open. A sob was the only sound he +heard. He saw as though in a mist, a black figure kneeling +and buried in a confused mass of white drapery. A terrible +fear transfixed him. It was then he heard a voice exclaim +"Valentine is dead!" and another voice which, like an echo +repeated, -- "Dead, -- dead!" + + + +Chapter 103 +Maximilian. + +Villefort rose, half ashamed of being surprised in such a +paroxysm of grief. The terrible office he had held for +twenty-five years had succeeded in making him more or less +than man. His glance, at first wandering, fixed itself upon +Morrel. "Who are you, sir," he asked, "that forget that this +is not the manner to enter a house stricken with death? Go, +sir, go!" But Morrel remained motionless; he could not +detach his eyes from that disordered bed, and the pale +corpse of the young girl who was lying on it. "Go! -- do you +hear?" said Villefort, while d'Avrigny advanced to lead +Morrel out. Maximilian stared for a moment at the corpse, +gazed all around the room, then upon the two men; he opened +his mouth to speak, but finding it impossible to give +utterance to the innumerable ideas that occupied his brain, +he went out, thrusting his hands through his hair in such a +manner that Villefort and d'Avrigny, for a moment diverted +from the engrossing topic, exchanged glances, which seemed +to say, -- "He is mad!" + +But in less than five minutes the staircase groaned beneath +an extraordinary weight. Morrel was seen carrying, with +superhuman strength, the arm-chair containing Noirtier +up-stairs. When he reached the landing he placed the +arm-chair on the floor and rapidly rolled it into +Valentine's room. This could only have been accomplished by +means of unnatural strength supplied by powerful excitement. +But the most fearful spectacle was Noirtier being pushed +towards the bed, his face expressing all his meaning, and +his eyes supplying the want of every other faculty. That +pale face and flaming glance appeared to Villefort like a +frightful apparition. Each time he had been brought into +contact with his father, something terrible had happened. +"See what they have done!" cried Morrel, with one hand +leaning on the back of the chair, and the other extended +towards Valentine. "See, my father, see!" + +Villefort drew back and looked with astonishment on the +young man, who, almost a stranger to him, called Noirtier +his father. At this moment the whole soul of the old man +seemed centred in his eyes which became bloodshot; the veins +of the throat swelled; his cheeks and temples became purple, +as though he was struck with epilepsy; nothing was wanting +to complete this but the utterance of a cry. And the cry +issued from his pores, if we may thus speak -- a cry +frightful in its silence. D'Avrigny rushed towards the old +man and made him inhale a powerful restorative. + +"Sir," cried Morrel, seizing the moist hand of the +paralytic, "they ask me who I am, and what right I have to +be here. Oh, you know it, tell them, tell them!" And the +young man's voice was choked by sobs. As for the old man, +his chest heaved with his panting respiration. One could +have thought that he was undergoing the agonies preceding +death. At length, happier than the young man, who sobbed +without weeping, tears glistened in the eyes of Noirtier. +"Tell them," said Morrel in a hoarse voice, "tell them that +I am her betrothed. Tell them she was my beloved, my noble +girl, my only blessing in the world. Tell them -- oh, tell +them, that corpse belongs to me!" + +The young man overwhelmed by the weight of his anguish, fell +heavily on his knees before the bed, which his fingers +grasped with convulsive energy. D'Avrigny, unable to bear +the sight of this touching emotion, turned away; and +Villefort, without seeking any further explanation, and +attracted towards him by the irresistible magnetism which +draws us towards those who have loved the people for whom we +mourn, extended his hand towards the young man. But Morrel +saw nothing; he had grasped the hand of Valentine, and +unable to weep vented his agony in groans as he bit the +sheets. For some time nothing was heard in that chamber but +sobs, exclamations, and prayers. At length Villefort, the +most composed of all, spoke: "Sir," said he to Maximilian, +"you say you loved Valentine, that you were betrothed to +her. I knew nothing of this engagement, of this love, yet I, +her father, forgive you, for I see that your grief is real +and deep; and besides my own sorrow is too great for anger +to find a place in my heart. But you see that the angel whom +you hoped for has left this earth -- she has nothing more to +do with the adoration of men. Take a last farewell, sir, of +her sad remains; take the hand you expected to possess once +more within your own, and then separate yourself from her +forever. Valentine now requires only the ministrations of +the priest." + +"You are mistaken, sir," exclaimed Morrel, raising himself +on one knee, his heart pierced by a more acute pang than any +he had yet felt -- "you are mistaken; Valentine, dying as +she has, not only requires a priest, but an avenger. You, M. +de Villefort, send for the priest; I will be the avenger." + +"What do you mean, sir?" asked Villefort, trembling at the +new idea inspired by the delirium of Morrel. + +"I tell you, sir, that two persons exist in you; the father +has mourned sufficiently, now let the procureur fulfil his +office." + +The eyes of Noirtier glistened, and d'Avrigny approached. + +"Gentlemen," said Morrel, reading all that passed through +the minds of the witnesses to the scene, "I know what I am +saying, and you know as well as I do what I am about to say +-- Valentine has been assassinated!" Villefort hung his +head, d'Avrigny approached nearer, and Noirtier said "Yes" +with his eyes. "Now, sir," continued Morrel, "in these days +no one can disappear by violent means without some inquiries +being made as to the cause of her disappearance, even were +she not a young, beautiful, and adorable creature like +Valentine. Mr. Procureur," said Morrel with increasing +vehemence, "no mercy is allowed; I denounce the crime; it is +your place to seek the assassin." The young man's implacable +eyes interrogated Villefort, who, on his side, glanced from +Noirtier to d'Avrigny. But instead of finding sympathy in +the eyes of the doctor and his father, he only saw an +expression as inflexible as that of Maximilian. "Yes," +indicated the old man. + +"Assuredly," said d'Avrigny. + +"Sir," said Villefort, striving to struggle against this +triple force and his own emotion, -- "sir, you are deceived; +no one commits crimes here. I am stricken by fate. It is +horrible, indeed, but no one assassinates." + +The eyes of Noirtier lighted up with rage, and d'Avrigny +prepared to speak. Morrel, however, extended his arm, and +commanded silence. "And I say that murders are committed +here," said Morrel, whose voice, though lower in tone, lost +none of its terrible distinctness: "I tell you that this is +the fourth victim within the last four months. I tell you, +Valentine's life was attempted by poison four days ago, +though she escaped, owing to the precautions of M. Noirtier. +I tell you that the dose has been double, the poison +changed, and that this time it has succeeded. I tell you +that you know these things as well as I do, since this +gentleman has forewarned you, both as a doctor and as a +friend." + +"Oh, you rave, sir," exclaimed Villefort, in vain +endeavoring to escape the net in which he was taken. + +"I rave?" said Morrel; "well, then, I appeal to M. d'Avrigny +himself. Ask him, sir, if he recollects the words he uttered +in the garden of this house on the night of Madame de +Saint-Meran's death. You thought yourselves alone, and +talked about that tragical death, and the fatality you +mentioned then is the same which has caused the murder of +Valentine." Villefort and d'Avrigny exchanged looks. "Yes, +yes," continued Morrel; "recall the scene, for the words you +thought were only given to silence and solitude fell into my +ears. Certainly, after witnessing the culpable indolence +manifested by M. de Villefort towards his own relations, I +ought to have denounced him to the authorities; then I +should not have been an accomplice to thy death, as I now +am, sweet, beloved Valentine; but the accomplice shall +become the avenger. This fourth murder is apparent to all, +and if thy father abandon thee, Valentine, it is I, and I +swear it, that shall pursue the assassin." And this time, as +though nature had at least taken compassion on the vigorous +frame, nearly bursting with its own strength, the words of +Morrel were stifled in his throat; his breast heaved; the +tears, so long rebellious, gushed from his eyes; and he +threw himself weeping on his knees by the side of the bed. + +Then d'Avrigny spoke. "And I, too," he exclaimed in a low +voice, "I unite with M. Morrel in demanding justice for +crime; my blood boils at the idea of having encouraged a +murderer by my cowardly concession." + +"Oh, merciful heavens!" murmured Villefort. Morrel raised +his head, and reading the eyes of the old man, which gleamed +with unnatural lustre, -- "Stay," he said, "M. Noirtier +wishes to speak." + +"Yes," indicated Noirtier, with an expression the more +terrible, from all his faculties being centred in his +glance. + +"Do you know the assassin?" asked Morrel. + +"Yes," replied Noirtier. + +"And will you direct us?" exclaimed the young man. "Listen, +M. d'Avrigny, listen!" Noirtier looked upon Morrel with one +of those melancholy smiles which had so often made Valentine +happy, and thus fixed his attention. Then, having riveted +the eyes of his interlocutor on his own, he glanced towards +the door. + +"Do you wish me to leave?" said Morrel, sadly. + +"Yes," replied Noirtier. + +"Alas, alas, sir, have pity on me!" + +The old man's eyes remained fixed on the door. + +"May I, at least, return?" asked Morrel. + +"Yes." + +"Must I leave alone?" + +"No." + +"Whom am I to take with me? The procureur?" + +"No." + +"The doctor?" + +"Yes." + +"You wish to remain alone with M. de Villefort?" + +"Yes." + +"But can he understand you?" + +"Yes." + +"Oh," said Villefort, inexpressibly delighted to think that +the inquiries were to be made by him alone, -- "oh, be +satisfied, I can understand my father." D'Avrigny took the +young man's arm, and led him out of the room. A more than +deathlike silence then reigned in the house. At the end of a +quarter of an hour a faltering footstep was heard, and +Villefort appeared at the door of the apartment where +d'Avrigny and Morrel had been staying, one absorbed in +meditation, the other in grief. "You can come," he said, and +led them back to Noirtier. Morrel looked attentively on +Villefort. His face was livid, large drops rolled down his +face, and in his fingers he held the fragments of a quill +pen which he had torn to atoms. + +"Gentlemen," he said in a hoarse voice, "give me your word +of honor that this horrible secret shall forever remain +buried amongst ourselves!" The two men drew back. + +"I entreat you." -- continued Villefort. + +"But," said Morrel, "the culprit -- the murderer -- the +assassin." + +"Do not alarm yourself, sir; justice will be done," said +Villefort. "My father has revealed the culprit's name; my +father thirsts for revenge as much as you do, yet even he +conjures you as I do to keep this secret. Do you not, +father?" + +"Yes," resolutely replied Noirtier. Morrel suffered an +exclamation of horror and surprise to escape him. "Oh, sir," +said Villefort, arresting Maximilian by the arm, "if my +father, the inflexible man, makes this request, it is +because he knows, be assured, that Valentine will be +terribly revenged. Is it not so, father?" The old man made a +sign in the affirmative. Villefort continued: "He knows me, +and I have pledged my word to him. Rest assured, gentlemen, +that within three days, in a less time than justice would +demand, the revenge I shall have taken for the murder of my +child will be such as to make the boldest heart tremble;" +and as he spoke these words he ground his teeth, and grasped +the old man's senseless hand. + +"Will this promise be fulfilled, M. Noirtier?" asked Morrel, +while d'Avrigny looked inquiringly. + +"Yes," replied Noirtier with an expression of sinister joy. + +"Swear, then," said Villefort, joining the hands of Morrel +and d'Avrigny, "swear that you will spare the honor of my +house, and leave me to avenge my child." D'Avrigny turned +round and uttered a very feeble "Yes," but Morrel, +disengaging his hand, rushed to the bed, and after having +pressed the cold lips of Valentine with his own, hurriedly +left, uttering a long, deep groan of despair and anguish. We +have before stated that all the servants had fled. M. de +Villefort was therefore obliged to request M. d'Avrigny to +superintend all the arrangements consequent upon a death in +a large city, more especially a death under such suspicious +circumstances. + +It was something terrible to witness the silent agony, the +mute despair of Noirtier, whose tears silently rolled down +his cheeks. Villefort retired to his study, and d'Avrigny +left to summon the doctor of the mayoralty, whose office it +is to examine bodies after decease, and who is expressly +named "the doctor of the dead." M. Noirtier could not be +persuaded to quit his grandchild. At the end of a quarter of +an hour M. d'Avrigny returned with his associate; they found +the outer gate closed, and not a servant remaining in the +house; Villefort himself was obliged to open to them. But he +stopped on the landing; he had not the courage to again +visit the death chamber. The two doctors, therefore, entered +the room alone. Noirtier was near the bed, pale, motionless, +and silent as the corpse. The district doctor approached +with the indifference of a man accustomed to spend half his +time amongst the dead; he then lifted the sheet which was +placed over the face, and just unclosed the lips. + +"Alas," said d'Avrigny, "she is indeed dead, poor child!" + +"Yes," answered the doctor laconically, dropping the sheet +he had raised. Noirtier uttered a kind of hoarse, rattling +sound; the old man's eyes sparkled, and the good doctor +understood that he wished to behold his child. He therefore +approached the bed, and while his companion was dipping the +fingers with which he had touched the lips of the corpse in +chloride of lime, he uncovered the calm and pale face, which +looked like that of a sleeping angel. A tear, which appeared +in the old man's eye, expressed his thanks to the doctor. +The doctor of the dead then laid his permit on the corner of +the table, and having fulfilled his duty, was conducted out +by d'Avrigny. Villefort met them at the door of his study; +having in a few words thanked the district doctor, he turned +to d'Avrigny, and said, -- "And now the priest." + +"Is there any particular priest you wish to pray with +Valentine?" asked d'Avrigny. + +"No." said Villefort; "fetch the nearest." + +"The nearest," said the district doctor, "is a good Italian +abbe, who lives next door to you. Shall I call on him as I +pass?" + +"D'Avrigny," said Villefort, "be so kind, I beseech you, as +to accompany this gentleman. Here is the key of the door, so +that you can go in and out as you please; you will bring the +priest with you, and will oblige me by introducing him into +my child's room." + +"Do you wish to see him?" + +"I only wish to be alone. You will excuse me, will you not? +A priest can understand a father's grief." And M. de +Villefort, giving the key to d'Avrigny, again bade farewell +to the strange doctor, and retired to his study, where he +began to work. For some temperaments work is a remedy for +all afflictions. As the doctors entered the street, they saw +a man in a cassock standing on the threshold of the next +door. "This is the abbe of whom I spoke," said the doctor to +d'Avrigny. D'Avrigny accosted the priest. "Sir," he said, +"are you disposed to confer a great obligation on an unhappy +father who has just lost his daughter? I mean M. de +Villefort, the king's attorney." + +"Ah," said the priest, in a marked Italian accent; "yes, I +have heard that death is in that house." + +"Then I need not tell you what kind of service he requires +of you." + +"I was about to offer myself, sir," said the priest; "it is +our mission to forestall our duties." + +"It is a young girl." + +"I know it, sir; the servants who fled from the house +informed me. I also know that her name is Valentine, and I +have already prayed for her." + +"Thank you, sir," said d'Avrigny; "since you have commenced +your sacred office, deign to continue it. Come and watch by +the dead, and all the wretched family will be grateful to +you." + +"I am going, sir; and I do not hesitate to say that no +prayers will be more fervent than mine." D'Avrigny took the +priest's hand, and without meeting Villefort, who was +engaged in his study, they reached Valentine's room, which +on the following night was to be occupied by the +undertakers. On entering the room, Noirtier's eyes met those +of the abbe, and no doubt he read some particular expression +in them, for he remained in the room. D'Avrigny recommended +the attention of the priest to the living as well as to the +dead, and the abbe promised to devote his prayers to +Valentine and his attentions to Noirtier. In order, +doubtless, that he might not be disturbed while fulfilling +his sacred mission, the priest rose as soon as d'Avrigny +departed, and not only bolted the door through which the +doctor had just left, but also that leading to Madame de +Villefort's room. + + + +Chapter 104 +Danglars Signature. + +The next morning dawned dull and cloudy. During the night +the undertakers had executed their melancholy office, and +wrapped the corpse in the winding-sheet, which, whatever may +be said about the equality of death, is at least a last +proof of the luxury so pleasing in life. This winding-sheet +was nothing more than a beautiful piece of cambric, which +the young girl had bought a fortnight before. During the +evening two men, engaged for the purpose, had carried +Noirtier from Valentine's room into his own, and contrary to +all expectation there was no difficulty in withdrawing him +from his child. The Abbe Busoni had watched till daylight, +and then left without calling any one. D'Avrigny returned +about eight o'clock in the morning; he met Villefort on his +way to Noirtier's room, and accompanied him to see how the +old man had slept. They found him in the large arm-chair, +which served him for a bed, enjoying a calm, nay, almost a +smiling sleep. They both stood in amazement at the door. + +"See," said d'Avrigny to Villefort, "nature knows how to +alleviate the deepest sorrow. No one can say that M. +Noirtier did not love his child, and yet he sleeps." + +"Yes, you are right," replied Villefort, surprised; "he +sleeps, indeed! And this is the more strange, since the +least contradiction keeps him awake all night." + +"Grief has stunned him," replied d'Avrigny; and they both +returned thoughtfully to the procureur's study. + +"See, I have not slept," said Villefort, showing his +undisturbed bed; "grief does not stun me. I have not been in +bed for two nights; but then look at my desk; see what I +have written during these two days and nights. I have filled +those papers, and have made out the accusation against the +assassin Benedetto. Oh, work, work, -- my passion, my joy, +my delight, -- it is for thee to alleviate my sorrows!" and +he convulsively grasped the hand of d'Avrigny. + +"Do you require my services now?" asked d'Avrigny. + +"No," said Villefort; "only return again at eleven o'clock; +at twelve the -- the -- oh, heavens, my poor, poor child!" +and the procureur again becoming a man, lifted up his eyes +and groaned. + +"Shall you be present in the reception room?" + +"No; I have a cousin who has undertaken this sad office. I +shall work, doctor -- when I work I forget everything." And, +indeed, no sooner had the doctor left the room, than he was +again absorbed in study. On the doorsteps d'Avrigny met the +cousin whom Villefort had mentioned, a personage as +insignificant in our story as in the world he occupied -- +one of those beings designed from their birth to make +themselves useful to others. He was punctual, dressed in +black, with crape around his hat, and presented himself at +his cousin's with a face made up for the occasion, and which +he could alter as might be required. At twelve o'clock the +mourning-coaches rolled into the paved court, and the Rue du +Faubourg Saint-Honore was filled with a crowd of idlers, +equally pleased to witness the festivities or the mourning +of the rich, and who rush with the same avidity to a funeral +procession as to the marriage of a duchess. + +Gradually the reception-room filled, and some of our old +friends made their appearance -- we mean Debray, +Chateau-Renaud, and Beauchamp, accompanied by all the +leading men of the day at the bar, in literature, or the +army, for M. de Villefort moved in the first Parisian +circles, less owing to his social position than to his +personal merit. The cousin standing at the door ushered in +the guests, and it was rather a relief to the indifferent to +see a person as unmoved as themselves, and who did not exact +a mournful face or force tears, as would have been the case +with a father, a brother, or a lover. Those who were +acquainted soon formed into little groups. One of them was +made of Debray, Chateau-Renaud, and Beauchamp. + +"Poor girl," said Debray, like the rest, paying an +involuntary tribute to the sad event, -- "poor girl, so +young, so rich, so beautiful! Could you have imagined this +scene, Chateau-Renaud, when we saw her, at the most three +weeks ago, about to sign that contract?" + +"Indeed, no," said Chateau-Renaud -- "Did you know her?" + +"I spoke to her once or twice at Madame de Morcerf's, among +the rest; she appeared to me charming, though rather +melancholy. Where is her stepmother? Do you know?" + +"She is spending the day with the wife of the worthy +gentleman who is receiving us." + +"Who is he?" + +"Whom do you mean?" + +"The gentleman who receives us? Is he a deputy?" + +"Oh, no. I am condemned to witness those gentlemen every +day," said Beauchamp; "but he is perfectly unknown to me." + +"Have you mentioned this death in your paper?" + +"It has been mentioned, but the article is not mine; indeed, +I doubt if it will please M. Villefort, for it says that if +four successive deaths had happened anywhere else than in +the house of the king's attorney, he would have interested +himself somewhat more about it." + +"Still," said Chateau-Renaud, "Dr. d'Avrigny, who attends my +mother, declares he is in despair about it. But whom are you +seeking, Debray?" + +"I am seeking the Count of Monte Cristo" said the young man. + +"I met him on the boulevard, on my way here," said +Beauchamp. "I think he is about to leave Paris; he was going +to his banker." + +"His banker? Danglars is his banker, is he not?" asked +Chateau-Renaud of Debray. + +"I believe so," replied the secretary with slight +uneasiness. "But Monte Cristo is not the only one I miss +here; I do not see Morrel." + +"Morrel? Do they know him?" asked Chateau-Renaud. "I think +he has only been introduced to Madame de Villefort." + +"Still, he ought to have been here," said Debray; "I wonder +what will be talked about to-night; this funeral is the news +of the day. But hush, here comes our minister of justice; he +will feel obliged to make some little speech to the cousin," +and the three young men drew near to listen. Beauchamp told +the truth when he said that on his way to the funeral he had +met Monte Cristo, who was directing his steps towards the +Rue de la Chausse d'Antin, to M. Danglars'. + +The banker saw the carriage of the count enter the court +yard, and advanced to meet him with a sad, though affable +smile. "Well," said he, extending his hand to Monte Cristo, +"I suppose you have come to sympathize with me, for indeed +misfortune has taken possession of my house. When I +perceived you, I was just asking myself whether I had not +wished harm towards those poor Morcerfs, which would have +justified the proverb of `He who wishes misfortunes to +happen to others experiences them himself.' Well, on my word +of honor, I answered, `No!' I wished no ill to Morcerf; he +was a little proud, perhaps, for a man who like myself has +risen from nothing; but we all have our faults. Do you know, +count, that persons of our time of life -- not that you +belong to the class, you are still a young man, -- but as I +was saying, persons of our time of life have been very +unfortunate this year. For example, look at the puritanical +procureur, who has just lost his daughter, and in fact +nearly all his family, in so singular a manner; Morcerf +dishonored and dead; and then myself covered with ridicule +through the villany of Benedetto; besides" -- + +"Besides what?" asked the Count. + +"Alas, do you not know?" + +"What new calamity?" + +"My daughter" -- + +"Mademoiselle Danglars?" + +"Eugenie has left us!" + +"Good heavens, what are you telling me?" + +"The truth, my dear count. Oh, how happy you must be in not +having either wife or children!" + +"Do you think so?" + +"Indeed I do." + +"And so Mademoiselle Danglars" -- + +"She could not endure the insult offered to us by that +wretch, so she asked permission to travel." + +"And is she gone?" + +"The other night she left." + +"With Madame Danglars?" + +"No, with a relation. But still, we have quite lost our dear +Eugenie; for I doubt whether her pride will ever allow her +to return to France." + +"Still, baron," said Monte Cristo, "family griefs, or indeed +any other affliction which would crush a man whose child was +his only treasure, are endurable to a millionaire. +Philosophers may well say, and practical men will always +support the opinion, that money mitigates many trials; and +if you admit the efficacy of this sovereign balm, you ought +to be very easily consoled -- you, the king of finance, the +focus of immeasurable power." + +Danglars looked at him askance, as though to ascertain +whether he spoke seriously. "Yes," he answered, "if a +fortune brings consolation, I ought to be consoled; I am +rich." + +"So rich, dear sir, that your fortune resembles the +pyramids; if you wished to demolish them you could not, and +if it were possible, you would not dare!" Danglars smiled at +the good-natured pleasantry of the count. "That reminds me," +he said, "that when you entered I was on the point of +signing five little bonds; I have already signed two: will +you allow me to do the same to the others?" + +"Pray do so." + +There was a moment's silence, during which the noise of the +banker's pen was alone heard, while Monte Cristo examined +the gilt mouldings on the ceiling. "Are they Spanish, +Haitian, or Neapolitan bonds?" said Monte Cristo. "No," said +Danglars, smiling, "they are bonds on the bank of France, +payable to bearer. Stay, count," he added, "you, who may he +called the emperor, if I claim the title of king of finance, +have you many pieces of paper of this size, each worth a +million?" The count took into his hands the papers, which +Danglars had so proudly presented to him, and read: -- + +"To the Governor of the Bank. Please pay to my order, from +the fund deposited by me, the sum of a million, and charge +the same to my account. + +"Baron Danglars." + +"One, two, three, four, five," said Monte Cristo; "five +millions -- why what a Croesus you are!" + +"This is how I transact business," said Danglars. + +"It is really wonderful," said the count; "above all, if, as +I suppose, it is payable at sight." + +"It is, indeed, said Danglars. + +"It is a fine thing to have such credit; really, it is only +in France these things are done. Five millions on five +little scraps of paper! -- it must be seen to be believed." + +"You do not doubt it?" + +"No!" + +"You say so with an accent -- stay, you shall be convinced; +take my clerk to the bank, and you will see him leave it +with an order on the Treasury for the same sum." + +"No," said Monte Cristo folding the five notes, "most +decidedly not; the thing is so curious, I will make the +experiment myself. I am credited on you for six millions. I +have drawn nine hundred thousand francs, you therefore still +owe me five millions and a hundred thousand francs. I will +take the five scraps of paper that I now hold as bonds, with +your signature alone, and here is a receipt in full for the +six millions between us. I had prepared it beforehand, for I +am much in want of money to-day." And Monte Cristo placed +the bonds in his pocket with one hand, while with the other +he held out the receipt to Danglars. If a thunderbolt had +fallen at the banker's feet, he could not have experienced +greater terror. + +"What," he stammered, "do you mean to keep that money? +Excuse me, excuse me, but I owe this money to the charity +fund, -- a deposit which I promised to pay this morning." + +"Oh, well, then," said Monte Cristo, "I am not particular +about these five notes, pay me in a different form; I +wished, from curiosity, to take these, that I might be able +to say that without any advice or preparation the house of +Danglars had paid me five millions without a minute's delay; +it would have been remarkable. But here are your bonds; pay +me differently;" and he held the bonds towards Danglars, who +seized them like a vulture extending its claws to withhold +the food that is being wrested from its grasp. Suddenly he +rallied, made a violent effort to restrain himself, and then +a smile gradually widened the features of his disturbed +countenance. + +"Certainly," he said, "your receipt is money." + +"Oh dear, yes; and if you were at Rome, the house of Thomson +& French would make no more difficulty about paying the +money on my receipt than you have just done." + +"Pardon me, count, pardon me." + +"Then I may keep this money?" + +"Yes," said Danglars, while the perspiration started from +the roots of his hair. "Yes, keep it -- keep it." + +Monte Cristo replaced the notes in his pocket with that +indescribable expression which seemed to say, "Come, +reflect; if you repent there is till time." + +"No," said Danglars, "no, decidedly no; keep my signatures. +But you know none are so formal as bankers in transacting +business; I intended this money for the charity fund, and I +seemed to be robbing them if I did not pay them with these +precise bonds. How absurd -- as if one crown were not as +good as another. Excuse me;" and he began to laugh loudly, +but nervously. + +"Certainly, I excuse you," said Monte Cristo graciously, +"and pocket them." And he placed the bonds in his +pocket-book. + +"But," said Danglars, "there is still a sum of one hundred +thousand francs?" + +"Oh, a mere nothing," said Monte Cristo. "The balance would +come to about that sum; but keep it, and we shall be quits." + +"Count." said Danglars, "are you speaking seriously?" + +"I never joke with bankers," said Monte Cristo in a freezing +manner, which repelled impertinence; and he turned to the +door, just as the valet de chambre announced, -- "M. de +Boville, receiver-general of the charities." + +"Ma foi," said Monte Cristo; "I think I arrived just in time +to obtain your signatures, or they would have been disputed +with me." + +Danglars again became pale, and hastened to conduct the +count out. Monte Cristo exchanged a ceremonious bow with M. +de Boville, who was standing in the waiting-room, and who +was introduced into Danglars' room as soon as the count had +left. The count's sad face was illumined by a faint smile, +as he noticed the portfolio which the receiver-general held +in his hand. At the door he found his carriage, and was +immediately driven to the bank. Meanwhile Danglars, +repressing all emotion, advanced to meet the +receiver-general. We need not say that a smile of +condescension was stamped upon his lips. "Good-morning, +creditor," said he; "for I wager anything it is the creditor +who visits me." + +"You are right, baron," answered M. de Boville; "the +charities present themselves to you through me: the widows +and orphans depute me to receive alms to the amount of five +millions from you." + +"And yet they say orphans are to be pitied," said Danglars, +wishing to prolong the jest. "Poor things!" + +"Here I am in their name," said M. de Boville; "but did you +receive my letter yesterday?" + +"Yes." + +"I have brought my receipt." + +"My dear M. de Boville, your widows and orphans must oblige +me by waiting twenty-four hours, since M. de Monte Cristo +whom you just saw leaving here -- you did see him, I think?" + +"Yes; well?" + +"Well, M. de Monte Cristo has just carried off their five +millions." + +"How so?" + +"The count has an unlimited credit upon me; a credit opened +by Thomson & French, of Rome; he came to demand five +millions at once, which I paid him with checks on the bank. +My funds are deposited there, and you can understand that if +I draw out ten millions on the same day it will appear +rather strange to the governor. Two days will be a different +thing," said Danglars, smiling. + +"Come," said Boville, with a tone of entire incredulity, +"five millions to that gentleman who just left, and who +bowed to me as though he knew me?" + +"Perhaps he knows you, though you do not know him; M. de +Monte Cristo knows everybody." + +"Five millions!" + +"Here is his receipt. Believe your own eyes." M. de Boville +took the paper Danglars presented him, and read: -- + +"Received of Baron Danglars the sum of five million one +hundred thousand francs, to be repaid on demand by the house +of Thomson & French of Rome." + +"It is really true," said M. de Boville. + +"Do you know the house of Thomson & French?" + +"Yes, I once had business to transact with it to the amount +of 200,000 francs; but since then I have not heard it +mentioned." + +"It is one of the best houses in Europe," said Danglars, +carelessly throwing down the receipt on his desk. + +"And he had five millions in your hands alone! Why, this +Count of Monte Cristo must be a nabob?" + +"Indeed I do not know what he is; he has three unlimited +credits -- one on me, one on Rothschild, one on Lafitte; +and, you see," he added carelessly, "he has given me the +preference, by leaving a balance of 100,000 francs." M. de +Boville manifested signs of extraordinary admiration. "I +must visit him," he said, "and obtain some pious grant from +him." + +"Oh, you may make sure of him; his charities alone amount to +20,000 francs a month." + +"It is magnificent! I will set before him the example of +Madame de Morcerf and her son." + +"What example?" + +"They gave all their fortune to the hospitals." + +"What fortune?" + +"Their own -- M. de Morcerf's, who is deceased." + +"For what reason?" + +"Because they would not spend money so guiltily acquired." + +"And what are they to live upon?" + +"The mother retires into the country, and the son enters the +army." + +"Well, I must confess, these are scruples." + +"I registered their deed of gift yesterday." + +"And how much did they possess?" + +"Oh, not much -- from twelve to thirteen hundred thousand +francs. But to return to our millions." + +"Certainly," said Danglars, in the most natural tone in the +world. "Are you then pressed for this money?" + +"Yes; for the examination of our cash takes place +to-morrow." + +"To-morrow? Why did you not tell me so before? Why, it is as +good as a century! At what hour does the examination take +place?" + +"At two o'clock." + +"Send at twelve," said Danglars, smiling. M. de Boville said +nothing, but nodded his head, and took up the portfolio. +"Now I think of it, you can do better," said Danglars. + +"How do you mean?" + +"The receipt of M. de Monte Cristo is as good as money; take +it to Rothschild's or Lafitte's, and they will take it off +your hands at once." + +"What, though payable at Rome?" + +"Certainly; it will only cost you a discount of 5,000 or +6,000 francs." The receiver started back. "Ma foi," he said, +"I prefer waiting till to-morrow. What a proposition!" + +"I thought, perhaps," said Danglars with supreme +impertinence, "that you had a deficiency to make up?" + +"Indeed," said the receiver. + +"And if that were the case it would be worth while to make +some sacrifice." + +"Thank you, no, sir " + +"Then it will be to-morrow." + +"Yes; but without fail." + +"Ah, you are laughing at me; send to-morrow at twelve, and +the bank shall be notified." + +"I will come myself." + +"Better still, since it will afford me the pleasure of +seeing you." They shook hands. "By the way," said M. de +Boville, "are you not going to the funeral of poor +Mademoiselle de Villefort, which I met on my road here?" + +"No," said the banker; "I have appeared rather ridiculous +since that affair of Benedetto, so I remain in the +background." + +"Bah, you are wrong. How were you to blame in that affair?" + +"Listen -- when one bears an irreproachable name, as I do, +one is rather sensitive." + +"Everybody pities you, sir; and, above all, Mademoiselle +Danglars!" + +"Poor Eugenie!" said Danglars; "do you know she is going to +embrace a religious life?" + +"No." + +"Alas, it is unhappily but too true. The day after the +event, she decided on leaving Paris with a nun of her +acquaintance; they are gone to seek a very strict convent in +Italy or Spain." + +"Oh, it is terrible!" and M. de Boville retired with this +exclamation, after expressing acute sympathy with the +father. But he had scarcely left before Danglars, with an +energy of action those can alone understand who have seen +Robert Macaire represented by Frederic,* exclaimed, -- +"Fool!" Then enclosing Monte Cristo's receipt in a little +pocket-book, he added: -- "Yes, come at twelve o'clock; I +shall then be far away." Then he double-locked his door, +emptied all his drawers, collected about fifty thousand +francs in bank-notes, burned several papers, left others +exposed to view, and then commenced writing a letter which +he addressed: + +"To Madame la Baronne Danglars." + +* Frederic Lemaitre -- French actor (1800-1876). Robert +Macaire is the hero of two favorite melodramas -- "Chien de +Montargis" and "Chien d'Aubry" -- and the name is applied to +bold criminals as a term of derision. + +"I will place it on her table myself to-night," he murmured. +Then taking a passport from his drawer he said, -- "Good, it +is available for two months longer." + + + +Chapter 105 +The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise. + +M. de Boville had indeed met the funeral procession which +was taking Valentine to her last home on earth. The weather +was dull and stormy, a cold wind shook the few remaining +yellow leaves from the boughs of the trees, and scattered +them among the crowd which filled the boulevards. M. de +Villefort, a true Parisian, considered the cemetery of +Pere-la-Chaise alone worthy of receiving the mortal remains +of a Parisian family; there alone the corpses belonging to +him would be surrounded by worthy associates. He had +therefore purchased a vault, which was quickly occupied by +members of his family. On the front of the monument was +inscribed: "The families of Saint-Meran and Villefort," for +such had been the last wish expressed by poor Renee, +Valentine's mother. The pompous procession therefore wended +its way towards Pere-la-Chaise from the Faubourg +Saint-Honore. Having crossed Paris, it passed through the +Faubourg du Temple, then leaving the exterior boulevards, it +reached the cemetery. More than fifty private carriages +followed the twenty mourning-coaches, and behind them more +than five hundred persons joined in the procession on foot. + +These last consisted of all the young people whom +Valentine's death had struck like a thunderbolt, and who, +notwithstanding the raw chilliness of the season, could not +refrain from paying a last tribute to the memory of the +beautiful, chaste, and adorable girl, thus cut off in the +flower of her youth. As they left Paris, an equipage with +four horses, at full speed, was seen to draw up suddenly; it +contained Monte Cristo. The count left the carriage and +mingled in the crowd who followed on foot. Chateau-Renaud +perceived him and immediately alighting from his coupe, +joined him. + +The count looked attentively through every opening in the +crowd; he was evidently watching for some one, but his +search ended in disappointment. "Where is Morrel?" he asked; +"do either of these gentlemen know where he is?" + +"We have already asked that question," said Chateau-Renaud, +"for none of us has seen him." The count was silent, but +continued to gaze around him. At length they arrived at the +cemetery. The piercing eye of Monte Cristo glanced through +clusters of bushes and trees, and was soon relieved from all +anxiety, for seeing a shadow glide between the yew-trees, +Monte Cristo recognized him whom he sought. One funeral is +generally very much like another in this magnificent +metropolis. Black figures are seen scattered over the long +white avenues; the silence of earth and heaven is alone +broken by the noise made by the crackling branches of hedges +planted around the monuments; then follows the melancholy +chant of the priests, mingled now and then with a sob of +anguish, escaping from some woman concealed behind a mass of +flowers. + +The shadow Monte Cristo had noticed passed rapidly behind +the tomb of Abelard and Heloise, placed itself close to the +heads of the horses belonging to the hearse, and following +the undertaker's men, arrived with them at the spot +appointed for the burial. Each person's attention was +occupied. Monte Cristo saw nothing but the shadow, which no +one else observed. Twice the count left the ranks to see +whether the object of his interest had any concealed weapon +beneath his clothes. When the procession stopped, this +shadow was recognized as Morrel, who, with his coat buttoned +up to his throat, his face livid, and convulsively crushing +his hat between his fingers, leaned against a tree, situated +on an elevation commanding the mausoleum, so that none of +the funeral details could escape his observation. Everything +was conducted in the usual manner. A few men, the least +impressed of all by the scene, pronounced a discourse, some +deploring this premature death, others expatiating on the +grief of the father, and one very ingenious person quoting +the fact that Valentine had solicited pardon of her father +for criminals on whom the arm of justice was ready to fall +-- until at length they exhausted their stores of metaphor +and mournful speeches. + +Monte Cristo heard and saw nothing, or rather he only saw +Morrel, whose calmness had a frightful effect on those who +knew what was passing in his heart. "See," said Beauchamp, +pointing out Morrel to Debray. "What is he doing up there?" +And they called Chateau-Renaud's attention to him. + +"How pale he is!" said Chateau-Renaud, shuddering. + +"He is cold," said Debray. + +"Not at all," said Chateau-Renaud, slowly; "I think he is +violently agitated. He is very susceptible." + +"Bah," said Debray; "he scarcely knew Mademoiselle de +Villefort; you said so yourself." + +"True. Still I remember he danced three times with her at +Madame de Morcerf's. Do you recollect that ball, count, +where you produced such an effect?" + +"No, I do not," replied Monte Cristo, without even knowing +of what or to whom he was speaking, so much was he occupied +in watching Morrel, who was holding his breath with emotion. +"The discourse is over; farewell, gentlemen," said the +count. And he disappeared without anyone seeing whither he +went. The funeral being over, the guests returned to Paris. +Chateau-Renaud looked for a moment for Morrel; but while +they were watching the departure of the count, Morrel had +quitted his post, and Chateau-Renaud, failing in his search, +joined Debray and Beauchamp. + +Monte Cristo concealed himself behind a large tomb and +awaited the arrival of Morrel, who by degrees approached the +tomb now abandoned by spectators and workmen. Morrel threw a +glance around, but before it reached the spot occupied by +Monte Cristo the latter had advanced yet nearer, still +unperceived. The young man knelt down. The count, with +outstretched neck and glaring eyes, stood in an attitude +ready to pounce upon Morrel upon the first occasion. Morrel +bent his head till it touched the stone, then clutching the +grating with both hands, he murmured, -- "Oh, Valentine!" +The count's heart was pierced by the utterance of these two +words; he stepped forward, and touching the young man's +shoulder, said, -- "I was looking for you, my friend." Monte +Cristo expected a burst of passion, but he was deceived, for +Morrel turning round, said calmly, -- + +"You see I was praying." The scrutinizing glance of the +count searched the young man from head to foot. He then +seemed more easy. + +"Shall I drive you back to Paris?" he asked. + +"No, thank you." + +"Do you wish anything?" + +"Leave me to pray." The count withdrew without opposition, +but it was only to place himself in a situation where he +could watch every movement of Morrel, who at length arose, +brushed the dust from his knees, and turned towards Paris, +without once looking back. He walked slowly down the Rue de +la Roquette. The count, dismissing his carriage, followed +him about a hundred paces behind. Maximilian crossed the +canal and entered the Rue Meslay by the boulevards. Five +minutes after the door had been closed on Morrel's entrance, +it was again opened for the count. Julie was at the entrance +of the garden, where she was attentively watching Penelon, +who, entering with zeal into his profession of gardener, was +very busy grafting some Bengal roses. "Ah, count," she +exclaimed, with the delight manifested by every member of +the family whenever he visited the Rue Meslay. + +"Maximilian has just returned, has he not, madame?" asked +the count. + +"Yes, I think I saw him pass; but pray, call Emmanuel." + +"Excuse me, madame, but I must go up to Maximilian's room +this instant," replied Monte Cristo, "I have something of +the greatest importance to tell him." + +"Go, then," she said with a charming smile, which +accompanied him until he had disappeared. Monte Cristo soon +ran up the staircase conducting from the ground-floor to +Maximilian's room; when he reached the landing he listened +attentively, but all was still. Like many old houses +occupied by a single family, the room door was panelled with +glass; but it was locked, Maximilian was shut in, and it was +impossible to see what was passing in the room, because a +red curtain was drawn before the glass. The count's anxiety +was manifested by a bright color which seldom appeared on +the face of that imperturbable man. + +"What shall I do!" he uttered, and reflected for a moment; +"shall I ring? No, the sound of a bell, announcing a +visitor, will but accelerate the resolution of one in +Maximilian's situation, and then the bell would be followed +by a louder noise." Monte Cristo trembled from head to foot +and as if his determination had been taken with the rapidity +of lightning, he struck one of the panes of glass with his +elbow; the glass was shivered to atoms, then withdrawing the +curtain he saw Morrel, who had been writing at his desk, +bound from his seat at the noise of the broken window. + +"I beg a thousand pardons," said the count, "there is +nothing the matter, but I slipped down and broke one of your +panes of glass with my elbow. Since it is opened, I will +take advantage of it to enter your room; do not disturb +yourself -- do not disturb yourself!" And passing his hand +through the broken glass, the count opened the door. Morrel, +evidently discomposed, came to meet Monte Cristo less with +the intention of receiving him than to exclude his entry. +"Ma foi," said Monte Cristo, rubbing his elbow, "it's all +your servant's fault; your stairs are so polished, it is +like walking on glass." + +"Are you hurt, sir?" coldly asked Morrel. + +"I believe not. But what are you about there? You were +writing." + +"I?" + +"Your fingers are stained with ink." + +"Ah, true, I was writing. I do sometimes, soldier though I +am." + +Monte Cristo advanced into the room; Maximilian was obliged +to let him pass, but he followed him. "You were writing?" +said Monte Cristo with a searching look. + +"I have already had the honor of telling you I was," said +Morrel. + +The count looked around him. "Your pistols are beside your +desk," said Monte Cristo, pointing with his finger to the +pistols on the table. + +"I am on the point of starting on a journey," replied Morrel +disdainfully. + +"My friend," exclaimed Monte Cristo in a tone of exquisite +sweetness. + +"Sir?" + +"My friend, my dear Maximilian, do not make a hasty +resolution, I entreat you." + +"I make a hasty resolution?" said Morrel, shrugging his +shoulders; "is there anything extraordinary in a journey?" + +"Maximilian," said the count, "let us both lay aside the +mask we have assumed. You no more deceive me with that false +calmness than I impose upon you with my frivolous +solicitude. You can understand, can you not, that to have +acted as I have done, to have broken that glass, to have +intruded on the solitude of a friend -- you can understand +that, to have done all this, I must have been actuated by +real uneasiness, or rather by a terrible conviction. Morrel, +you are going to destroy yourself!" + +"Indeed, count," said Morrel, shuddering; "what has put this +into your head?" + +"I tell you that you are about to destroy yourself," +continued the count, "and here is proof of what I say;" and, +approaching the desk, he removed the sheet of paper which +Morrel had placed over the letter he had begun, and took the +latter in his hands. + +Morrel rushed forward to tear it from him, but Monte Cristo +perceiving his intention, seized his wrist with his iron +grasp. "You wish to destroy yourself," said the count; "you +have written it." + +"Well," said Morrel, changing his expression of calmness for +one of violence -- "well, and if I do intend to turn this +pistol against myself, who shall prevent me -- who will dare +prevent 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 voices +distract me. It is a mercy to let me die, for if I live I +shall lose my reason and become mad. When, sir, I tell you +all this with tears of heartfelt anguish, can you reply that +I am wrong, can you prevent my putting an end to my +miserable existence? Tell me, sir, could you have the +courage to do so?" + +"Yes, Morrel," said Monte Cristo, with a calmness which +contrasted strangely with the young man's excitement; "yes, +I would do so." + +"You?" exclaimed Morrel, with increasing anger and reproach +-- "you, who have deceived me with false hopes, who have +cheered and soothed me with vain promises, when I might, if +not have saved her, at least have seen her die in my arms! +You, who pretend to understand everything, even the hidden +sources of knowledge, -- and who enact the part of a +guardian angel upon earth, and could not even find an +antidote to a poison administered to a young girl! Ah, sir, +indeed you would inspire me with pity, were you not hateful +in my eyes." + +"Morrel" -- + +"Yes; you tell me to lay aside the mask, and I will do so, +be satisfied! When you spoke to me at the cemetery, I +answered you -- my heart was softened; when you arrived +here, I allowed you to enter. But since you abuse my +confidence, since you have devised a new torture after I +thought I had exhausted them all, then, Count of Monte +Cristo my pretended benefactor -- then, Count of Monte +Cristo, the universal guardian, be satisfied, you shall +witness the death of your friend;" and Morrel, with a +maniacal laugh, again rushed towards the pistols. + +"And I again repeat, you shall not commit suicide." + +"Prevent me, then!" replied Morrel, with another struggle, +which, like the first, failed in releasing him from the +count's iron grasp. + +"I will prevent you." + +"And who are you, then, that arrogate to yourself this +tyrannical right over free and rational beings?" + +"Who am I?" repeated Monte Cristo. "Listen; I am the only +man in the world having the right to say to you, `Morrel, +your father's son shall not die to-day;'" and Monte Cristo, +with an expression of majesty and sublimity, advanced with +arms folded toward the young man, who, involuntarily +overcome by the commanding manner of this man, recoiled a +step. + +"Why do you mention my father?" stammered he; "why do you +mingle a recollection of him with the affairs of today?" + +"Because I am he who saved your father's life when he wished +to destroy himself, as you do to-day -- because I am the man +who sent the purse to your young sister, and the Pharaon to +old Morrel -- because I am the Edmond Dantes who nursed you, +a child, on my knees." Morrel made another step back, +staggering, breathless, crushed; then all his strength give +way, and he fell prostrate at the feet of Monte Cristo. Then +his admirable nature underwent a complete and sudden +revulsion; he arose, rushed out of the room and to the +stairs, exclaiming energetically, "Julie, Julie -- Emmanuel, +Emmanuel!" + +Monte Cristo endeavored also to leave, but Maximilian would +have died rather than relax his hold of the handle of the +door, which he closed upon the count. Julie, Emmanuel, and +some of the servants, ran up in alarm on hearing the cries +of Maximilian. Morrel seized their hands, and opening the +door exclaimed in a voice choked with sobs, "On your knees +-- on your knees -- he is our benefactor -- the saviour of +our father! He is" -- + +He would have added "Edmond Dantes," but the count seized +his arm and prevented him. Julie threw herself into the arms +of the count; Emmanuel embraced him as a guardian angel; +Morrel again fell on his knees, and struck the ground with +his forehead. Then the iron-hearted man felt his heart swell +in his breast; a flame seemed to rush from his throat to his +eyes, he bent his head and wept. For a while nothing was +heard in the room but a succession of sobs, while the +incense from their grateful hearts mounted to heaven. Julie +had scarcely recovered from her deep emotion when she rushed +out of the room, descended to the next floor, ran into the +drawing-room with childlike joy and raised the crystal globe +which covered the purse given by the unknown of the Allees +de Meillan. Meanwhile, Emmanuel in a broken voice said to +the count, "Oh, count, how could you, hearing us so often +speak of our unknown benefactor, seeing us pay such homage +of gratitude and adoration to his memory, -- how could you +continue so long without discovering yourself to us? Oh, it +was cruel to us, and -- dare I say it? -- to you also." + +"Listen, my friends," said the count -- "I may call you so +since we have really been friends for the last eleven years +-- the discovery of this secret has been occasioned by a +great event which you must never know. I wish to bury it +during my whole life in my own bosom, but your brother +Maximilian wrested it from me by a violence he repents of +now, I am sure." Then turning around, and seeing that +Morrel, still on his knees, had thrown himself into an +arm-chair, be added in a low voice, pressing Emmanuel's hand +significantly, "Watch over him." + +"Why so?" asked the young man, surprised. + +"I cannot explain myself; but watch over him." Emmanuel +looked around the room and caught sight of the pistols; his +eyes rested on the weapons, and he pointed to them. Monte +Cristo bent his head. Emmanuel went towards the pistols. +"Leave them," said Monte Cristo. Then walking towards +Morrel, he took his hand; the tumultuous agitation of the +young man was succeeded by a profound stupor. Julie +returned, holding the silken purse in her hands, while tears +of joy rolled down her cheeks, like dewdrops on the rose. + +"Here is the relic," she said; "do not think it will be less +dear to us now we are acquainted with our benefactor!" + +"My child," said Monte Cristo, coloring, "allow me to take +back that purse? Since you now know my face, I wish to be +remembered alone through the affection I hope you will grant +me. + +"Oh," said Julie, pressing the purse to her heart, "no, no, +I beseech you do not take it, for some unhappy day you will +leave us, will you not?" + +"You have guessed rightly, madame," replied Monte Cristo, +smiling; "in a week I shall have left this country, where so +many persons who merit the vengeance of heaven lived +happily, while my father perished of hunger and grief." +While announcing his departure, the count fixed his eyes on +Morrel, and remarked that the words, "I shall have left this +country," had failed to rouse him from his lethargy. He then +saw that he must make another struggle against the grief of +his friend, and taking the hands of Emmanuel and Julie, +which he pressed within his own, he said with the mild +authority of a father, "My kind friends, leave me alone with +Maximilian." Julie saw the means offered of carrying off her +precious relic, which Monte Cristo had forgotten. She drew +her husband to the door. "Let us leave them," she said. The +count was alone with Morrel, who remained motionless as a +statue. + +"Come," said Monte-Cristo, touching his shoulder with his +finger, "are you a man again, Maximilian?" + +"Yes; for I begin to suffer again." + +The count frowned, apparently in gloomy hesitation. + +"Maximilian, Maximilian," he said, "the ideas you yield to +are unworthy of a Christian." + +"Oh, do not fear, my friend," said Morrel, raising his head, +and smiling with a sweet expression on the count; "I shall +no longer attempt my life." + +"Then we are to have no more pistols -- no more despair?" + +"No; I have found a better remedy for my grief than either a +bullet or a knife." + +"Poor fellow, what is it?" + +"My grief will kill me of itself." + +"My friend," said Monte Cristo, with an expression of +melancholy equal to his own, "listen to me. One day, in a +moment of despair like yours, since it led to a similar +resolution, I also wished to kill myself; one day your +father, equally desperate, wished to kill himself too. If +any one had said to your father, at the moment he raised the +pistol to his head -- if any one had told me, when in my +prison I pushed back the food I had not tasted for three +days -- if anyone had said to either of us then, `Live -- +the day will come when you will be happy, and will bless +life!' -- no matter whose voice had spoken, we should have +heard him with the smile of doubt, or the anguish of +incredulity, -- and yet how many times has your father +blessed life while embracing you -- how often have I myself" +-- + +"Ah," exclaimed Morrel, interrupting the count, "you had +only lost your liberty, my father had only lost his fortune, +but I have lost Valentine." + +"Look at me," said Monte Cristo, with that expression which +sometimes made him so eloquent and persuasive -- "look at +me. There are no tears in my eyes, nor is there fever in my +veins, yet I see you suffer -- you, Maximilian, whom I love +as my own son. Well, does not this tell you that in grief, +as in life, there is always something to look forward to +beyond? Now, if I entreat, if I order you to live, Morrel, +it is in the conviction that one day you will thank me for +having preserved your life." + +"Oh, heavens," said the young man, "oh, heavens -- what are +you saying, count? Take care. But perhaps you have never +loved!" + +"Child!" replied the count. + +"I mean, as I love. You see, I have been a soldier ever +since I attained manhood. I reached the age of twenty-nine +without loving, for none of the feelings I before then +experienced merit the apellation of love. Well, at +twenty-nine I saw Valentine; for two years I have loved her, +for two years I have seen written in her heart, as in a +book, all the virtues of a daughter and wife. Count, to +possess Valentine would have been a happiness too infinite, +too ecstatic, too complete, too divine for this world, since +it has been denied me; but without Valentine the earth is +desolate." + +"I have told you to hope," said the count. + +"Then have a care, I repeat, for you seek to persuade me, +and if you succeed I should lose my reason, for I should +hope that I could again behold Valentine." The count smiled. +"My friend, my father," said Morrel with excitement, "have a +care, I again repeat, for the power you wield over me alarms +me. Weigh your words before you speak, for my eyes have +already become brighter, and my heart beats strongly; be +cautious, or you will make me believe in supernatural +agencies. I must obey you, though you bade me call forth the +dead or walk upon the water." + +"Hope, my friend," repeated the count. + +"Ah," said Morrel, falling from the height of excitement to +the abyss of despair -- "ah, you are playing with me, like +those good, or rather selfish mothers who soothe their +children with honeyed words, because their screams annoy +them. No, my friend, I was wrong to caution you; do not +fear, I will bury my grief so deep in my heart, I will +disguise it so, that you shall not even care to sympathize +with me. Adieu, my friend, adieu!" + +"On the contrary," said the count, "after this time you must +live with me -- you must not leave me, and in a week we +shall have left France behind us." + +"And you still bid me hope?" + +"I tell you to hope, because I have a method of curing you." + +"Count, you render me sadder than before, if it be possible. +You think the result of this blow has been to produce an +ordinary grief, and you would cure it by an ordinary remedy +-- change of scene." And Morrel dropped his head with +disdainful incredulity. "What can I say more?" asked Monte +Cristo. "I have confidence in the remedy I propose, and only +ask you to permit me to assure you of its efficacy." + +"Count, you prolong my agony." + +"Then," said the count, "your feeble spirit will not even +grant me the trial I request? Come -- do you know of what +the Count of Monte Cristo is capable? do you know that he +holds terrestrial beings under his control? nay, that he can +almost work a miracle? Well, wait for the miracle I hope to +accomplish, or" -- + +"Or?" repeated Morrel. + +"Or, take care, Morrel, lest I call you ungrateful." + +"Have pity on me, count!" + +"I feel so much pity towards you, Maximilian, that -- listen +to me attentively -- if I do not cure you in a month, to the +day, to the very hour, mark my words, Morrel, I will place +loaded pistols before you, and a cup of the deadliest +Italian poison -- a poison more sure and prompt than that +which has killed Valentine." + +"Will you promise me?" + +"Yes; for I am a man, and have suffered like yourself, and +also contemplated suicide; indeed, often since misfortune +has left me I have longed for the delights of an eternal +sleep." + +"But you are sure you will promise me this?" said Morrel, +intoxicated. "I not only promise, but swear it!" said Monte +Cristo extending his hand. + +"In a month, then, on your honor, if I am not consoled, you +will let me take my life into my own hands, and whatever may +happen you will not call me ungrateful?" + +"In a month, to the day, the very hour and the date are +sacred, Maximilian. I do not know whether you remember that +this is the 5th of September; it is ten years to-day since I +saved your father's life, who wished to die." Morrel seized +the count's hand and kissed it; the count allowed him to pay +the homage he felt due to him. "In a month you will find on +the table, at which we shall be then sitting, good pistols +and a delicious draught; but, on the other hand, you must +promise me not to attempt your life before that time." + +"Oh, I also swear it!" Monte Cristo drew the young man +towards him, and pressed him for some time to his heart. +"And now," he said, "after to-day, you will come and live +with me; you can occupy Haidee's apartment, and my daughter +will at least be replaced by my son." + +"Haidee?" said Morrel, "what has become of her?" + +"She departed last night." + +"To leave you?" + +"To wait for me. Hold yourself ready then to join me at the +Champs Elysees, and lead me out of this house without any +one seeing my departure." Maximilian hung his head, and +obeyed with childlike reverence. + + + +Chapter 106 +Dividing the Proceeds. + +The apartment on the second floor of the house in the Rue +Saint-Germain-des-Pres, where Albert de Morcerf had selected +a home for his mother, was let to a very mysterious person. +This was a man whose face the concierge himself had never +seen, for in the winter his chin was buried in one of the +large red handkerchiefs worn by gentlemen's coachmen on a +cold night, and in the summer he made a point of always +blowing his nose just as he approached the door. Contrary to +custom, this gentleman had not been watched, for as the +report ran that he was a person of high rank, and one who +would allow no impertinent interference, his incognito was +strictly respected. + +His visits were tolerably regular, though occasionally he +appeared a little before or after his time, but generally, +both in summer and winter, he took possession of his +apartment about four o'clock, though he never spent the +night there. At half-past three in the winter the fire was +lighted by the discreet servant, who had the superintendence +of the little apartment, and in the summer ices were placed +on the table at the same hour. At four o'clock, as we have +already stated, the mysterious personage arrived. Twenty +minutes afterwards a carriage stopped at the house, a lady +alighted in a black or dark blue dress, and always thickly +veiled; she passed like a shadow through the lodge, and ran +up-stairs without a sound escaping under the touch of her +light foot. No one ever asked her where she was going. Her +face, therefore, like that of the gentleman, was perfectly +unknown to the two concierges, who were perhaps unequalled +throughout the capital for discretion. We need not say she +stopped at the second floor. Then she tapped in a peculiar +manner at a door, which after being opened to admit her was +again fastened, and curiosity penetrated no farther. They +used the same precautions in leaving as in entering the +house. The lady always left first, and as soon as she had +stepped into her carriage, it drove away, sometimes towards +the right hand, sometimes to the left; then about twenty +minutes afterwards the gentleman would also leave, buried in +his cravat or concealed by his handkerchief. + +The day after Monte Cristo had called upon Danglars, the +mysterious lodger entered at ten o'clock in the morning +instead of four in the afternoon. Almost directly +afterwards, without the usual interval of time, a cab +arrived, and the veiled lady ran hastily up-stairs. The door +opened, but before it could be closed, the lady exclaimed: +"Oh, Lucien -- oh, my friend!" The concierge therefore heard +for the first time that the lodger's name was Lucien; still, +as he was the very perfection of a door-keeper, he made up +his mind not to tell his wife. "Well, what is the matter, my +dear?" asked the gentleman whose name the lady's agitation +revealed; "tell me what is the matter." + +"Oh, Lucien, can I confide in you?" + +"Of course, you know you can do so. But what can be the +matter? Your note of this morning has completely bewildered +me. This precipitation -- this unusual appointment. Come, +ease me of my anxiety, or else frighten me at once." + +"Lucien, a great event has happened!" said the lady, +glancing inquiringly at Lucien, -- "M. Danglars left last +night!" + +"Left? -- M. Danglars left? Where has he gone?" + +"I do not know." + +"What do you mean? Has he gone intending not to return?" + +"Undoubtedly; -- at ten o'clock at night his horses took him +to the barrier of Charenton; there a post-chaise was waiting +for him -- he entered it with his valet de chambre, saying +that he was going to Fontainebleau." + +"Then what did you mean" -- + +"Stay -- he left a letter for me." + +"A letter?" + +"Yes; read it." And the baroness took from her pocket a +letter which she gave to Debray. Debray paused a moment +before reading, as if trying to guess its contents, or +perhaps while making up his mind how to act, whatever it +might contain. No doubt his ideas were arranged in a few +minutes, for he began reading the letter which caused so +much uneasiness in the heart of the baroness, and which ran +as follows: -- + +"Madame and most faithful wife." + +Debray mechanically stopped and looked at the baroness, +whose face became covered with blushes. "Read," she said. + +Debray continued: -- + +"When you receive this, you will no longer have a husband. +Oh, you need not be alarmed, you will only have lost him as +you have lost your daughter; I mean that I shall be +travelling on one of the thirty or forty roads leading out +of France. I owe you some explanations for my conduct, and +as you are a woman that can perfectly understand me, I will +give them. Listen, then. I received this morning five +millions which I paid away; almost directly afterwards +another demand for the same sum was presented to me; I put +this creditor off till to-morrow and I intend leaving +to-day, to escape that to-morrow, which would be rather too +unpleasant for me to endure. You understand this, do you +not, 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 am +ignorant of what has become of a considerable portion of my +fortune, once very tolerable, while I am sure, madame, that +you know perfectly well. For women have infallible +instincts; they can even explain the marvellous by an +algebraic calculation they have invented; but I, who only +understand my own figures, know nothing more than that one +day these figures deceived me. Have you admired the rapidity +of my fall? Have you been slightly dazzled at the sudden +fusion of my ingots? I confess I have seen nothing but the +fire; let us hope you have found some gold among the ashes. +With this consoling idea, I leave you, madame, and most +prudent wife, without any conscientious reproach for +abandoning you; you have friends left, and the ashes I have +already mentioned, and above all the liberty I hasten to +restore to you. And here, madame, I must add another word of +explanation. So long as I hoped you were working for the +good of our house and for the fortune of our daughter, I +philosophically closed my eyes; but as you have transformed +that house into a vast ruin I will not be the foundation of +another man's fortune. You were rich when I married you, but +little respected. Excuse me for speaking so very candidly, +but as this is intended only for ourselves, I do not see why +I should weigh my words. I have augmented our fortune, and +it has continued to increase during the last fifteen years, +till extraordinary and unexpected catastrophes have suddenly +overturned it, -- without any fault of mine, I can honestly +declare. 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 own +account. Accept my acknowledgments for the example you have +set me, and which I intend following. + +"Your very devoted husband, + +"Baron Danglars." + +The baroness had watched Debray while he read this long and +painful letter, and saw him, notwithstanding his +self-control, change color once or twice. When he had ended +the perusal, he folded the letter and resumed his pensive +attitude. "Well?" asked Madame Danglars, with an anxiety +easy to be understood. + +"Well, madame?" unhesitatingly repeated Debray. + +"With what ideas does that letter inspire you?" + +"Oh, it is simple enough, madame; it inspires me with the +idea that M. Danglars has left suspiciously." + +"Certainly; but is this all you have to say to me?" + +"I do not understand you," said Debray with freezing +coldness. + +"He is gone! Gone, never to return!" + +"Oh, madame, do not think that!" + +"I tell you he will never return. I know his character; he +is inflexible in any resolutions formed for his own +interests. If he could have made any use of me, he would +have taken me with him; he leaves me in Paris, as our +separation will conduce to his benefit; -- therefore he has +gone, and I am free forever," added Madame Danglars, in the +same supplicating tone. Debray, instead of answering, +allowed her to remain in an attitude of nervous inquiry. +"Well?" she said at length, "do you not answer me?" + +"I have but one question to ask you, -- what do you intend +to do?" + +"I was going to ask you," replied the baroness with a +beating heart. + +"Ah, then, you wish to ask advice of me?" + +"Yes; I do wish to ask your advice," said Madame Danglars +with anxious expectation. + +"Then if you wish to take my advice," said the young man +coldly, "I would recommend you to travel." + +"To travel!" she murmured. + +"Certainly; as M. Danglars says, you are rich, and perfectly +free. In my opinion, a withdrawal from Paris is absolutely +necessary after the double catastrophe of Mademoiselle +Danglars' broken contract and M. Danglars' disappearance. +The world will think you abandoned and poor, for the wife of +a bankrupt would never be forgiven, were she to keep up an +appearance of opulence. You have only to remain in Paris for +about a fortnight, telling the world you are abandoned, and +relating the details of this desertion to your best friends, +who will soon spread the report. Then you can quit your +house, leaving your jewels and giving up your jointure, and +every one's mouth will be filled with praises of your +disinterestedness. They will know you are deserted, and +think you also poor, for I alone know your real financial +position, and am quite ready to give up my accounts as an +honest partner." The dread with which the pale and +motionless baroness listened to this, was equalled by the +calm indifference with which Debray had spoken. "Deserted?" +she repeated; "ah, yes, I am, indeed, deserted! You are +right, sir, and no one can doubt my position." These were +the only words that this proud and violently enamoured woman +could utter in response to Debray. + +"But then you are rich, -- very rich, indeed," continued +Debray, taking out some papers from his pocket-book, which +he spread upon the table. Madame Danglars did not see them; +she was engaged in stilling the beatings of her heart, and +restraining the tears which were ready to gush forth. At +length a sense of dignity prevailed, and if she did not +entirely master her agitation, she at least succeeded in +preventing the fall of a single tear. "Madame," said Debray, +"it is nearly six months since we have been associated. You +furnished a principal of 100,000 francs. Our partnership +began in the month of April. In May we commenced operations, +and in the course of the month gained 450,000 francs. In +June the profit amounted to 900,000. In July we added +1,700,000 francs, -- it was, you know, the month of the +Spanish bonds. In August we lost 300,000 francs at the +beginning of the month, but on the 13th we made up for it, +and we now find that our accounts, reckoning from the first +day of partnership up to yesterday, when I closed them, +showed a capital of 2,400,000 francs, that is, 1,200,000 for +each of us. Now, madame," said Debray, delivering up his +accounts in the methodical manner of a stockbroker, "there +are still 80,000 francs, the interest of this money, in my +hands." + +"But," said the baroness, "I thought you never put the money +out to interest." + +"Excuse me, madame," said Debray coldly, "I had your +permission to do so, and I have made use of it. There are, +then, 40,000 francs for your share, besides the 100,000 you +furnished me to begin with, making in all 1,340,000 francs +for your portion. Now, madame, I took the precaution of +drawing out your money the day before yesterday; it is not +long ago, you see, and I was in continual expectation of +being called on to deliver up my accounts. There is your +money, -- half in bank-notes, the other half in checks +payable to bearer. I say there, for as I did not consider my +house safe enough, or lawyers sufficiently discreet, and as +landed property carries evidence with it, and moreover since +you have no right to possess anything independent of your +husband, I have kept this sum, now your whole fortune, in a +chest concealed under that closet, and for greater security +I myself concealed it there. + +"Now, madame," continued Debray, first opening the closet, +then the chest; -- "now, madame, here are 800 notes of 1,000 +francs each, resembling, as you see, a large book bound in +iron; to this I add a certificate in the funds of 25,000 +francs; then, for the odd cash, making I think about 110,000 +francs, here is a check upon my banker, who, not being M. +Danglars, will pay you the amount, you may rest assured." +Madame Danglars mechanically took the check, the bond, and +the heap of bank-notes. This enormous fortune made no great +appearance on the table. Madame Danglars, with tearless +eyes, but with her breast heaving with concealed emotion, +placed the bank-notes in her bag, put the certificate and +check into her pocket-book, and then, standing pale and +mute, awaited one kind word of consolation. But she waited +in vain. + +"Now, madame," said Debray, "you have a splendid fortune, an +income of about 60,000 livres a year, which is enormous for +a woman who cannot keep an establishment here for a year, at +least. You will be able to indulge all your fancies; +besides, should you find your income insufficient, you can, +for the sake of the past, madame, make use of mine; and I am +ready to offer you all I possess, on loan." + +"Thank you, sir -- thank you," replied the baroness; "you +forget that what you have just paid me is much more than a +poor woman requires, who intends for some time, at least, to +retire from the world." + +Debray was, for a moment, surprised, but immediately +recovering himself, he bowed with an air which seemed to +say, "As you please, madame." + +Madame Danglars had until then, perhaps, hoped for +something; but when she saw the careless bow of Debray, and +the glance by which it was accompanied, together with his +significant silence, she raised her head, and without +passion or violence or even hesitation, ran down-stairs, +disdaining to address a last farewell to one who could thus +part from her. "Bah," said Debray, when she had left, "these +are fine projects! She will remain at home, read novels, and +speculate at cards, since she can no longer do so on the +Bourse." Then taking up his account book, he cancelled with +the greatest care all the entries of the amounts he had just +paid away. "I have 1,060,000 francs remaining," he said. +"What a pity Mademoiselle de Villefort is dead! She suited +me in every respect, and I would have married her." And he +calmly waited until the twenty minutes had elapsed after +Madame Danglars' departure before he left the house. During +this time he occupied himself in making figures, with his +watch by his side. + +Asmodeus -- that diabolical personage, who would have been +created by every fertile imagination if Le Sage had not +acquired the priority in his great masterpiece -- would have +enjoyed a singular spectacle, if he had lifted up the roof +of the little house in the Rue Saint-Germain-des-Pres, while +Debray was casting up his figures. Above the room in which +Debray had been dividing two millions and a half with Madame +Danglars was another, inhabited by persons who have played +too prominent a part in the incidents we have related for +their appearance not to create some interest. Mercedes and +Albert were in that room. Mercedes was much changed within +the last few days; not that even in her days of fortune she +had ever dressed with the magnificent display which makes us +no longer able to recognize a woman when she appears in a +plain and simple attire; nor indeed, had she fallen into +that state of depression where it is impossible to conceal +the garb of misery; no, the change in Mercedes was that her +eye no longer sparkled, her lips no longer smiled, and there +was now a hesitation in uttering the words which formerly +sprang so fluently from her ready wit. + +It was not poverty which had broken her spirit; it was not a +want of courage which rendered her poverty burdensome. +Mercedes, although deposed from the exalted position she had +occupied, lost in the sphere she had now chosen, like a +person passing from a room splendidly lighted into utter +darkness, appeared like a queen, fallen from her palace to a +hovel, and who, reduced to strict necessity, could neither +become reconciled to the earthen vessels she was herself +forced to place upon the table, nor to the humble pallet +which had become her bed. The beautiful Catalane and noble +countess had lost both her proud glance and charming smile, +because she saw nothing but misery around her; the walls +were hung with one of the gray papers which economical +landlords choose as not likely to show the dirt; the floor +was uncarpeted; the furniture attracted the attention to the +poor attempt at luxury; indeed, everything offended eyes +accustomed to refinement and elegance. + +Madame de Morcerf had lived there since leaving her house; +the continual silence of the spot oppressed her; still, +seeing that Albert continually watched her countenance to +judge the state of her feelings, she constrained herself to +assume a monotonous smile of the lips alone, which, +contrasted with the sweet and beaming expression that +usually shone from her eyes, seemed like "moonlight on a +statue," -- yielding light without warmth. Albert, too, was +ill at ease; the remains of luxury prevented him from +sinking into his actual position. If he wished to go out +without gloves, his hands appeared too white; if he wished +to walk through the town, his boots seemed too highly +polished. Yet these two noble and intelligent creatures, +united by the indissoluble ties of maternal and filial love, +had succeeded in tacitly understanding one another, and +economizing their stores, and Albert had been able to tell +his mother without extorting a change of countenance, -- +"Mother, we have no more money." + +Mercedes had never known misery; she had often, in her +youth, spoken of poverty, but between want and necessity, +those synonymous words, there is a wide difference. Amongst +the Catalans, Mercedes wished for a thousand things, but +still she never really wanted any. So long as the nets were +good, they caught fish; and so long as they sold their fish, +they were able to buy twine for new nets. And then, shut out +from friendship, having but one affection, which could not +be mixed up with her ordinary pursuits, she thought of +herself -- of no one but herself. Upon the little she earned +she lived as well as she could; now there were two to be +supported, and nothing to live upon. + +Winter approached. Mercedes had no fire in that cold and +naked room -- she, who was accustomed to stoves which heated +the house from the hall to the boudoir; she had not even one +little flower -- she whose apartment had been a conservatory +of costly exotics. But she had her son. Hitherto the +excitement of fulfilling a duty had sustained them. +Excitement, like enthusiasm, sometimes renders us +unconscious to the things of earth. But the excitement had +calmed down, and they felt themselves obliged to descend +from dreams to reality; after having exhausted the ideal, +they found they must talk of the actual. + +"Mother," exclaimed Albert, just as Madame Danglars was +descending the stairs, "let us reckon our riches, if you +please; I want capital to build my plans upon." + +"Capital -- nothing!" replied Mercedes with a mournful +smile. + +"No, mother, -- capital 3,000 francs. And I have an idea of +our leading a delightful life upon this 3,000 francs." + +"Child!" sighed Mercedes. + +"Alas, dear mother," said the young man, "I have unhappily +spent too much of your money not to know the value of it. +These 3,000 francs are enormous, and I intend building upon +this foundation a miraculous certainty for the future." + +"You say this, my dear boy; but do you think we ought to +accept these 3,000 francs?" said Mercedes, coloring. + +"I think so," answered Albert in a firm tone. "We will +accept them the more readily, since we have them not here; +you know they are buried in the garden of the little house +in the Allees de Meillan, at Marseilles. With 200 francs we +can reach Marseilles." + +"With 200 francs? -- are you sure, Albert?" + +"Oh, as for that, I have made inquiries respecting the +diligences and steamboats, and my calculations are made. You +will take your place in the coupe to Chalons. You see, +mother, I treat you handsomely for thirty-five francs." +Albert then took a pen, and wrote: -- + + Frs. +Coupe, thirty-five francs ............................ 35 +From Chalons to Lyons you will go on by the steamboat +-- six francs ......................................... 6 +From Lyons to Avignon (still by steamboat), +sixteen francs ....................................... 16 +From Avignon to Marseilles, seven franc................ 7 +Expenses on the road, about fifty francs ............. 50 +Total................................................ 114 frs. + +"Let us put down 120," added Albert, smiling. "You see I am +generous, am I not, mother?" + +"But you, my poor child?" + +"I? do you not see that I reserve eighty francs for myself? +A young man does not require luxuries; besides, I know what +travelling is." + +"With a post-chaise and valet de chambre?" + +"Any way, mother." + +"Well, be it so. But these 200 francs?" + +"Here they are, and 200 more besides. See, I have sold my +watch for 100 francs, and the guard and seals for 300. How +fortunate that the ornaments were worth more than the watch. +Still the same story of superfluities! Now I think we are +rich, since instead of the 114 francs we require for the +journey we find ourselves in possession of 250." + +"But we owe something in this house?" + +"Thirty francs; but I pay that out of my 150 francs, -- that +is understood, -- and as I require only eighty francs for my +journey, you see I am overwhelmed with luxury. But that is +not all. What do you say to this, mother?" + +And Albert took out of a little pocket-book with golden +clasps, a remnant of his old fancies, or perhaps a tender +souvenir from one of the mysterious and veiled ladies who +used to knock at his little door, -- Albert took out of this +pocket-book a note of 1,000 francs. + +"What is this?" asked Mercedes. + +"A thousand francs." + +"But whence have you obtained them?" + +"Listen to me, mother, and do not yield too much to +agitation." And Albert, rising, kissed his mother on both +cheeks, then stood looking at her. "You cannot imagine, +mother, how beautiful I think you!" said the young man, +impressed with a profound feeling of filial love. "You are, +indeed, the most beautiful and most noble woman I ever saw!" + +"Dear child!" said Mercedes, endeavoring in vain to restrain +a tear which glistened in the corner of her eye. "Indeed, +you only wanted misfortune to change my love for you to +admiration. I am not unhappy while I possess my son!" + +"Ah, just so," said Albert; "here begins the trial. Do you +know the decision we have come to, mother?" + +"Have we come to any?" + +"Yes; it is decided that you are to live at Marseilles, and +that I am to leave for Africa, where I will earn for myself +the right to use the name I now bear, instead of the one I +have thrown aside." Mercedes sighed. "Well, mother, I +yesterday engaged myself as substitute in the Spahis,"* +added the young man, lowering his eyes with a certain +feeling of shame, for even he was unconscious of the +sublimity of his self-abasement. "I thought my body was my +own, and that I might sell it. I yesterday took the place of +another. I sold myself for more than I thought I was worth," +he added, attempting to smile; "I fetched 2,000 francs." + +* The Spahis are French cavalry reserved for service in +Africa. + +"Then these 1,000 francs" -- said Mercedes, shuddering -- + +"Are the half of the sum, mother; the other will be paid in +a year." + +Mercedes raised her eyes to heaven with an expression it +would be impossible to describe, and tears, which had +hitherto been restrained, now yielded to her emotion, and +ran down her cheeks. + +"The price of his blood!" she murmured. + +"Yes, if I am killed," said Albert, laughing. "But I assure +you, mother, I have a strong intention of defending my +person, and I never felt half so strong an inclination to +live as I do now." + +"Merciful heavens!" + +"Besides, mother, why should you make up your mind that I am +to be killed? Has Lamoriciere, that Ney of the South, been +killed? Has Changarnier been killed? Has Bedeau been killed? +Has Morrel, whom we know, been killed? Think of your joy, +mother, when you see me return with an embroidered uniform! +I declare, I expect to look magnificent in it, and chose +that regiment only from vanity." Mercedes sighed while +endeavoring to smile; the devoted mother felt that she ought +not to allow the whole weight of the sacrifice to fall upon +her son. "Well, now you understand, mother!" continued +Albert; "here are more than 4,000 francs settled on you; +upon these you can live at least two years." + +"Do you think so?" said Mercedes. These words were uttered +in so mournful a tone that their real meaning did not escape +Albert; he felt his heart beat, and taking his mother's hand +within his own he said, tenderly, -- + +"Yes, you will live!" + +"I shall live! -- then you will not leave me, Albert?" + +"Mother, I must go," said Albert in a firm, calm voice; "you +love me too well to wish me to remain useless and idle with +you; besides, I have signed." + +"You will obey your own wish and the will of heaven!" + +"Not my own wish, mother, but reason -- necessity. Are we +not two despairing creatures? What is life to you? -- +Nothing. What is life to me? -- Very little without you, +mother; for believe me, but for you I should have ceased to +live on the day I doubted my father and renounced his name. +Well, I will live, if you promise me still to hope; and if +you grant me the care of your future prospects, you will +redouble my strength. Then I will go to the governor of +Algeria; he has a royal heart, and is essentially a soldier; +I will tell him my gloomy story. I will beg him to turn his +eyes now and then towards me, and if he keep his word and +interest himself for me, in six months I shall be an +officer, or dead. If I am an officer, your fortune is +certain, for I shall have money enough for both, and, +moreover, a name we shall both be proud of, since it will be +our own. If I am killed -- well then mother, you can also +die, and there will be an end of our misfortunes." + +"It is well," replied Mercedes, with her eloquent glance; +"you are right, my love; let us prove to those who are +watching our actions that we are worthy of compassion." + +"But let us not yield to gloomy apprehensions," said the +young man; "I assure you we are, or rather we shall be, very +happy. You are a woman at once full of spirit and +resignation; I have become simple in my tastes, and am +without passion, I hope. Once in service, I shall be rich -- +once in M. Dantes' house, you will be at rest. Let us +strive, I beseech you, -- let us strive to be cheerful." + +"Yes, let us strive, for you ought to live, and to be happy, +Albert." + +"And so our division is made, mother," said the young man, +affecting ease of mind. "We can now part; come, I shall +engage your passage." + +"And you, my dear boy?" + +"I shall stay here for a few days longer; we must accustom +ourselves to parting. I want recommendations and some +information relative to Africa. I will join you again at +Marseilles." + +"Well, be it so -- let us part," said Mercedes, folding +around her shoulders the only shawl she had taken away, and +which accidentally happened to be a valuable black cashmere. +Albert gathered up his papers hastily, rang the bell to pay +the thirty francs he owed to the landlord, and offering his +arm to his mother, they descended the stairs. Some one was +walking down before them, and this person, hearing the +rustling of a silk dress, turned around. "Debray!" muttered +Albert. + +"You, Morcerf?" replied the secretary, resting on the +stairs. Curiosity had vanquished the desire of preserving +his incognito, and he was recognized. It was, indeed, +strange in this unknown spot to find the young man whose +misfortunes had made so much noise in Paris. + +"Morcerf!" repeated Debray. Then noticing in the dim light +the still youthful and veiled figure of Madame de Morcerf: +-- "Pardon me," he added with a smile, "I leave you, +Albert." Albert understood his thoughts. "Mother," he said, +turning towards Mercedes, "this is M. Debray, secretary of +the minister for the interior, once a friend of mine." + +"How once?" stammered Debray; "what do you mean?" + +"I say so, M. Debray, because I have no friends now, and I +ought not to have any. I thank you for having recognized me, +sir." Debray stepped forward, and cordially pressed the hand +of his interlocutor. "Believe me, dear Albert," he said, +with all the emotion he was capable of feeling, -- "believe +me, I feel deeply for your misfortunes, and if in any way I +can serve you, I am yours." + +"Thank you, sir," said Albert, smiling. "In the midst of our +misfortunes, we are still rich enough not to require +assistance from any one. We are leaving Paris, and when our +journey is paid, we shall have 5,000 francs left." The blood +mounted to the temples of Debray, who held a million in his +pocket-book, and unimaginative as he was he could not help +reflecting that the same house had contained two women, one +of whom, justly dishonored, had left it poor with 1,500,000 +francs under her cloak, while the other, unjustly stricken, +but sublime in her misfortune, was yet rich with a few +deniers. This parallel disturbed his usual politeness, the +philosophy he witnessed appalled him, he muttered a few +words of general civility and ran down-stairs. + +That day the minister's clerks and the subordinates had a +great deal to put up with from his ill-humor. But that same +night, he found himself the possessor of a fine house, +situated on the Boulevard de la Madeleine, and an income of +50,000 livres. The next day, just as Debray was signing the +deed, that is about five o'clock in the afternoon, Madame de +Morcerf, after having affectionately embraced her son, +entered the coupe of the diligence, which closed upon her. A +man was hidden in Lafitte's banking-house, behind one of the +little arched windows which are placed above each desk; he +saw Mercedes enter the diligence, and he also saw Albert +withdraw. Then he passed his hand across his forehead, which +was clouded with doubt. "Alas," he exclaimed, "how can I +restore the happiness I have taken away from these poor +innocent creatures? God help me!" + + + +Chapter 107 +The Lions' Den. + +One division of La Force, in which the most dangerous and +desperate prisoners are confined, is called the court of +Saint-Bernard. The prisoners, in their expressive language, +have named it the "Lions' Den," probably because the +captives possess teeth which frequently gnaw the bars, and +sometimes the keepers also. It is a prison within a prison; +the walls are double the thickness of the rest. The gratings +are every day carefully examined by jailers, whose herculean +proportions and cold pitiless expression prove them to have +been chosen to reign over their subjects for their superior +activity and intelligence. The court-yard of this quarter is +enclosed by enormous walls, over which the sun glances +obliquely, when it deigns to penetrate into this gulf of +moral and physical deformity. On this paved yard are to be +seen, -- pacing to and fro from morning till night, pale, +careworn, and haggard, like so many shadows, -- the men whom +justice holds beneath the steel she is sharpening. There, +crouched against the side of the wall which attracts and +retains the most heat, they may be seen sometimes talking to +one another, but more frequently alone, watching the door, +which sometimes opens to call forth one from the gloomy +assemblage, or to throw in another outcast from society. + +The court of Saint-Bernard has its own particular apartment +for the reception of guests; it is a long rectangle, divided +by two upright gratings placed at a distance of three feet +from one another to prevent a visitor from shaking hands +with or passing anything to the prisoners. It is a wretched, +damp, nay, even horrible spot, more especially when we +consider the agonizing conferences which have taken place +between those iron bars. And yet, frightful though this spot +may be, it is looked upon as a kind of paradise by the men +whose days are numbered; it is so rare for them to leave the +Lions' Den for any other place than the barrier +Saint-Jacques or the galleys! + +In the court which we have attempted to describe, and from +which a damp vapor was rising, a young man with his hands in +his pockets, who had excited much curiosity among the +inhabitants of the "Den," might be seen walking. The cut of +his clothes would have made him pass for an elegant man, if +those clothes had not been torn to shreds; still they did +not show signs of wear, and the fine cloth, beneath the +careful hands of the prisoner, soon recovered its gloss in +the parts which were still perfect, for the wearer tried his +best to make it assume the appearance of a new coat. He +bestowed the same attention upon the cambric front of a +shirt, which had considerably changed in color since his +entrance into the prison, and he polished his varnished +boots with the corner of a handkerchief embroidered with +initials surmounted by a coronet. Some of the inmates of the +"Lions' Den" were watching the operations of the prisoner's +toilet with considerable interest. "See, the prince is +pluming himself," said one of the thieves. "He's a fine +looking fellow," said another; "if he had only a comb and +hair-grease, he'd take the shine off the gentlemen in white +kids." + +"His coat looks almost new, and his boots shine like a +nigger's face. It's pleasant to have such well-dressed +comrades; but didn't those gendarmes behave shameful? -- +must 'a been jealous, to tear such clothes!" + +"He looks like a big-bug," said another; "dresses in fine +style. And, then, to be here so young! Oh, what larks!" +Meanwhile the object of this hideous admiration approached +the wicket, against which one of the keepers was leaning. +"Come, sir," he said, "lend me twenty francs; you will soon +be paid; you run no risks with me. Remember, I have +relations who possess more millions than you have deniers. +Come, I beseech you, lend me twenty francs, so that I may +buy a dressing-gown; it is intolerable always to be in a +coat and boots! And what a coat, sir, for a prince of the +Cavalcanti!" The keeper turned his back, and shrugged his +shoulders; he did not even laugh at what would have caused +any one else to do so; he had heard so many utter the same +things, -- indeed, he heard nothing else. + +"Come," said Andrea, "you are a man void of compassion; I'll +have you turned out." This made the keeper turn around, and +he burst into a loud laugh. The prisoners then approached +and formed a circle. "I tell you that with that wretched +sum," continued Andrea, "I could obtain a coat, and a room +in which to receive the illustrious visitor I am daily +expecting." + +"Of course -- of course," said the prisoners; -- "any one +can see he's a gentleman!" + +"Well, then, lend him the twenty francs," said the keeper, +leaning on the other shoulder; "surely you will not refuse a +comrade!" + +"I am no comrade of these people," said the young man, +proudly, "you have no right to insult me thus." + +The thieves looked at one another with low murmurs, and a +storm gathered over the head of the aristocratic prisoner, +raised less by his own words than by the manner of the +keeper. The latter, sure of quelling the tempest when the +waves became too violent, allowed them to rise to a certain +pitch that he might be revenged on the importunate Andrea, +and besides it would afford him some recreation during the +long day. The thieves had already approached Andrea, some +screaming, "La savate -- La savate!"* a cruel operation, +which consists in cuffing a comrade who may have fallen into +disgrace, not with an old shoe, but with an iron-heeled one. +Others proposed the "anguille," another kind of recreation, +in which a handkerchief is filled with sand, pebbles, and +two-sous pieces, when they have them, which the wretches +beat like a flail over the head and shoulders of the unhappy +sufferer. "Let us horsewhip the fine gentleman!" said +others. + +* Savate: an old shoe. + +But Andrea, turning towards them, winked his eyes, rolled +his tongue around his cheeks, and smacked his lips in a +manner equivalent to a hundred words among the bandits when +forced to be silent. It was a Masonic sign Caderousse had +taught him. He was immediately recognized as one of them; +the handkerchief was thrown down, and the iron-heeled shoe +replaced on the foot of the wretch to whom it belonged. Some +voices were heard to say that the gentleman was right; that +he intended to be civil, in his way, and that they would set +the example of liberty of conscience, -- and the mob +retired. The keeper was so stupefied at this scene that he +took Andrea by the hands and began examining his person, +attributing the sudden submission of the inmates of the +Lions' Den to something more substantial than mere +fascination. Andrea made no resistance, although he +protested against it. Suddenly a voice was heard at the +wicket. "Benedetto!" exclaimed an inspector. The keeper +relaxed his hold. "I am called," said Andrea. "To the +visitors' room!" said the same voice. + +"You see some one pays me a visit. Ah, my dear sir, you will +see whether a Cavalcanti is to be treated like a common +person!" And Andrea, gliding through the court like a black +shadow, rushed out through the wicket, leaving his comrades, +and even the keeper, lost in wonder. Certainly a call to the +visitors' room had scarcely astonished Andrea less than +themselves, for the wily youth, instead of making use of his +privilege of waiting to be claimed on his entry into La +Force, had maintained a rigid silence. "Everything," he +said, "proves me to be under the protection of some powerful +person, -- this sudden fortune, the facility with which I +have overcome all obstacles, an unexpected family and an +illustrious name awarded to me, gold showered down upon me, +and the most splendid alliances about to be entered into. An +unhappy lapse of fortune and the absence of my protector +have cast me down, certainly, but not forever. The hand +which has retreated for a while will be again stretched +forth to save me at the very moment when I shall think +myself sinking into the abyss. Why should I risk an +imprudent step? It might alienate my protector. He has two +means of extricating me from this dilemma, -- the one by a +mysterious escape, managed through bribery; the other by +buying off my judges with gold. I will say and do nothing +until I am convinced that he has quite abandoned me, and +then" -- + +Andrea had formed a plan which was tolerably clever. The +unfortunate youth was intrepid in the attack, and rude in +the defence. He had borne with the public prison, and with +privations of all sorts; still, by degrees nature, or rather +custom, had prevailed, and he suffered from being naked, +dirty, and hungry. It was at this moment of discomfort that +the inspector's voice called him to the visiting-room. +Andrea felt his heart leap with joy. It was too soon for a +visit from the examining magistrate, and too late for one +from the director of the prison, or the doctor; it must, +then, be the visitor he hoped for. Behind the grating of the +room into which Andrea had been led, he saw, while his eyes +dilated with surprise, the dark and intelligent face of M. +Bertuccio, who was also gazing with sad astonishment upon +the iron bars, the bolted doors, and the shadow which moved +behind the other grating. + +"Ah," said Andrea, deeply affected. + +"Good morning, Benedetto," said Bertuccio, with his deep, +hollow voice. + +"You -- you?" said the young man, looking fearfully around +him. + +"Do you not recognize me, unhappy child?" + +"Silence, -- be silent!" said Andrea, who knew the delicate +sense of hearing possessed by the walls; "for heaven's sake, +do not speak so loud!" + +"You wish to speak with me alone, do you not?" said +Bertuccio. + +"Oh, yes." + +"That is well." And Bertuccio, feeling in his pocket, signed +to a keeper whom he saw through the window of the wicket. + +"Read?" he said. + +"What is that?" asked Andrea. + +"An order to conduct you to a room, and to leave you there +to talk to me." + +"Oh," cried Andrea, leaping with joy. Then he mentally +added, -- "Still my unknown protector! I am not forgotten. +They wish for secrecy, since we are to converse in a private +room. I understand, Bertuccio has been sent by my +protector." + +The keeper spoke for a moment with an official, then opened +the iron gates and conducted Andrea to a room on the first +floor. The room was whitewashed, as is the custom in +prisons, but it looked quite brilliant to a prisoner, though +a stove, a bed, a chair, and a table formed the whole of its +sumptuous furniture. Bertuccio sat down upon the chair, +Andrea threw himself upon the bed; the keeper retired. + +"Now," said the steward, "what have you to tell me?" + +"And you?" said Andrea. + +"You speak first." + +"Oh, no. You must have much to tell me, since you have come +to seek me." + +"Well, be it so. You have continued your course of villany; +you have robbed -- you have assassinated." + +"Well, I should say! If you had me taken to a private room +only to tell me this, you might have saved yourself the +trouble. I know all these things. But there are some with +which, on the contrary, I am not acquainted. Let us talk of +those, if you please. Who sent you?" + +"Come, come, you are going on quickly, M. Benedetto!" + +"Yes, and to the point. Let us dispense with useless words. +Who sends you?" + +"No one." + +"How did you know I was in prison?" + +"I recognized you, some time since, as the insolent dandy +who so gracefully mounted his horse in the Champs Elysees." + +"Oh, the Champs Elysees? Ah, yes; we burn, as they say at +the game of pincette. The Champs Elysees? Come, let us talk +a little about my father." + +"Who, then, am I?" + +"You, sir? -- you are my adopted father. But it was not you, +I presume, who placed at my disposal 100,000 francs, which I +spent in four or five months; it was not you who +manufactured an Italian gentleman for my father; it was not +you who introduced me into the world, and had me invited to +a certain dinner at Auteuil, which I fancy I am eating at +this moment, in company with the most distinguished people +in Paris -- amongst the rest with a certain procureur, whose +acquaintance I did very wrong not to cultivate, for he would +have been very useful to me just now; -- it was not you, in +fact, who bailed me for one or two millions, when the fatal +discovery of my little secret took place. Come, speak, my +worthy Corsican, speak!" + +"What do you wish me to say?" + +"I will help you. You were speaking of the Champs Elysees +just now, worthy foster-father." + +"Well?" + +"Well, in the Champs Elysees there resides a very rich +gentleman." + +"At whose house you robbed and murdered, did you not?" + +"I believe I did." + +"The Count of Monte Cristo?" + +"'Tis you who have named him, as M. Racine says. Well, am I +to rush into his arms, and strain him to my heart, crying, +`My father, my father!' like Monsieur Pixerecourt."* + +"Do not let us jest," gravely replied Bertuccio, "and dare +not to utter that name again as you have pronounced it." + +* Guilbert de Pixerecourt, French dramatist (1775-1844). + +"Bah," said Andrea, a little overcome, by the solemnity of +Bertuccio's manner, "why not?" + +"Because the person who bears it is too highly favored by +heaven to be the father of such a wretch as you." + +"Oh, these are fine words." + +"And there will be fine doings, if you do not take care." + +"Menaces -- I do not fear them. I will say" -- + +"Do you think you are engaged with a pygmy like yourself?" +said Bertuccio, in so calm a tone, and with so steadfast a +look, that Andrea was moved to the very soul. "Do you think +you have to do with galley-slaves, or novices in the world? +Benedetto, you are fallen into terrible hands; they are +ready to open for you -- make use of them. Do not play with +the thunderbolt they have laid aside for a moment, but which +they can take up again instantly, if you attempt to +intercept their movements." + +"My father -- I will know who my father is," said the +obstinate youth; "I will perish if I must, but I will know +it. What does scandal signify to me? What possessions, what +reputation, what `pull,' as Beauchamp says, -- have I? You +great people always lose something by scandal, +notwithstanding your millions. Come, who is my father?" + +"I came to tell you." + +"Ah," cried Benedetto, his eyes sparkling with joy. Just +then the door opened, and the jailer, addressing himself to +Bertuccio, said, -- "Excuse me, sir, but the examining +magistrate is waiting for the prisoner." + +"And so closes our interview," said Andrea to the worthy +steward; "I wish the troublesome fellow were at the devil!" + +"I will return to-morrow," said Bertuccio. + +"Good! Gendarmes, I am at your service. Ah, sir, do leave a +few crowns for me at the gate that I may have some things I +am in need of!" + +"It shall be done," replied Bertuccio. Andrea extended his +hand; Bertuccio kept his own in his pocket, and merely +jingled a few pieces of money. "That's what I mean," said +Andrea, endeavoring to smile, quite overcome by the strange +tranquillity of Bertuccio. "Can I be deceived?" he murmured, +as he stepped into the oblong and grated vehicle which they +call "the salad basket." "Never mind, we shall see! +To-morrow, then!" he added, turning towards Bertuccio. + +"To-morrow!" replied the steward. + + + +Chapter 108 +The Judge. + +We remember that the Abbe Busoni remained alone with +Noirtier in the chamber of death, and that the old man and +the priest were the sole guardians of the young girl's body. +Perhaps it was the Christian exhortations of the abbe, +perhaps his kind charity, perhaps his persuasive words, +which had restored the courage of Noirtier, for ever since +he had conversed with the priest his violent despair had +yielded to a calm resignation which surprised all who knew +his excessive affection for Valentine. M. de Villefort had +not seen his father since the morning of the death. The +whole establishment had been changed; another valet was +engaged for himself, a new servant for Noirtier, two women +had entered Madame de Villefort's service, -- in fact, +everywhere, to the concierge and coachmen, new faces were +presented to the different masters of the house, thus +widening the division which had always existed between the +members of the same family. + +The assizes, also, were about to begin, and Villefort, shut +up in his room, exerted himself with feverish anxiety in +drawing up the case against the murderer of Caderousse. This +affair, like all those in which the Count of Monte Cristo +had interfered, caused a great sensation in Paris. The +proofs were certainly not convincing, since they rested upon +a few words written by an escaped galley-slave on his +death-bed, and who might have been actuated by hatred or +revenge in accusing his companion. But the mind of the +procureur was made up; he felt assured that Benedetto was +guilty, and he hoped by his skill in conducting this +aggravated case to flatter his self-love, which was about +the only vulnerable point left in his frozen heart. + +The case was therefore prepared owing to the incessant labor +of Villefort, who wished it to be the first on the list in +the coming assizes. He had been obliged to seclude himself +more than ever, to evade the enormous number of applications +presented to him for the purpose of obtaining tickets of +admission to the court on the day of trial. And then so +short a time had elapsed since the death of poor Valentine, +and the gloom which overshadowed the house was so recent, +that no one wondered to see the father so absorbed in his +professional duties, which were the only means he had of +dissipating his grief. + +Once only had Villefort seen his father; it was the day +after that upon which Bertuccio had paid his second visit to +Benedetto, when the latter was to learn his father's name. +The magistrate, harassed and fatigued, had descended to the +garden of his house, and in a gloomy mood, similar to that +in which Tarquin lopped off the tallest poppies, he began +knocking off with his cane the long and dying branches of +the rose-trees, which, placed along the avenue, seemed like +the spectres of the brilliant flowers which had bloomed in +the past season. More than once he had reached that part of +the garden where the famous boarded gate stood overlooking +the deserted enclosure, always returning by the same path, +to begin his walk again, at the same pace and with the same +gesture, when he accidentally turned his eyes towards the +house, whence he heard the noisy play of his son, who had +returned from school to spend the Sunday and Monday with his +mother. While doing so, he observed M. Noirtier at one of +the open windows, where the old man had been placed that he +might enjoy the last rays of the sun which yet yielded some +heat, and was now shining upon the dying flowers and red +leaves of the creeper which twined around the balcony. + +The eye of the old man was riveted upon a spot which +Villefort could scarcely distinguish. His glance was so full +of hate, of ferocity, and savage impatience, that Villefort +turned out of the path he had been pursuing, to see upon +what person this dark look was directed. Then he saw beneath +a thick clump of linden-trees, which were nearly divested of +foliage, Madame de Villefort sitting with a book in her +hand, the perusal of which she frequently interrupted to +smile upon her son, or to throw back his elastic ball, which +he obstinately threw from the drawing-room into the garden. +Villefort became pale; he understood the old man's meaning. +Noirtier continued to look at the same object, but suddenly +his glance was transferred from the wife to the husband, and +Villefort himself had to submit to the searching +investigation of eyes, which, while changing their direction +and even their language, had lost none of their menacing +expression. Madame de Villefort, unconscious of the passions +that exhausted their fire over her head, at that moment held +her son's ball, and was making signs to him to reclaim it +with a kiss. Edward begged for a long while, the maternal +kiss probably not offering sufficient recompense for the +trouble he must take to obtain it; however at length he +decided, leaped out of the window into a cluster of +heliotropes and daisies, and ran to his mother, his forehead +streaming with perspiration. Madame de Villefort wiped his +forehead, pressed her lips upon it, and sent him back with +the ball in one hand and some bonbons in the other. + +Villefort, drawn by an irresistible attraction, like that of +the bird to the serpent, walked towards the house. As he +approached it, Noirtier's gaze followed him, and his eyes +appeared of such a fiery brightness that Villefort felt them +pierce to the depths of his heart. In that earnest look +might be read a deep reproach, as well as a terrible menace. +Then Noirtier raised his eyes to heaven, as though to remind +his son of a forgotten oath. "It is well, sir," replied +Villefort from below, -- "it is well; have patience but one +day longer; what I have said I will do." Noirtier seemed to +be calmed by these words, and turned his eyes with +indifference to the other side. Villefort violently +unbuttoned his great-coat, which seemed to strangle him, and +passing his livid hand across his forehead, entered his +study. + +The night was cold and still; the family had all retired to +rest but Villefort, who alone remained up, and worked till +five o'clock in the morning, reviewing the last +interrogatories made the night before by the examining +magistrates, compiling the depositions of the witnesses, and +putting the finishing stroke to the deed of accusation, +which was one of the most energetic and best conceived of +any he had yet delivered. + +The next day, Monday, was the first sitting of the assizes. +The morning dawned dull and gloomy, and Villefort saw the +dim gray light shine upon the lines he had traced in red +ink. The magistrate had slept for a short time while the +lamp sent forth its final struggles; its flickerings awoke +him, and he found his fingers as damp and purple as though +they had been dipped in blood. He opened the window; a +bright yellow streak crossed the sky, and seemed to divide +in half the poplars, which stood out in black relief on the +horizon. In the clover-fields beyond the chestnut-trees, a +lark was mounting up to heaven, while pouring out her clear +morning song. The damps of the dew bathed the head of +Villefort, and refreshed his memory. "To-day," he said with +an effort, -- "to-day the man who holds the blade of justice +must strike wherever there is guilt." Involuntarily his eyes +wandered towards the window of Noirtier's room, where he had +seen him the preceding night. The curtain was drawn, and yet +the image of his father was so vivid to his mind that he +addressed the closed window as though it had been open, and +as if through the opening he had beheld the menacing old +man. "Yes," he murmured, -- "yes, be satisfied." + +His head dropped upon his chest, and in this position he +paced his study; then he threw himself, dressed as he was, +upon a sofa, less to sleep than to rest his limbs, cramped +with cold and study. By degrees every one awoke. Villefort, +from his study, heard the successive noises which accompany +the life of a house, -- the opening and shutting of doors, +the ringing of Madame de Villefort's bell, to summon the +waiting-maid, mingled with the first shouts of the child, +who rose full of the enjoyment of his age. Villefort also +rang; his new valet brought him the papers, and with them a +cup of chocolate. + +"What are you bringing me?" said he. + +"A cup of chocolate." + +"I did not ask for it. Who has paid me this attention?" + +"My mistress, sir. She said you would have to speak a great +deal in the murder case, and that you should take something +to keep up your strength;" and the valet placed the cup on +the table nearest to the sofa, which was, like all the rest, +covered with papers. The valet then left the room. Villefort +looked for an instant with a gloomy expression, then, +suddenly, taking it up with a nervous motion, he swallowed +its contents at one draught. It might have been thought that +he hoped the beverage would be mortal, and that he sought +for death to deliver him from a duty which he would rather +die than fulfil. He then rose, and paced his room with a +smile it would have been terrible to witness. The chocolate +was inoffensive, for M. de Villefort felt no effects. The +breakfast-hour arrived, but M. de Villefort was not at +table. The valet re-entered. + +"Madame de Villefort wishes to remind you, sir," he said, +"that eleven o'clock has just struck, and that the trial +commences at twelve." + +"Well," said Villefort, "what then?" + +"Madame de Villefort is dressed; she is quite ready, and +wishes to know if she is to accompany you, sir?" + +"Where to?" + +"To the Palais." + +"What to do?" + +"My mistress wishes much to be present at the trial." + +"Ah," said Villefort, with a startling accent; "does she +wish that?" -- The man drew back and said, "If you wish to +go alone, sir, I will go and tell my mistress." Villefort +remained silent for a moment, and dented his pale cheeks +with his nails. "Tell your mistress," he at length answered, +"that I wish to speak to her, and I beg she will wait for me +in her own room." + +"Yes, sir." + +"Then come to dress and shave me." + +"Directly, sir." The valet re-appeared almost instantly, +and, having shaved his master, assisted him to dress +entirely in black. When he had finished, he said, -- + +"My mistress said she should expect you, sir, as soon as you +had finished dressing." + +"I am going to her." And Villefort, with his papers under +his arm and hat in hand, directed his steps toward the +apartment of his wife. At the door he paused for a moment to +wipe his damp, pale brow. He then entered the room. Madame +de Villefort was sitting on an ottoman and impatiently +turning over the leaves of some newspapers and pamphlets +which young Edward, by way of amusing himself, was tearing +to pieces before his mother could finish reading them. She +was dressed to go out, her bonnet was placed beside her on a +chair, and her gloves were on her hands. + +"Ah, here you are, monsieur," she said in her naturally calm +voice; "but how pale you are! Have you been working all +night? Why did you not come down to breakfast? Well, will +you take me, or shall I take Edward?" Madame de Villefort +had multiplied her questions in order to gain one answer, +but to all her inquiries M. de Villefort remained mute and +cold as a statue. "Edward," said Villefort, fixing an +imperious glance on the child, "go and play in the +drawing-room, my dear; I wish to speak to your mamma." +Madame de Villefort shuddered at the sight of that cold +countenance, that resolute tone, and the awfully strange +preliminaries. Edward raised his head, looked at his mother, +and then, finding that she did not confirm the order, began +cutting off the heads of his leaden soldiers. + +"Edward," cried M. de Villefort, so harshly that the child +started up from the floor, "do you hear me? -- Go!" The +child, unaccustomed to such treatment, arose, pale and +trembling; it would be difficult to say whether his emotion +were caused by fear or passion. His father went up to him, +took him in his arms, and kissed his forehead. "Go," he +said: "go, my child." Edward ran out. M. de Villefort went +to the door, which he closed behind the child, and bolted. +"Dear me!" said the young woman, endeavoring to read her +husband's inmost thoughts, while a smile passed over her +countenance which froze the impassibility of Villefort; +"what is the matter?" + +"Madame, where do you keep the poison you generally use?" +said the magistrate, without any introduction, placing +himself between his wife and the door. + +Madame de Villefort must have experienced something of the +sensation of a bird which, looking up, sees the murderous +trap closing over its head. A hoarse, broken tone, which was +neither a cry nor a sigh, escaped from her, while she became +deadly pale. "Monsieur," she said, "I -- I do not understand +you." And, in her first paroxysm of terror, she had raised +herself from the sofa, in the next, stronger very likely +than the other, she fell down again on the cushions. "I +asked you," continued Villefort, in a perfectly calm tone, +"where you conceal the poison by the aid of which you have +killed my father-in-law, M. de Saint-Meran, my +mother-in-law, Madame de Saint-Meran, Barrois, and my +daughter Valentine." + +"Ah, sir," exclaimed Madame de Villefort, clasping her +hands, "what do you say?" + +"It is not for you to interrogate, but to answer." + +"Is it to the judge or to the husband?" stammered Madame de +Villefort. "To the judge -- to the judge, madame!" It was +terrible to behold the frightful pallor of that woman, the +anguish of her look, the trembling of her whole frame. "Ah, +sir," she muttered, "ah, sir," and this was all. + +"You do not answer, madame!" exclaimed the terrible +interrogator. Then he added, with a smile yet more terrible +than his anger, "It is true, then; you do not deny it!" She +moved forward. "And you cannot deny it!" added Villefort, +extending his hand toward her, as though to seize her in the +name of justice. "You have accomplished these different +crimes with impudent address, but which could only deceive +those whose affections for you blinded them. Since the death +of Madame de Saint-Meran, I have known that a poisoner lived +in my house. M. d'Avrigny warned me of it. After the death +of Barrois my suspicions were directed towards an angel, -- +those suspicions which, even when there is no crime, are +always alive in my heart; but after the death of Valentine, +there has been no doubt in my mind, madame, and not only in +mine, but in those of others; thus your crime, known by two +persons, suspected by many, will soon become public, and, as +I told you just now, you no longer speak to the husband, but +to the judge." + +The young woman hid her face in her hands. "Oh, sir," she +stammered, "I beseech you, do not believe appearances." + +"Are you, then, a coward?" cried Villefort, in a +contemptuous voice. "But I have always observed that +poisoners were cowards. Can you be a coward, -- you who have +had the courage to witness the death of two old men and a +young girl murdered by you?" + +"Sir! sir!" + +"Can you be a coward?" continued Villefort, with increasing +excitement, "you, who could count, one by one, the minutes +of four death agonies? You, who have arranged your infernal +plans, and removed the beverages with a talent and precision +almost miraculous? Have you, then, who have calculated +everything with such nicety, have you forgotten to calculate +one thing -- I mean where the revelation of your crimes will +lead you to? Oh, it is impossible -- you must have saved +some surer, more subtle and deadly poison than any other, +that you might escape the punishment that you deserve. You +have done this -- I hope so, at least." Madame de Villefort +stretched out her hands, and fell on her knees. + +"I understand," he said, "you confess; but a confession made +to the judges, a confession made at the last moment, +extorted when the crime cannot be denied, diminishes not the +punishment inflicted on the guilty!" + +"The punishment?" exclaimed Madame de Villefort, "the +punishment, monsieur? Twice you have pronounced that word!" + +"Certainly. Did you hope to escape it because you were four +times guilty? Did you think the punishment would be withheld +because you are the wife of him who pronounces it? -- No, +madame, no; the scaffold awaits the poisoner, whoever she +may be, unless, as I just said, the poisoner has taken the +precaution of keeping for herself a few drops of her +deadliest potion." Madame de Villefort uttered a wild cry, +and a hideous and uncontrollable terror spread over her +distorted features. "Oh, do not fear the scaffold, madame," +said the magistrate; "I will not dishonor you, since that +would be dishonor to myself; no, if you have heard me +distinctly, you will understand that you are not to die on +the scaffold." + +"No, I do not understand; what do you mean?" stammered the +unhappy woman, completely overwhelmed. "I mean that the wife +of the first magistrate in the capital shall not, by her +infamy, soil an unblemished name; that she shall not, with +one blow, dishonor her husband and her child." + +"No, no -- oh, no!" + +"Well, madame, it will be a laudable action on your part, +and I will thank you for it!" + +"You will thank me -- for what?" + +"For what you have just said." + +"What did I say? Oh, my brain whirls; I no longer understand +anything. Oh, my God, my God!" And she rose, with her hair +dishevelled, and her lips foaming. + +"Have you answered the question I put to you on entering the +room? -- where do you keep the poison you generally use, +madame?" Madame de Villefort raised her arms to heaven, and +convulsively struck one hand against the other. "No, no," +she vociferated, "no, you cannot wish that!" + +"What I do not wish, madame, is that you should perish on +the scaffold. Do you understand?" asked Villefort. + +"Oh, mercy, mercy, monsieur!" + +"What I require is, that justice be done. I am on the earth +to punish, madame," he added, with a flaming glance; "any +other woman, were it the queen herself, I would send to the +executioner; but to you I shall be merciful. To you I will +say, `Have you not, madame, put aside some of the surest, +deadliest, most speedy poison?'" + +"Oh, pardon me, sir; let me live!" + +"She is cowardly," said Villefort. + +"Reflect that I am your wife!" + +"You are a poisoner." + +"In the name of heaven!" + +"No!" + +"In the name of the love you once bore me!" + +"No, no!" + +"In the name of our child! Ah, for the sake of our child, +let me live!" + +"No, no, no, I tell you; one day, if I allow you to live, +you will perhaps kill him, as you have the others!" + +"I? -- I kill my boy?" cried the distracted mother, rushing +toward Villefort; "I kill my son? Ha, ha, ha!" and a +frightful, demoniac laugh finished the sentence, which was +lost in a hoarse rattle. Madame de Villefort fell at her +husband's feet. He approached her. "Think of it, madame," he +said; "if, on my return, justice his not been satisfied, I +will denounce you with my own mouth, and arrest you with my +own hands!" She listened, panting, overwhelmed, crushed; her +eye alone lived, and glared horribly. "Do you understand +me?" he said. "I am going down there to pronounce the +sentence of death against a murderer. If I find you alive on +my return, you shall sleep to-night in the conciergerie." +Madame de Villefort sighed; her nerves gave way, and she +sunk on the carpet. The king's attorney seemed to experience +a sensation of pity; he looked upon her less severely, and, +bowing to her, said slowly, "Farewell, madame, farewell!" +That farewell struck Madame de Villefort like the +executioner's knife. She fainted. The procureur went out, +after having double-locked the door. + + + +Chapter 109 +The Assizes. + +The Benedetto affair, as it was called at the Palais, and by +people in general, had produced a tremendous sensation. +Frequenting the Cafe de Paris, the Boulevard de Gand, and +the Bois de Boulogne, during his brief career of splendor, +the false Cavalcanti had formed a host of acquaintances. The +papers had related his various adventures, both as the man +of fashion and the galley-slave; and as every one who had +been personally acquainted with Prince Andrea Cavalcanti +experienced a lively curiosity in his fate, they all +determined to spare no trouble in endeavoring to witness the +trial of M. Benedetto for the murder of his comrade in +chains. In the eyes of many, Benedetto appeared, if not a +victim to, at least an instance of, the fallibility of the +law. M. Cavalcanti, his father, had been seen in Paris, and +it was expected that he would re-appear to claim the +illustrious outcast. Many, also, who were not aware of the +circumstances attending his withdrawal from Paris, were +struck with the worthy appearance, the gentlemanly bearing, +and the knowledge of the world displayed by the old +patrician, who certainly played the nobleman very well, so +long as he said nothing, and made no arithmetical +calculations. As for the accused himself, many remembered +him as being so amiable, so handsome, and so liberal, that +they chose to think him the victim of some conspiracy, since +in this world large fortunes frequently excite the +malevolence and jealousy of some unknown enemy. Every one, +therefore, ran to the court; some to witness the sight, +others to comment upon it. From seven o'clock in the morning +a crowd was stationed at the iron gates, and an hour before +the trial commenced the hall was full of the privileged. +Before the entrance of the magistrates, and indeed +frequently afterwards, a court of justice, on days when some +especial trial is to take place, resembles a drawing-room +where many persons recognize each other and converse if they +can do so without losing their seats; or, if they are +separated by too great a number of lawyers, communicate by +signs. + +It was one of the magnificent autumn days which make amends +for a short summer; the clouds which M. de Villefort had +perceived at sunrise had all disappeared as if by magic, and +one of the softest and most brilliant days of September +shone forth in all its splendor. + +Beauchamp, one of the kings of the press, and therefore +claiming the right of a throne everywhere, was eying +everybody through his monocle. He perceived Chateau-Renaud +and Debray, who had just gained the good graces of a +sergeant-at-arms, and who had persuaded the latter to let +them stand before, instead of behind him, as they ought to +have done. The worthy sergeant had recognized the minister's +secretary and the millionnaire, and, by way of paying extra +attention to his noble neighbors, promised to keep their +places while they paid a visit to Beauchamp. + +"Well," said Beauchamp, "we shall see our friend!" + +"Yes, indeed!" replied Debray. "That worthy prince. Deuce +take those Italian princes!" + +"A man, too, who could boast of Dante for a genealogist, and +could reckon back to the `Divine Comedy.'" + +"A nobility of the rope!" said Chateau-Renaud +phlegmatically. + +"He will be condemned, will he not?" asked Debray of +Beauchamp. + +"My dear fellow, I think we should ask you that question; +you know such news much better than we do. Did you see the +president at the minister's last night?" + +"Yes." + +"What did he say?" + +"Something which will surprise you." + +"Oh, make haste and tell me, then; it is a long time since +that has happened." + +"Well, he told me that Benedetto, who is considered a +serpent of subtlety and a giant of cunning, is really but a +very commonplace, silly rascal, and altogether unworthy of +the experiments that will be made on his phrenological +organs after his death." + +"Bah," said Beauchamp, "he played the prince very well." + +"Yes, for you who detest those unhappy princes, Beauchamp, +and are always delighted to find fault with them; but not +for me, who discover a gentleman by instinct, and who scent +out an aristocratic family like a very bloodhound of +heraldry." + +"Then you never believed in the principality?" + +"Yes. -- in the principality, but not in the prince." + +"Not so bad," said Beauchamp; "still, I assure you, he +passed very well with many people; I saw him at the +ministers' houses." + +"Ah, yes," said Chateau-Renaud. "The idea of thinking +ministers understand anything about princes!" + +"There is something in what you have just said," said +Beauchamp, laughing. + +"But," said Debray to Beauchamp, "if I spoke to the +president, you must have been with the procureur." + +"It was an impossibility; for the last week M. de Villefort +has secluded himself. It is natural enough; this strange +chain of domestic afflictions, followed by the no less +strange death of his daughter" -- + +"Strange? What do you mean, Beauchamp?" + +"Oh, yes; do you pretend that all this has been unobserved +at the minister's?" said Beauchamp, placing his eye-glass in +his eye, where he tried to make it remain. + +"My dear sir," said Chateau-Renaud, "allow me to tell you +that you do not understand that manoeuvre with the eye-glass +half so well as Debray. Give him a lesson, Debray." + +"Stay," said Beauchamp, "surely I am not deceived." + +"What is it?" + +"It is she!" + +"Whom do you mean?" + +"They said she had left." + +"Mademoiselle Eugenie?" said Chateau-Renaud; "has she +returned?" + +"No, but her mother." + +"Madame Danglars? Nonsense! Impossible!" said +Chateau-Renaud; "only ten days after the flight of her +daughter, and three days from the bankruptcy of her +husband?" + +Debray colored slightly, and followed with his eyes the +direction of Beauchamp's glance. "Come," he said, "it is +only a veiled lady, some foreign princess, perhaps the +mother of Cavalcanti. But you were just speaking on a very +interesting topic, Beauchamp." + +"I?" + +"Yes; you were telling us about the extraordinary death of +Valentine." + +"Ah, yes, so I was. But how is it that Madame de Villefort +is not here?" + +"Poor, dear woman," said Debray, "she is no doubt occupied +in distilling balm for the hospitals, or in making cosmetics +for herself or friends. Do you know she spends two or three +thousand crowns a year in this amusement? But I wonder she +is not here. I should have been pleased to see her, for I +like her very much." + +"And I hate her," said Chateau-Renaud. + +"Why?" + +"I do not know. Why do we love? Why do we hate? I detest +her, from antipathy." + +"Or, rather, by instinct." + +"Perhaps so. But to return to what you were saying, +Beauchamp." + +"Well, do you know why they die so multitudinously at M. de +Villefort's?" + +"`Multitudinously' [drv] is good," said Chateau-Renaud. + +"My good fellow, you'll find the word in Saint-Simon." + +"But the thing itself is at M. de Villefort's; but let's get +back to the subject." + +"Talking of that," said Debray, "Madame was making inquiries +about that house, which for the last three months has been +hung with black." + +"Who is Madame?" asked Chateau-Renaud. + +"The minister's wife, pardieu!" + +"Oh, your pardon! I never visit ministers; I leave that to +the princes." + +"Really, You were only before sparkling, but now you are +brilliant; take compassion on us, or, like Jupiter, you will +wither us up." + +"I will not speak again," said Chateau-Renaud; "pray have +compassion upon me, and do not take up every word I say." + +"Come, let us endeavor to get to the end of our story, +Beauchamp; I told you that yesterday Madame made inquiries +of me upon the subject; enlighten me, and I will then +communicate my information to her." + +"Well, gentlemen, the reason people die so multitudinously +(I like the word) at M. de Villefort's is that there is an +assassin in the house!" The two young men shuddered, for the +same idea had more than once occurred to them. "And who is +the assassin;" they asked together. + +"Young Edward!" A burst of laughter from the auditors did +not in the least disconcert the speaker, who continued, -- +"Yes, gentlemen; Edward, the infant phenomenon, who is quite +an adept in the art of killing." + +"You are jesting." + +"Not at all. I yesterday engaged a servant, who had just +left M. de Villefort -- I intend sending him away to-morrow, +for he eats so enormously, to make up for the fast imposed +upon him by his terror in that house. Well, now listen." + +"We are listening." + +"It appears the dear child has obtained possession of a +bottle containing some drug, which he every now and then +uses against those who have displeased him. First, M. and +Madame de Saint-Meran incurred his displeasure, so he poured +out three drops of his elixir -- three drops were +sufficient; then followed Barrois, the old servant of M. +Noirtier, who sometimes rebuffed this little wretch -- he +therefore received the same quantity of the elixir; the same +happened to Valentine, of whom he was jealous; he gave her +the same dose as the others, and all was over for her as +well as the rest." + +"Why, what nonsense are you telling us?" said +Chateau-Renaud. + +"Yes, it is an extraordinary story," said Beauchamp; "is it +not?" + +"It is absurd," said Debray. + +"Ah," said Beauchamp, "you doubt me? Well, you can ask my +servant, or rather him who will no longer be my servant +to-morrow, it was the talk of the house." + +"And this elixir, where is it? what is it?" + +"The child conceals it." + +"But where did he find it?" + +"In his mother's laboratory." + +"Does his mother then, keep poisons in her laboratory?" + +"How can I tell? You are questioning me like a king's +attorney. I only repeat what I have been told, and like my +informant I can do no more. The poor devil would eat +nothing, from fear." + +"It is incredible!" + +"No, my dear fellow, it is not at all incredible. You saw +the child pass through the Rue Richelieu last year, who +amused himself with killing his brothers and sisters by +sticking pins in their ears while they slept. The generation +who follow us are very precocious." + +"Come, Beauchamp," said Chateau-Renaud, "I will bet anything +you do not believe a word of all you have been telling us." + +"I do not see the Count of Monte Cristo here." + +"He is worn out," said Debray; "besides, he could not well +appear in public, since he has been the dupe of the +Cavalcanti, who, it appears, presented themselves to him +with false letters of credit, and cheated him out of 100,000 +francs upon the hypothesis of this principality." + +"By the way, M. de Chateau-Renaud," asked Beauchamp, "how is +Morrel?" + +"Ma foi, I have called three times without once seeing him. +Still, his sister did not seem uneasy, and told me that +though she had not seen him for two or three days, she was +sure he was well." + +"Ah, now I think of it, the Count of Monte Cristo cannot +appear in the hall," said Beauchamp. + +"Why not?" + +"Because he is an actor in the drama." + +"Has he assassinated any one, then?" + +"No, on the contrary, they wished to assassinate him. You +know that it was in leaving his house that M. de Caderousse +was murdered by his friend Benedetto. You know that the +famous waistcoat was found in his house, containing the +letter which stopped the signature of the marriage-contract. +Do you see the waistcoat? There it is, all blood-stained, on +the desk, as a testimony of the crime." + +"Ah, very good." + +"Hush, gentlemen, here is the court; let us go back to our +places." A noise was heard in the hall; the sergeant called +his two patrons with an energetic "hem!" and the door-keeper +appearing, called out with that shrill voice peculiar to his +order, ever since the days of Beaumarchais, "The court, +gentlemen!" + + + +Chapter 110 +The Indictment. + +The judges took their places in the midst of the most +profound silence; the jury took their seats; M. de +Villefort, the object of unusual attention, and we had +almost said of general admiration, sat in the arm-chair and +cast a tranquil glance around him. Every one looked with +astonishment on that grave and severe face, whose calm +expression personal griefs had been unable to disturb, and +the aspect of a man who was a stranger to all human emotions +excited something very like terror. + +"Gendarmes," said the president, "lead in the accused." + +At these words the public attention became more intense, and +all eyes were turned towards the door through which +Benedetto was to enter. The door soon opened and the accused +appeared. The same impression was experienced by all +present, and no one was deceived by the expression of his +countenance. His features bore no sign of that deep emotion +which stops the beating of the heart and blanches the cheek. +His hands, gracefully placed, one upon his hat, the other in +the opening of his white waistcoat, were not at all +tremulous; his eye was calm and even brilliant. Scarcely had +he entered the hall when he glanced at the whole body of +magistrates and assistants; his eye rested longer on the +president, and still more so on the king's attorney. By the +side of Andrea was stationed the lawyer who was to conduct +his defence, and who had been appointed by the court, for +Andrea disdained to pay any attention to those details, to +which he appeared to attach no importance. The lawyer was a +young man with light hair whose face expressed a hundred +times more emotion than that which characterized the +prisoner. + +The president called for the indictment, revised as we know, +by the clever and implacable pen of Villefort. During the +reading of this, which was long, the public attention was +continually drawn towards Andrea, who bore the inspection +with Spartan unconcern. Villefort had never been so concise +and eloquent. The crime was depicted in the most vivid +colors; the former life of the prisoner, his transformation, +a review of his life from the earliest period, were set +forth with all the talent that a knowledge of human life +could furnish to a mind like that of the procureur. +Benedetto was thus forever condemned in public opinion +before the sentence of the law could be pronounced. Andrea +paid no attention to the successive charges which were +brought against him. M. de Villefort, who examined him +attentively, and who no doubt practiced upon him all the +psychological studies he was accustomed to use, in vain +endeavored to make him lower his eyes, notwithstanding the +depth and profundity of his gaze. At length the reading of +the indictment was ended. + +"Accused," said the president, "your name and surname?" +Andrea arose. "Excuse me, Mr. President," he said, in a +clear voice, "but I see you are going to adopt a course of +questions through which I cannot follow you. I have an idea, +which I will explain by and by, of making an exception to +the usual form of accusation. Allow me, then, if you please, +to answer in different order, or I will not do so at all." +The astonished president looked at the jury, who in turn +looked at Villefort. The whole assembly manifested great +surprise, but Andrea appeared quite unmoved. "Your age?" +said the president; "will you answer that question?" + +"I will answer that question, as well as the rest, Mr. +President, but in its turn." + +"Your age?" repeated the president. + +"I am twenty-one years old, or rather I shall be in a few +days, as I was born the night of the 27th of September, +1817." M. de Villefort, who was busy taking down some notes, +raised his head at the mention of this date. "Where were you +born?" continued the president. + +"At Auteuil, near Paris." M. de Villefort a second time +raised his head, looked at Benedetto as if he had been +gazing at the head of Medusa, and became livid. As for +Benedetto, he gracefully wiped his lips with a fine cambric +pocket-handkerchief. "Your profession?" + +"First I was a forger," answered Andrea, as calmly as +possible; "then I became a thief, and lately have become an +assassin." A murmur, or rather storm, of indignation burst +from all parts of the assembly. The judges themselves +appeared to be stupefied, and the jury manifested tokens of +disgust for cynicism so unexpected in a man of fashion. M. +de Villefort pressed his hand upon his brow, which, at first +pale, had become red and burning; then he suddenly arose and +looked around as though he had lost his senses -- he wanted +air. + +"Are you looking for anything, Mr. Procureur?" asked +Benedetto, with his most ingratiating smile. M. de Villefort +answered nothing, but sat, or rather threw himself down +again upon his chair. "And now, prisoner, will you consent +to tell your name?" said the president. "The brutal +affectation with which you have enumerated and classified +your crimes calls for a severe reprimand on the part of the +court, both in the name of morality, and for the respect due +to humanity. You appear to consider this a point of honor, +and it may be for this reason, that you have delayed +acknowledging your name. You wished it to be preceded by all +these titles." + +"It is quite wonderful, Mr. President, how entirely you have +read my thoughts," said Benedetto, in his softest voice and +most polite manner. "This is, indeed, the reason why I +begged you to alter the order of the questions." The public +astonishment had reached its height. There was no longer any +deceit or bravado in the manner of the accused. The audience +felt that a startling revelation was to follow this ominous +prelude. + +"Well," said the president; "your name?" + +"I cannot tell you my name, since I do not know it; but I +know my father's, and can tell it to you." + +A painful giddiness overwhelmed Villefort; great drops of +acrid sweat fell from his face upon the papers which he held +in his convulsed hand. + +"Repeat your father's name," said the president. Not a +whisper, not a breath, was heard in that vast assembly; +every one waited anxiously. + +"My father is king's attorney," replied Andrea calmly. + +"King's attorney?" said the president, stupefied, and +without noticing the agitation which spread over the face of +M. de Villefort; "king's attorney?" + +"Yes; and if you wish to know his name, I will tell it, -- +he is named Villefort." The explosion, which had been so +long restrained from a feeling of respect to the court of +justice, now burst forth like thunder from the breasts of +all present; the court itself did not seek to restrain the +feelings of the audience. The exclamations, the insults +addressed to Benedetto, who remained perfectly unconcerned, +the energetic gestures, the movement of the gendarmes, the +sneers of the scum of the crowd always sure to rise to the +surface in case of any disturbance -- all this lasted five +minutes, before the door-keepers and magistrates were able +to restore silence. In the midst of this tumult the voice of +the president was heard to exclaim, -- "Are you playing with +justice, accused, and do you dare set your fellow-citizens +an example of disorder which even in these times his never +been equalled?" + +Several persons hurried up to M. de Villefort, who sat half +bowed over in his chair, offering him consolation, +encouragement, and protestations of zeal and sympathy. Order +was re-established in the hall, except that a few people +still moved about and whispered to one another. A lady, it +was said, had just fainted; they had supplied her with a +smelling-bottle, and she had recovered. During the scene of +tumult, Andrea had turned his smiling face towards the +assembly; then, leaning with one hand on the oaken rail of +the dock, in the most graceful attitude possible, he said: +"Gentlemen, I assure you I had no idea of insulting the +court, or of making a useless disturbance in the presence of +this honorable assembly. They ask my age; I tell it. They +ask where I was born; I answer. They ask my name, I cannot +give it, since my parents abandoned me. But though I cannot +give my own name, not possessing one, I can tell them my +father's. Now I repeat, my father is named M. de Villefort, +and I am ready to prove it." + +There was an energy, a conviction, and a sincerity in the +manner of the young man, which silenced the tumult. All eyes +were turned for a moment towards the procureur, who sat as +motionless as though a thunderbolt had changed him into a +corpse. "Gentlemen," said Andrea, commanding silence by his +voice and manner; "I owe you the proofs and explanations of +what I have said." + +"But," said the irritated president, "you called yourself +Benedetto, declared yourself an orphan, and claimed Corsica +as your country." + +"I said anything I pleased, in order that the solemn +declaration I have just made should not be withheld, which +otherwise would certainly have been the case. I now repeat +that I was born at Auteuil on the night of the 27th of +September, 1817, and that I am the son of the procureur, M. +de Villefort. Do you wish for any further details? I will +give them. I was born in No. 28, Rue de la Fontaine, in a +room hung with red damask; my father took me in his arms, +telling my mother I was dead, wrapped me in a napkin marked +with an H and an N, and carried me into a garden, where he +buried me alive." + +A shudder ran through the assembly when they saw that the +confidence of the prisoner increased in proportion to the +terror of M. de Villefort. "But how have you become +acquainted with all these details?" asked the president. + +"I will tell you, Mr. President. A man who had sworn +vengeance against my father, and had long watched his +opportunity to kill him, had introduced himself that night +into the garden in which my father buried me. He was +concealed in a thicket; he saw my father bury something in +the ground, and stabbed him; then thinking the deposit might +contain some treasure he turned up the ground, and found me +still living. The man carried me to the foundling asylum, +where I was registered under the number 37. Three months +afterwards, a woman travelled from Rogliano to Paris to +fetch me, and having claimed me as her son, carried me away. +Thus, you see, though born in Paris, I was brought up in +Corsica." + +There was a moment's silence, during which one could have +fancied the hall empty, so profound was the stillness. +"Proceed," said the president. + +"Certainly, I might have lived happily amongst those good +people, who adored me, but my perverse disposition prevailed +over the virtues which my adopted mother endeavored to +instil into my heart. I increased in wickedness till I +committed crime. One day when I cursed providence for making +me so wicked, and ordaining me to such a fate, my adopted +father said to me, `Do not blaspheme, unhappy child, the +crime is that of your father, not yours, -- of your father, +who consigned you to hell if you died, and to misery if a +miracle preserved you alive.' After that I ceased to +blaspheme, but I cursed my father. That is why I have +uttered the words for which you blame me; that is why I have +filled this whole assembly with horror. If I have committed +an additional crime, punish me, but if you will allow that +ever since the day of my birth my fate has been sad, bitter, +and lamentable, then pity me." + +"But your mother?" asked the president. + +"My mother thought me dead; she is not guilty. I did not +even wish to know her name, nor do I know it." Just then a +piercing cry, ending in a sob, burst from the centre of the +crowd, who encircled the lady who had before fainted, and +who now fell into a violent fit of hysterics. She was +carried out of the hall, the thick veil which concealed her +face dropped off, and Madame Danglars was recognized. +Notwithstanding his shattered nerves, the ringing sensation +in his ears, and the madness which turned his brain, +Villefort rose as he perceived her. "The proofs, the +proofs!" said the president; "remember this tissue of +horrors must be supported by the clearest proofs " + +"The proofs?" said Benedetto, laughing; "do you want +proofs?" + +"Yes." + +"Well, then, look at M. de Villefort, and then ask me for +proofs." + +Every one turned towards the procureur, who, unable to bear +the universal gaze now riveted on him alone, advanced +staggering into the midst of the tribunal, with his hair +dishevelled and his face indented with the mark of his +nails. The whole assembly uttered a long murmur of +astonishment. "Father," said Benedetto, "I am asked for +proofs, do you wish me to give them?" + +"No, no, it is useless," stammered M. de Villefort in a +hoarse voice; "no, it is useless!" + +"How useless?" cried the president, "what do you mean?" + +"I mean that I feel it impossible to struggle against this +deadly weight which crushes me. Gentlemen, I know I am in +the hands of an avenging God! We need no proofs; everything +relating to this young man is true." A dull, gloomy silence, +like that which precedes some awful phenomenon of nature, +pervaded the assembly, who shuddered in dismay. "What, M. de +Villefort," cried the president, "do you yield to an +hallucination? What, are you no longer in possession of your +senses? This strange, unexpected, terrible accusation has +disordered your reason. Come, recover." + +The procureur dropped his head; his teeth chattered like +those of a man under a violent attack of fever, and yet he +was deadly pale. + +"I am in possession of all my senses, sir," he said; "my +body alone suffers, as you may suppose. I acknowledge myself +guilty of all the young man has brought against me, and from +this hour hold myself under the authority of the procureur +who will succeed me." + +And as he spoke these words with a hoarse, choking voice, he +staggered towards the door, which was mechanically opened by +a door-keeper. The whole assembly were dumb with +astonishment at the revelation and confession which had +produced a catastrophe so different from that which had been +expected during the last fortnight by the Parisian world. + +"Well," said Beauchamp, "let them now say that drama is +unnatural!" + +"Ma foi!" said Chateau-Renaud, "I would rather end my career +like M. de Morcerf; a pistol-shot seems quite delightful +compared with this catastrophe." + +"And moreover, it kills," said Beauchamp. + +"And to think that I had an idea of marrying his daughter," +said Debray. "She did well to die, poor girl!" + +"The sitting is adjourned, gentlemen," said the president; +"fresh inquiries will be made, and the case will be tried +next session by another magistrate." As for Andrea, who was +calm and more interesting than ever, he left the hall, +escorted by gendarmes, who involuntarily paid him some +attention. "Well, what do you think of this, my fine +fellow?" asked Debray of the sergeant-at-arms, slipping a +louis into his hand. "There will be extenuating +circumstances," he replied. + + + +Chapter 111 +Expiation. + +Notwithstanding the density of the crowd, M. de Villefort +saw it open before him. There is something so awe-inspiring +in great afflictions that even in the worst times the first +emotion of a crowd has generally been to sympathize with the +sufferer in a great catastrophe. Many people have been +assassinated in a tumult, but even criminals have rarely +been insulted during trial. Thus Villefort passed through +the mass of spectators and officers of the Palais, and +withdrew. Though he had acknowledged his guilt, he was +protected by his grief. There are some situations which men +understand by instinct, but which reason is powerless to +explain; in such cases the greatest poet is he who gives +utterance to the most natural and vehement outburst of +sorrow. Those who hear the bitter cry are as much impressed +as if they listened to an entire poem, and when the sufferer +is sincere they are right in regarding his outburst as +sublime. + +It would be difficult to describe the state of stupor in +which Villefort left the Palais. Every pulse beat with +feverish excitement, every nerve was strained, every vein +swollen, and every part of his body seemed to suffer +distinctly from the rest, thus multiplying his agony a +thousand-fold. He made his way along the corridors through +force of habit; he threw aside his magisterial robe, not out +of deference to etiquette, but because it was an unbearable +burden, a veritable garb of Nessus, insatiate in torture. +Having staggered as far as the Rue Dauphine, he perceived +his carriage, awoke his sleeping coachman by opening the +door himself, threw himself on the cushions, and pointed +towards the Faubourg Saint-Honore; the carriage drove on. +The weight of his fallen fortunes seemed suddenly to crush +him; he could not foresee the consequences; he could not +contemplate the future with the indifference of the hardened +criminal who merely faces a contingency already familiar. +God was still in his heart. "God," he murmured, not knowing +what he said, -- "God -- God!" Behind the event that had +overwhelmed him he saw the hand of God. The carriage rolled +rapidly onward. Villefort, while turning restlessly on the +cushions, felt something press against him. He put out his +hand to remove the object; it was a fan which Madame de +Villefort had left in the carriage; this fan awakened a +recollection which darted through his mind like lightning. +He thought of his wife. + +"Oh!" he exclaimed, as though a redhot iron were piercing +his heart. During the last hour his own crime had alone been +presented to his mind; now another object, not less +terrible, suddenly presented itself. His wife! He had just +acted the inexorable judge with her, he had condemned her to +death, and she, crushed by remorse, struck with terror, +covered with the shame inspired by the eloquence of his +irreproachable virtue, -- she, a poor, weak woman, without +help or the power of defending herself against his absolute +and supreme will, -- she might at that very moment, perhaps, +be preparing to die! An hour had elapsed since her +condemnation; at that moment, doubtless, she was recalling +all her crimes to her memory; she was asking pardon for her +sins; perhaps she was even writing a letter imploring +forgiveness from her virtuous husband -- a forgiveness she +was purchasing with her death! Villefort again groaned with +anguish and despair. "Ah," he exclaimed, "that woman became +criminal only from associating with me! I carried the +infection of crime with me, and she has caught it as she +would the typhus fever, the cholera, the plague! And yet I +have punished her -- I have dared to tell her -- I have -- +`Repent and die!' But no, she must not die; she shall live, +and with me. We will flee from Paris and go as far as the +earth reaches. I told her of the scaffold; oh, heavens, I +forgot that it awaits me also! How could I pronounce that +word? Yes, we will fly; I will confess all to her, -- I will +tell her daily that I also have committed a crime! -- Oh, +what an alliance -- the tiger and the serpent; worthy wife +of such as I am! She must live that my infamy may diminish +hers." And Villefort dashed open the window in front of the +carriage. + +"Faster, faster!" he cried, in a tone which electrified the +coachman. The horses, impelled by fear, flew towards the +house. + +"Yes, yes," repeated Villefort, as he approached his home -- +"yes, that woman must live; she must repent, and educate my +son, the sole survivor, with the exception of the +indestructible old man, of the wreck of my house. She loves +him; it was for his sake she has committed these crimes. We +ought never to despair of softening the heart of a mother +who loves her child. She will repent, and no one will know +that she has been guilty. The events which have taken place +in my house, though they now occupy the public mind, will be +forgotten in time, or if, indeed, a few enemies should +persist in remembering them, why then I will add them to my +list of crimes. What will it signify if one, two, or three +more are added? My wife and child shall escape from this +gulf, carrying treasures with them; she will live and may +yet be happy, since her child, in whom all her love is +centred, will be with her. I shall have performed a good +action, and my heart will be lighter." And the procureur +breathed more freely than he had done for some time. + +The carriage stopped at the door of the house. Villefort +leaped out of the carriage, and saw that his servants were +surprised at his early return; he could read no other +expression on their features. Neither of them spoke to him; +they merely stood aside to let him pass by, as usual, +nothing more. As he passed by M. Noirtier's room, he +perceived two figures through the half-open door; but he +experienced no curiosity to know who was visiting his +father: anxiety carried him on further. + +"Come," he said, as he ascended the stairs leading to his +wife's room, "nothing is changed here." He then closed the +door of the landing. "No one must disturb us," he said; "I +must speak freely to her, accuse myself, and say" -- he +approached the door, touched the crystal handle, which +yielded to his hand. "Not locked," he cried; "that is well." +And he entered the little room in which Edward slept; for +though the child went to school during the day, his mother +could not allow him to be separated from her at night. With +a single glance Villefort's eye ran through the room. "Not +here," he said; "doubtless she is in her bedroom." He rushed +towards the door, found it bolted, and stopped, shuddering. +"Heloise!" he cried. He fancied he heard the sound of a +piece of furniture being removed. "Heloise!" he repeated. + +"Who is there?" answered the voice of her he sought. He +thought that voice more feeble than usual. + +"Open the door!" cried Villefort. "Open; it is I." But +notwithstanding this request, notwithstanding the tone of +anguish in which it was uttered, the door remained closed. +Villefort burst it open with a violent blow. At the entrance +of the room which led to her boudoir, Madame de Villefort +was standing erect, pale, her features contracted, and her +eyes glaring horribly. "Heloise, Heloise!" he said, "what is +the matter? Speak!" The young woman extended her stiff white +hands towards him. "It is done, monsieur," she said with a +rattling noise which seemed to tear her throat. "What more +do you want?" and she fell full length on the floor. +Villefort ran to her and seized her hand, which convulsively +clasped a crystal bottle with a golden stopper. Madame de +Villefort was dead. Villefort, maddened with horror, stepped +back to the threshhold of the door, fixing his eyes on the +corpse: "My son!" he exclaimed suddenly, "where is my son? +-- Edward, Edward!" and he rushed out of the room, still +crying, "Edward, Edward!" The name was pronounced in such a +tone of anguish that the servants ran up. + +"Where is my son?" asked Villefort; "let him be removed from +the house, that he may not see" -- + +"Master Edward is not down-stairs, sir," replied the valet. + +"Then he must be playing in the garden; go and see." + +"No, sir; Madame de Villefort sent for him half an hour ago; +he went into her room, and has not been down-stairs since." +A cold perspiration burst out on Villefort's brow; his legs +trembled, and his thoughts flew about madly in his brain +like the wheels of a disordered watch. "In Madame de +Villefort's room?" he murmured and slowly returned, with one +hand wiping his forehead, and with the other supporting +himself against the wall. To enter the room he must again +see the body of his unfortunate wife. To call Edward he must +reawaken the echo of that room which now appeared like a +sepulchre; to speak seemed like violating the silence of the +tomb. His tongue was paralyzed in his mouth. + +"Edward!" he stammered -- "Edward!" The child did not +answer. Where, then, could he be, if he had entered his +mother's room and not since returned? He stepped forward. +The corpse of Madame de Villefort was stretched across the +doorway leading to the room in which Edward must be; those +glaring eyes seemed to watch over the threshold, and the +lips bore the stamp of a terrible and mysterious irony. +Through the open door was visible a portion of the boudoir, +containing an upright piano and a blue satin couch. +Villefort stepped forward two or three paces, and beheld his +child lying -- no doubt asleep -- on the sofa. The unhappy +man uttered an exclamation of joy; a ray of light seemed to +penetrate the abyss of despair and darkness. He had only to +step over the corpse, enter the boudoir, take the child in +his arms, and flee far, far away. + +Villefort was no longer the civilized man; he was a tiger +hurt unto death, gnashing his teeth in his wound. He no +longer feared realities, but phantoms. He leaped over the +corpse as if it had been a burning brazier. He took the +child in his arms, embraced him, shook him, called him, but +the child made no response. He pressed his burning lips to +the cheeks, but they were icy cold and pale; he felt the +stiffened limbs; he pressed his hand upon the heart, but it +no longer beat, -- the child was dead. A folded paper fell +from Edward's breast. Villefort, thunderstruck, fell upon +his knees; the child dropped from his arms, and rolled on +the floor by the side of its mother. He picked up the paper, +and, recognizing his wife's writing, ran his eyes rapidly +over its contents; it ran as follows: -- + +"You know that I was a good mother, since it was for my +son's sake I became criminal. A good mother cannot depart +without her son." + +Villefort could not believe his eyes, -- he could not +believe his reason; he dragged himself towards the child's +body, and examined it as a lioness contemplates its dead +cub. Then a piercing cry escaped from his breast, and he +cried, "Still the hand of God." The presence of the two +victims alarmed him; he could not bear solitude shared only +by two corpses. Until then he had been sustained by rage, by +his strength of mind, by despair, by the supreme agony which +led the Titans to scale the heavens, and Ajax to defy the +gods. He now arose, his head bowed beneath the weight of +grief, and, shaking his damp, dishevelled hair, he who had +never felt compassion for any one determined to seek his +father, that he might have some one to whom he could relate +his misfortunes, -- some one by whose side he might weep. He +descended the little staircase with which we are acquainted, +and entered Noirtier's room. The old man appeared to be +listening attentively and as affectionately as his +infirmities would allow to the Abbe Busoni, who looked cold +and calm, as usual. Villefort, perceiving the abbe, passed +his hand across his brow. He recollected the call he had +made upon him after the dinner at Auteuil, and then the +visit the abbe had himself paid to his house on the day of +Valentine's death. "You here, sir!" he exclaimed; "do you, +then, never appear but to act as an escort to death?" + +Busoni turned around, and, perceiving the excitement +depicted on the magistrate's face, the savage lustre of his +eyes, he understood that the revelation had been made at the +assizes; but beyond this he was ignorant. "I came to pray +over the body of your daughter." + +"And now why are you here?" + +"I come to tell you that you have sufficiently repaid your +debt, and that from this moment I will pray to God to +forgive you, as I do." + +"Good heavens!" exclaimed Villefort, stepping back +fearfully, "surely that is not the voice of the Abbe +Busoni!" + +"No!" The abbe threw off his wig, shook his head, and his +hair, no longer confined, fell in black masses around his +manly face. + +"It is the face of the Count of Monte Cristo!" exclaimed the +procureur, with a haggard expression. + +"You are not exactly right, M. Procureur; you must go +farther back." + +"That voice, that voice! -- where did I first hear it?" + +"You heard it for the first time at Marseilles, twenty-three +years ago, the day of your marriage with Mademoiselle de +Saint-Meran. Refer to your papers." + +"You are not Busoni? -- you are not Monte Cristo? Oh, +heavens -- you are, then, some secret, implacable, and +mortal enemy! I must have wronged you in some way at +Marseilles. Oh, woe to me!" + +"Yes; you are now on the right path," said the count, +crossing his arms over his broad chest; "search -- search!" + +"But what have I done to you?" exclaimed Villefort, whose +mind was balancing between reason and insanity, in that +cloud which is neither a dream nor reality; "what have I +done to you? Tell me, then! Speak!" + +"You condemned me to a horrible, tedious death; you killed +my father; you deprived me of liberty, of love, and +happiness." + +"Who are you, then? Who are you?" + +"I am the spectre of a wretch you buried in the dungeons of +the Chateau d'If. God gave that spectre the form of the +Count of Monte Cristo when he at length issued from his +tomb, enriched him with gold and diamonds, and led him to +you!" + +"Ah, I recognize you -- I recognize you!" exclaimed the +king's attorney; "you are" -- + +"I am Edmond Dantes!" + +"You are Edmond Dantes," cried Villefort, seizing the count +by the wrist; "then come here!" And up the stairs he dragged +Monte Cristo; who, ignorant of what had happened, followed +him in astonishment, foreseeing some new catastrophe. +"There, Edmond Dantes!" he said, pointing to the bodies of +his wife and child, "see, are you well avenged?" Monte +Cristo became pale at this horrible sight; he felt that he +had passed beyond the bounds of vengeance, and that he could +no longer say, "God is for and with me." With an expression +of indescribable anguish he threw himself upon the body of +the child, reopened its eyes, felt its pulse, and then +rushed with him into Valentine's room, of which he +double-locked the door. "My child," cried Villefort, "he +carries away the body of my child! Oh, curses, woe, death to +you!" and he tried to follow Monte Cristo; but as though in +a dream he was transfixed to the spot, -- his eyes glared as +though they were starting through the sockets; he griped the +flesh on his chest until his nails were stained with blood; +the veins of his temples swelled and boiled as though they +would burst their narrow boundary, and deluge his brain with +living fire. This lasted several minutes, until the +frightful overturn of reason was accomplished; then uttering +a loud cry followed by a burst of laughter, he rushed down +the stairs. + +A quarter of an hour afterwards the door of Valentine's room +opened, and Monte Cristo reappeared. Pale, with a dull eye +and heavy heart, all the noble features of that face, +usually so calm and serene, were overcast by grief. In his +arms he held the child, whom no skill had been able to +recall to life. Bending on one knee, he placed it reverently +by the side of its mother, with its head upon her breast. +Then, rising, he went out, and meeting a servant on the +stairs, he asked, "Where is M. de Villefort?" + +The servant, instead of answering, pointed to the garden. +Monte Cristo ran down the steps, and advancing towards the +spot designated beheld Villefort, encircled by his servants, +with a spade in his hand, and digging the earth with fury. +"It is not here!" he cried. "It is not here!" And then he +moved farther on, and began again to dig. + +Monte Cristo approached him, and said in a low voice, with +an expression almost humble, "Sir, you have indeed lost a +son; but" -- + +Villefort interrupted him; he had neither listened nor +heard. "Oh, I will find it," he cried; "you may pretend he +is not here, but I will find him, though I dig forever!" +Monte Cristo drew back in horror. "Oh," he said, "he is +mad!" And as though he feared that the walls of the accursed +house would crumble around him, he rushed into the street, +for the first time doubting whether he had the right to do +as he had done. "Oh, enough of this, -- enough of this," he +cried; "let me save the last." On entering his house, he met +Morrel, who wandered about like a ghost awaiting the +heavenly mandate for return to the tomb. "Prepare yourself, +Maximilian," he said with a smile; "we leave Paris +to-morrow." + +"Have you nothing more to do there?" asked Morrel. + +"No," replied Monte Cristo; "God grant I may not have done +too much already." + +The next day they indeed left, accompanied only by +Baptistin. Haidee had taken away Ali, and Bertuccio remained +with Noirtier. + + + +Chapter 112 +The Departure. + +The recent event formed the theme of conversation throughout +all Paris. Emmanuel and his wife conversed with natural +astonishment in their little apartment in the Rue Meslay +upon the three successive, sudden, and most unexpected +catastrophes of Morcerf, Danglars, and Villefort. +Maximilian, who was paying them a visit, listened to their +conversation, or rather was present at it, plunged in his +accustomed state of apathy. "Indeed," said Julie, "might we +not almost fancy, Emmanuel, that those people, so rich, so +happy but yesterday, had forgotten in their prosperity that +an evil genius -- like the wicked fairies in Perrault's +stories who present themselves unbidden at a wedding or +baptism -- hovered over them, and appeared all at once to +revenge himself for their fatal neglect?" + +"What a dire misfortune!" said Emmanuel, thinking of Morcerf +and Danglars. + +"What dreadful sufferings!" said Julie, remembering +Valentine, but whom, with a delicacy natural to women, she +did not name before her brother. + +"If the Supreme Being has directed the fatal blow," said +Emmanuel, "it must be that he in his great goodness has +perceived nothing in the past lives of these people to merit +mitigation of their awful punishment." + +"Do you not form a very rash judgment, Emmanuel?" said +Julie. "When my father, with a pistol in his hand, was once +on the point of committing suicide, had any one then said, +`This man deserves his misery,' would not that person have +been deceived?" + +"Yes; but your father was not allowed to fall. A being was +commissioned to arrest the fatal hand of death about to +descend on him." + +Emmanuel had scarcely uttered these words when the sound of +the bell was heard, the well-known signal given by the +porter that a visitor had arrived. Nearly at the same +instant the door was opened and the Count of Monte Cristo +appeared on the threshold. The young people uttered a cry of +joy, while Maximilian raised his head, but let it fall again +immediately. "Maximilian," said the count, without appearing +to notice the different impressions which his presence +produced on the little circle, "I come to seek you." + +"To seek me?" repeated Morrel, as if awakening from a dream. + +"Yes," said Monte Cristo; "has it not been agreed that I +should take you with me, and did I not tell you yesterday to +prepare for departure?" + +"I am ready," said Maximilian; "I came expressly to wish +them farewell." + +"Whither are you going, count?" asked Julie. + +"In the first instance to Marseilles, madame." + +"To Marseilles!" exclaimed the young couple. + +"Yes, and I take your brother with me." + +"Oh, count." said Julie, "will you restore him to us cured +of his melancholy?" -- Morrel turned away to conceal the +confusion of his countenance. + +"You perceive, then, that he is not happy?" said the count. +"Yes," replied the young woman; "and fear much that he finds +our home but a dull one." + +"I will undertake to divert him," replied the count. + +"I am ready to accompany you, sir," said Maximilian. "Adieu, +my kind friends! Emmanuel -- Julie -- farewell!" + +"How farewell?" exclaimed Julie; "do you leave us thus, so +suddenly, without any preparations for your journey, without +even a passport?" + +"Needless delays but increase the grief of parting," said +Monte Cristo, "and Maximilian has doubtless provided himself +with everything requisite; at least, I advised him to do +so." + +"I have a passport, and my clothes are ready packed," said +Morrel in his tranquil but mournful manner. + +"Good," said Monte Cristo, smiling; "in these prompt +arrangements we recognize the order of a well-disciplined +soldier." + +"And you leave us," said Julie, "at a moment's warning? you +do not give us a day -- no, not even an hour before your +departure?" + +"My carriage is at the door, madame, and I must be in Rome +in five days." + +"But does Maximilian go to Rome?" exclaimed Emmanuel. + +"I am going wherever it may please the count to take me," +said Morrel, with a smile full of grief; "I am under his +orders for the next month." + +"Oh, heavens, how strangely he expresses himself, count!" +said Julie. + +"Maximilian goes with me," said the count, in his kindest +and most persuasive manner; "therefore do not make yourself +uneasy on your brother's account." + +"Once more farewell, my dear sister; Emmanuel, adieu!" +Morrel repeated. + +"His carelessness and indifference touch me to the heart," +said Julie. "Oh, Maximilian, Maximilian, you are certainly +concealing something from us." + +"Pshaw!" said Monte Cristo, "you will see him return to you +gay, smiling, and joyful." + +Maximilian cast a look of disdain, almost of anger, on the +count. + +"We must leave you," said Monte Cristo. + +"Before you quit us, count," said Julie, "will you permit us +to express to you all that the other day" -- + +"Madame," interrupted the count, taking her two hands in +his, "all that you could say in words would never express +what I read in your eyes; the thoughts of your heart are +fully understood by mine. Like benefactors in romances, I +should have left you without seeing you again, but that +would have been a virtue beyond my strength, because I am a +weak and vain man, fond of the tender, kind, and thankful +glances of my fellow-creatures. On the eve of departure I +carry my egotism so far as to say, `Do not forget me, my +kind friends, for probably you will never see me again.'" + +"Never see you again?" exclaimed Emmanuel, while two large +tears rolled down Julie's cheeks, "never behold you again? +It is not a man, then, but some angel that leaves us, and +this angel is on the point of returning to heaven after +having appeared on earth to do good." + +"Say not so," quickly returned Monte Cristo -- "say not so, +my friends; angels never err, celestial beings remain where +they wish to be. Fate is not more powerful than they; it is +they who, on the contrary, overcome fate. No, Emmanuel, I am +but a man, and your admiration is as unmerited as your words +are sacrilegious." And pressing his lips on the hand of +Julie, who rushed into his arms, he extended his other hand +to Emmanuel; then tearing himself from this abode of peace +and happiness, he made a sign to Maximilian, who followed +him passively, with the indifference which had been +perceptible in him ever since the death of Valentine had so +stunned him. "Restore my brother to peace and happiness," +whispered Julie to Monte Cristo. And the count pressed her +hand in reply, as he had done eleven years before on the +staircase leading to Morrel's study. + +"You still confide, then, in Sinbad the Sailor?" asked he, +smiling. + +"Oh, yes," was the ready answer. + +"Well, then, sleep in peace, and put your trust in heaven." +As we have before said, the postchaise was waiting; four +powerful horses were already pawing the ground with +impatience, while Ali, apparently just arrived from a long +walk, was standing at the foot of the steps, his face bathed +in perspiration. "Well," asked the count in Arabic, "have +you been to see the old man?" Ali made a sign in the +affirmative. + +"And have you placed the letter before him, as I ordered you +to do?" + +The slave respectfully signalized that he had. "And what did +he say, or rather do?" Ali placed himself in the light, so +that his master might see him distinctly, and then imitating +in his intelligent manner the countenance of the old man, he +closed his eyes, as Noirtier was in the custom of doing when +saying "Yes." + +"Good; he accepts," said Monte Cristo. "Now let us go." + +These words had scarcely escaped him, when the carriage was +on its way, and the feet of the horses struck a shower of +sparks from the pavement. Maximilian settled himself in his +corner without uttering a word. Half an hour had passed when +the carriage stopped suddenly; the count had just pulled the +silken check-string, which was fastened to Ali's finger. The +Nubian immediately descended and opened the carriage door. +It was a lovely starlight night -- they had just reached the +top of the hill Villejuif, from whence Paris appears like a +sombre sea tossing its millions of phosphoric waves into +light -- waves indeed more noisy, more passionate, more +changeable, more furious, more greedy, than those of the +tempestuous ocean, -- waves which never rest as those of the +sea sometimes do, -- waves ever dashing, ever foaming, ever +ingulfing what falls within their grasp. The count stood +alone, and at a sign from his hand, the carriage went on for +a short distance. With folded arms, he gazed for some time +upon the great city. When he had fixed his piercing look on +this modern Babylon, which equally engages the contemplation +of the religious enthusiast, the materialist, and the +scoffer, -- "Great city," murmured he, inclining his head, +and joining his hands as if in prayer, "less than six months +have elapsed since first I entered thy gates. I believe that +the Spirit of God led my steps to thee and that he also +enables me to quit thee in triumph; the secret cause of my +presence within thy walls I have confided alone to him who +only has had the power to read my heart. God only knows that +I retire from thee without pride or hatred, but not without +many regrets; he only knows that the power confided to me +has never been made subservient to my personal good or to +any useless cause. Oh, great city, it is in thy palpitating +bosom that I have found that which I sought; like a patient +miner, I have dug deep into thy very entrails to root out +evil thence. Now my work is accomplished, my mission is +terminated, now thou canst neither afford me pain nor +pleasure. Adieu, Paris, adieu!" + +His look wandered over the vast plain like that of some +genius of the night; he passed his hand over his brow, got +into the carriage, the door was closed on him, and the +vehicle quickly disappeared down the other side of the hill +in a whirlwind of noise and dust. + +Ten leagues were passed and not a single word was uttered. + +Morrel was dreaming, and Monte Cristo was looking at the +dreamer. + +"Morrel," said the count to him at length, "do you repent +having followed me?" + +"No, count; but to leave Paris" -- + +"If I thought happiness might await you in Paris, Morrel, I +would have left you there." + +"Valentine reposes within the walls of Paris, and to leave +Paris is like losing her a second time." + +"Maximilian," said the count, "the friends that we have lost +do not repose in the bosom of the earth, but are buried deep +in our hearts, and it has been thus ordained that we may +always be accompanied by them. I have two friends, who in +this way never depart from me; the one who gave me being, +and the other who conferred knowledge and intelligence on +me. Their spirits live in me. I consult them when doubtful, +and if I ever do any good, it is due to their beneficent +counsels. Listen to the voice of your heart, Morrel, and ask +it whether you ought to preserve this melancholy exterior +towards me." + +"My friend," said Maximilian, "the voice of my heart is very +sorrowful, and promises me nothing but misfortune." + +"It is the way of weakened minds to see everything through a +black cloud. The soul forms its own horizons; your soul is +darkened, and consequently the sky of the future appears +stormy and unpromising." + +"That may possibly be true," said Maximilian, and he again +subsided into his thoughtful mood. + +The journey was performed with that marvellous rapidity +which the unlimited power of the count ever commanded. Towns +fled from them like shadows on their path, and trees shaken +by the first winds of autumn seemed like giants madly +rushing on to meet them, and retreating as rapidly when once +reached. The following morning they arrived at Chalons, +where the count's steamboat waited for them. Without the +loss of an instant, the carriage was placed on board and the +two travellers embarked without delay. The boat was built +for speed; her two paddle-wheels were like two wings with +which she skimmed the water like a bird. Morrel was not +insensible to that sensation of delight which is generally +experienced in passing rapidly through the air, and the wind +which occasionally raised the hair from his forehead seemed +on the point of dispelling momentarily the clouds collected +there. + +As the distance increased between the travellers and Paris, +almost superhuman serenity appeared to surround the count; +he might have been taken for an exile about to revisit his +native land. Ere long Marseilles presented herself to view, +-- Marseilles, white, fervid, full of life and energy, -- +Marseilles, the younger sister of Tyre and Carthage, the +successor to them in the empire of the Mediterranean, -- +Marseilles, old, yet always young. Powerful memories were +stirred within them by the sight of the round tower, Fort +Saint-Nicolas, the City Hall designed by Puget,* the port +with its brick quays, where they had both played in +childhood, and it was with one accord that they stopped on +the Cannebiere. A vessel was setting sail for Algiers, on +board of which the bustle usually attending departure +prevailed. The passengers and their relations crowded on the +deck, friends taking a tender but sorrowful leave of each +other, some weeping, others noisy in their grief, the whole +forming a spectacle that might be exciting even to those who +witnessed similar sights daily, but which had no power to +disturb the current of thought that had taken possession of +the mind of Maximilian from the moment he had set foot on +the broad pavement of the quay. + +* Pierre Puget, the sculptor-architect, was born at +Marseilles in 1622. + +"Here," said he, leaning heavily on the arm of Monte Cristo, +-- "here is the spot where my father stopped, when the +Pharaon entered the port; it was here that the good old man, +whom you saved from death and dishonor, threw himself into +my arms. I yet feel his warm tears on my face, and his were +not the only tears shed, for many who witnessed our meeting +wept also." Monte Cristo gently smiled and said, -- "I was +there;" at the same time pointing to the corner of a street. +As he spoke, and in the very direction he indicated, a +groan, expressive of bitter grief, was heard, and a woman +was seen waving her hand to a passenger on board the vessel +about to sail. Monte Cristo looked at her with an emotion +that must have been remarked by Morrel had not his eyes been +fixed on the vessel. + +"Oh, heavens!" exclaimed Morrel, "I do not deceive myself -- +that young man who is waving his hat, that youth in the +uniform of a lieutenant, is Albert de Morcerf!" + +"Yes," said Monte Cristo, "I recognized him." + +"How so? -- you were looking the other way." the count +smiled, as he was in the habit of doing when he did not want +to make any reply, and he again turned towards the veiled +woman, who soon disappeared at the corner of the street. +Turning to his friend, -- "Dear Maximilian," said the count, +"have you nothing to do in this land?" + +"I have to weep over the grave of my father," replied Morrel +in a broken voice. + +"Well, then, go, -- wait for me there, and I will soon join +you." + +"You leave me, then?" + +"Yes; I also have a pious visit to pay." + +Morrel allowed his hand to fall into that which the count +extended to him; then with an inexpressibly sorrowful +inclination of the head he quitted the count and bent his +steps to the east of the city. Monte Cristo remained on the +same spot until Maximilian was out of sight; he then walked +slowly towards the Allees de Meillan to seek out a small +house with which our readers were made familiar at the +beginning of this story. It yet stood, under the shade of +the fine avenue of lime-trees, which forms one of the most +frequent walks of the idlers of Marseilles, covered by an +immense vine, which spreads its aged and blackened branches +over the stone front, burnt yellow by the ardent sun of the +south. Two stone steps worn away by the friction of many +feet led to the door, which was made of three planks; the +door had never been painted or varnished, so great cracks +yawned in it during the dry season to close again when the +rains came on. The house, with all its crumbling antiquity +and apparent misery, was yet cheerful and picturesque, and +was the same that old Dantes formerly inhabited -- the only +difference being that the old man occupied merely the +garret, while the whole house was now placed at the command +of Mercedes by the count. + +The woman whom the count had seen leave the ship with so +much regret entered this house; she had scarcely closed the +door after her when Monte Cristo appeared at the corner of a +street, so that he found and lost her again almost at the +same instant. The worn out steps were old acquaintances of +his; he knew better than any one else how to open that +weather-beaten door with the large headed nail which served +to raise the latch within. He entered without knocking, or +giving any other intimation of his presence, as if he had +been a friend or the master of the place. At the end of a +passage paved with bricks, was a little garden, bathed in +sunshine, and rich in warmth and light. In this garden +Mercedes had found, at the place indicated by the count, the +sum of money which he, through a sense of delicacy, had +described as having been placed there twenty-four years +previously. The trees of the garden were easily seen from +the steps of the street-door. Monte Cristo, on stepping into +the house, heard a sigh that was almost a deep sob; he +looked in the direction whence it came, and there under an +arbor of Virginia jessamine,* with its thick foliage and +beautiful long purple flowers, he saw Mercedes seated, with +her head bowed, and weeping bitterly. She had raised her +veil, and with her face hidden by her hands was giving free +scope to the sighs and tears which had been so long +restrained by the presence of her son. Monte Cristo advanced +a few steps, which were heard on the gravel. Mercedes raised +her head, and uttered a cry of terror on beholding a man +before her. + +* The Carolina -- not Virginia -- jessamine, gelsemium +sempervirens (properly speaking not a jessamine at all) has +yellow blossoms. The reference is no doubt to the Wistaria +frutescens. -- Ed. + +"Madame," said the count, "it is no longer in my power to +restore you to happiness, but I offer you consolation; will +you deign to accept it as coming from a friend?" + +"I am, indeed, most wretched," replied Mercedes. "Alone in +the world, I had but my son, and he has left me!" + +"He possesses a noble heart, madame," replied the count, +"and he has acted rightly. He feels that every man owes a +tribute to his country; some contribute their talents, +others their industry; these devote their blood, those their +nightly labors, to the same cause. Had he remained with you, +his life must have become a hateful burden, nor would he +have participated in your griefs. He will increase in +strength and honor by struggling with adversity, which he +will convert into prosperity. Leave him to build up the +future for you, and I venture to say you will confide it to +safe hands." + +"Oh," replied the wretched woman, mournfully shaking her +head, "the prosperity of which you speak, and which, from +the bottom of my heart, I pray God in his mercy to grant +him, I can never enjoy. The bitter cup of adversity has been +drained by me to the very dregs, and I feel that the grave +is not far distant. You have acted kindly, count, in +bringing me back to the place where I have enjoyed so much +bliss. I ought to meet death on the same spot where +happiness was once all my own." + +"Alas," said Monte Cristo, "your words sear and embitter my +heart, the more so as you have every reason to hate me. I +have been the cause of all your misfortunes; but why do you +pity, instead of blaming me? You render me still more +unhappy" -- + +"Hate you, blame you -- you, Edmond! Hate, reproach, the man +that has spared my son's life! For was it not your fatal and +sanguinary intention to destroy that son of whom M. de +Morcerf was so proud? Oh, look at me closely, and discover +if you can even the semblance of a reproach in me." The +count looked up and fixed his eyes on Mercedes, who arose +partly from her seat and extended both her hands towards +him. "Oh, look at me," continued she, with a feeling of +profound melancholy, "my eyes no longer dazzle by their +brilliancy, for the time has long fled since I used to smile +on Edmond Dantes, who anxiously looked out for me from the +window of yonder garret, then inhabited by his old father. +Years of grief have created an abyss between those days and +the present. I neither reproach you nor hate you, my friend. +Oh, no, Edmond, it is myself that I blame, myself that I +hate! Oh, miserable creature that I am!" cried she, clasping +her hands, and raising her eyes to heaven. "I once possessed +piety, innocence, and love, the three ingredients of the +happiness of angels, and now what am I?" Monte Cristo +approached her, and silently took her hand. "No," said she, +withdrawing it gently -- "no, my friend, touch me not. You +have spared me, yet of all those who have fallen under your +vengeance I was the most guilty. They were influenced by +hatred, by avarice, and by self-love; but I was base, and +for want of courage acted against my judgment. Nay, do not +press my hand, Edmond; you are thinking, I am sure, of some +kind speech to console me, but do not utter it to me, +reserve it for others more worthy of your kindness. See" +(and she exposed her face completely to view) -- "see, +misfortune has silvered my hair, my eyes have shed so many +tears that they are encircled by a rim of purple, and my +brow is wrinkled. You, Edmond, on the contrary, -- you are +still young, handsome, dignified; it is because you have had +faith; because you have had strength, because you have had +trust in God, and God has sustained you. But as for me, I +have been a coward; I have denied God and he has abandoned +me." + +Mercedes burst into tears; her woman's heart was breaking +under its load of memories. Monte Cristo took her hand and +imprinted a kiss on it; but she herself felt that it was a +kiss of no greater warmth than he would have bestowed on the +hand of some marble statue of a saint. "It often happens," +continued she, "that a first fault destroys the prospects of +a whole life. I believed you dead; why did I survive you? +What good has it done me to mourn for you eternally in the +secret recesses of my heart? -- only to make a woman of +thirty-nine look like a woman of fifty. Why, having +recognized you, and I the only one to do so -- why was I +able to save my son alone? Ought I not also to have rescued +the man that I had accepted for a husband, guilty though he +were? Yet I let him die! What do I say? Oh, merciful +heavens, was I not accessory to his death by my supine +insensibility, by my contempt for him, not remembering, or +not willing to remember, that it was for my sake he had +become a traitor and a perjurer? In what am I benefited by +accompanying my son so far, since I now abandon him, and +allow him to depart alone to the baneful climate of Africa? +Oh, I have been base, cowardly, I tell you; I have abjured +my affections, and like all renegades I am of evil omen to +those who surround me!" + +"No, Mercedes," said Monte Cristo, "no; you judge yourself +with too much severity. You are a noble-minded woman, and it +was your grief that disarmed me. Still I was but an agent, +led on by an invisible and offended Deity, who chose not to +withhold the fatal blow that I was destined to hurl. I take +that God to witness, at whose feet I have prostrated myself +daily for the last ten years, that I would have sacrificed +my life to you, and with my life the projects that were +indissolubly linked with it. But -- and I say it with some +pride, Mercedes -- God needed me, and I lived. Examine the +past and the present, and endeavor to dive into futurity, +and then say whether I am not a divine instrument. The most +dreadful misfortunes, the most frightful sufferings, the +abandonment of all those who loved me, the persecution of +those who did not know me, formed the trials of my youth; +when suddenly, from captivity, solitude, misery, I was +restored to light and liberty, and became the possessor of a +fortune so brilliant, so unbounded, so unheard-of, that I +must have been blind not to be conscious that God had +endowed me with it to work out his own great designs. From +that time I looked upon this fortune as something confided +to me for an especial purpose. Not a thought was given to a +life which you once, Mercedes, had the power to render +blissful; not one hour of peaceful calm was mine; but I felt +myself driven on like an exterminating angel. Like +adventurous captains about to embark on some enterprise full +of danger, I laid in my provisions, I loaded my weapons, I +collected every means of attack and defence; I inured my +body to the most violent exercises, my soul to the bitterest +trials; I taught my arm to slay, my eyes to behold +excruciating sufferings, and my mouth to smile at the most +horrid spectacles. Good-natured, confiding, and forgiving as +I had been, I became revengeful, cunning, and wicked, or +rather, immovable as fate. Then I launched out into the path +that was opened to me. I overcame every obstacle, and +reached the goal; but woe to those who stood in my pathway!" + +"Enough," said Mercedes; "enough, Edmond! Believe me, that +she who alone recognized you has been the only one to +comprehend you; and had she crossed your path, and you had +crushed her like glass, still, Edmond, still she must have +admired you! Like the gulf between me and the past, there is +an abyss between you, Edmond, and the rest of mankind; and I +tell you freely that the comparison I draw between you and +other men will ever be one of my greatest tortures. No, +there is nothing in the world to resemble you in worth and +goodness! But we must say farewell, Edmond, and let us +part." + +"Before I leave you, Mercedes, have you no request to make?" +said the count. + +"I desire but one thing in this world, Edmond, -- the +happiness of my son." + +"Pray to the Almighty to spare his life, and I will take +upon myself to promote his happiness." + +"Thank you, Edmond." + +"But have you no request to make for yourself, Mercedes?" + +"For myself I want nothing. I live, as it were, between two +graves. One is that of Edmond Dantes, lost to me long, long +since. He had my love! That word ill becomes my faded lip +now, but it is a memory dear to my heart, and one that I +would not lose for all that the world contains. The other +grave is that of the man who met his death from the hand of +Edmond Dantes. I approve of the deed, but I must pray for +the dead." + +"Your son shall be happy, Mercedes," repeated the count. + +"Then I shall enjoy as much happiness as this world can +possibly confer." + +"But what are your intentions?" + +"To say that I shall live here, like the Mercedes of other +times, gaining my bread by labor, would not be true, nor +would you believe me. I have no longer the strength to do +anything but to spend my days in prayer. However, I shall +have no occasion to work, for the little sum of money buried +by you, and which I found in the place you mentioned, will +be sufficient to maintain me. Rumor will probably be busy +respecting me, my occupations, my manner of living -- that +will signify but little." + +"Mercedes," said the count, "I do not say it to blame you, +but you made an unnecessary sacrifice in relinquishing the +whole of the fortune amassed by M. de Morcerf; half of it at +least by right belonged to you, in virtue of your vigilance +and economy." + +"I perceive what you are intending to propose to me; but I +cannot accept it, Edmond -- my son would not permit it." + +"Nothing shall be done without the full approbation of +Albert de Morcerf. I will make myself acquainted with his +intentions and will submit to them. But if he be willing to +accept my offers, will you oppose them?" + +"You well know, Edmond, that I am no longer a reasoning +creature; I have no will, unless it be the will never to +decide. I have been so overwhelmed by the many storms that +have broken over my head, that I am become passive in the +hands of the Almighty, like a sparrow in the talons of an +eagle. I live, because it is not ordained for me to die. If +succor be sent to me, I will accept it." + +"Ah, madame," said Monte Cristo, "you should not talk thus! +It is not so we should evince our resignation to the will of +heaven; on the contrary, we are all free agents." + +"Alas!" exclaimed Mercedes, "if it were so, if I possessed +free-will, but without the power to render that will +efficacious, it would drive me to despair." Monte Cristo +dropped his head and shrank from the vehemence of her grief. +"Will you not even say you will see me again?" he asked. + +"On the contrary, we shall meet again," said Mercedes, +pointing to heaven with solemnity. "I tell you so to prove +to you that I still hope." And after pressing her own +trembling hand upon that of the count, Mercedes rushed up +the stairs and disappeared. Monte Cristo slowly left the +house and turned towards the quay. But Mercedes did not +witness his departure, although she was seated at the little +window of the room which had been occupied by old Dantes. +Her eyes were straining to see the ship which was carrying +her son over the vast sea; but still her voice involuntarily +murmured softly, "Edmond, Edmond, Edmond!" + + + +Chapter 113 +The Past. + +The count departed with a sad heart from the house in which +he had left Mercedes, probably never to behold her again. +Since the death of little Edward a great change had taken +place in Monte Cristo. Having reached the summit of his +vengeance by a long and tortuous path, he saw an abyss of +doubt yawning before him. More than this, the conversation +which had just taken place between Mercedes and himself had +awakened so many recollections in his heart that he felt it +necessary to combat with them. A man of the count's +temperament could not long indulge in that melancholy which +can exist in common minds, but which destroys superior ones. +He thought he must have made an error in his calculations if +he now found cause to blame himself. + +"I cannot have deceived myself," he said; "I must look upon +the past in a false light. What!" he continued, "can I have +been following a false path? -- can the end which I proposed +be a mistaken end? -- can one hour have sufficed to prove to +an architect that the work upon which he founded all his +hopes was an impossible, if not a sacrilegious, undertaking? +I cannot reconcile myself to this idea -- it would madden +me. The reason why I am now dissatisfied is that I have not +a clear appreciation of the past. The past, like the country +through which we walk, becomes indistinct as we advance. My +position is like that of a person wounded in a dream; he +feels the wound, though he cannot recollect when he received +it. Come, then, thou regenerate man, thou extravagant +prodigal, thou awakened sleeper, thou all-powerful +visionary, thou invincible millionaire, -- once again review +thy past life of starvation and wretchedness, revisit the +scenes where fate and misfortune conducted, and where +despair received thee. Too many diamonds, too much gold and +splendor, are now reflected by the mirror in which Monte +Cristo seeks to behold Dantes. Hide thy diamonds, bury thy +gold, shroud thy splendor, exchange riches for poverty, +liberty for a prison, a living body for a corpse!" As he +thus reasoned, Monte Cristo walked down the Rue de la +Caisserie. It was the same through which, twenty-four years +ago, he had been conducted by a silent and nocturnal guard; +the houses, to-day so smiling and animated, were on that +night dark, mute, and closed. "And yet they were the same," +murmured Monte Cristo, "only now it is broad daylight +instead of night; it is the sun which brightens the place, +and makes it appear so cheerful." + +He proceeded towards the quay by the Rue Saint-Laurent, and +advanced to the Consigne; it was the point where he had +embarked. A pleasure-boat with striped awning was going by. +Monte Cristo called the owner, who immediately rowed up to +him with the eagerness of a boatman hoping for a good fare. +The weather was magnificent, and the excursion a treat. + +The sun, red and flaming, was sinking into the embrace of +the welcoming ocean. The sea, smooth as crystal, was now and +then disturbed by the leaping of fish, which were pursued by +some unseen enemy and sought for safety in another element; +while on the extreme verge of the horizon might be seen the +fishermen's boats, white and graceful as the sea-gull, or +the merchant vessels bound for Corsica or Spain. + +But notwithstanding the serene sky, the gracefully formed +boats, and the golden light in which the whole scene was +bathed, the Count of Monte Cristo, wrapped in his cloak, +could think only of this terrible voyage, the details of +which were one by one recalled to his memory. The solitary +light burning at the Catalans; that first sight of the +Chateau d'If, which told him whither they were leading him; +the struggle with the gendarmes when he wished to throw +himself overboard; his despair when he found himself +vanquished, and the sensation when the muzzle of the carbine +touched his forehead -- all these were brought before him in +vivid and frightful reality. Like the streams which the heat +of the summer has dried up, and which after the autumnal +storms gradually begin oozing drop by drop, so did the count +feel his heart gradually fill with the bitterness which +formerly nearly overwhelmed Edmond Dantes. Clear sky, +swift-flitting boats, and brilliant sunshine disappeared; +the heavens were hung with black, and the gigantic structure +of the Chateau d'If seemed like the phantom of a mortal +enemy. As they reached the shore, the count instinctively +shrunk to the extreme end of the boat, and the owner was +obliged to call out, in his sweetest tone of voice, "Sir, we +are at the landing." + +Monte Cristo remembered that on that very spot, on the same +rock, he had been violently dragged by the guards, who +forced him to ascend the slope at the points of their +bayonets. The journey had seemed very long to Dantes, but +Monte Cristo found it equally short. Each stroke of the oar +seemed to awaken a new throng of ideas, which sprang up with +the flying spray of the sea. + +There had been no prisoners confined in the Chateau d'If +since the revolution of July; it was only inhabited by a +guard, kept there for the prevention of smuggling. A +concierge waited at the door to exhibit to visitors this +monument of curiosity, once a scene of terror. The count +inquired whether any of the ancient jailers were still +there; but they had all been pensioned, or had passed on to +some other employment. The concierge who attended him had +only been there since 1830. He visited his own dungeon. He +again beheld the dull light vainly endeavoring to penetrate +the narrow opening. His eyes rested upon the spot where had +stood his bed, since then removed, and behind the bed the +new stones indicated where the breach made by the Abbe Faria +had been. Monte Cristo felt his limbs tremble; he seated +himself upon a log of wood. + +"Are there any stories connected with this prison besides +the one relating to the poisoning of Mirabeau?" asked the +count; "are there any traditions respecting these dismal +abodes, -- in which it is difficult to believe men can ever +have imprisoned their fellow-creatures?" + +"Yes, sir; indeed, the jailer Antoine told me one connected +with this very dungeon." + +Monte Cristo shuddered; Antoine had been his jailer. He had +almost forgotten his name and face, but at the mention of +the name he recalled his person as he used to see it, the +face encircled by a beard, wearing the brown jacket, the +bunch of keys, the jingling of which he still seemed to +hear. The count turned around, and fancied he saw him in the +corridor, rendered still darker by the torch carried by the +concierge. "Would you like to hear the story, sir?" + +"Yes; relate it," said Monte Cristo, pressing his hand to +his heart to still its violent beatings; he felt afraid of +hearing his own history. + +"This dungeon," said the concierge, "was, it appears, some +time ago occupied by a very dangerous prisoner, the more so +since he was full of industry. Another person was confined +in the Chateau at the same time, but he was not wicked, he +was only a poor mad priest." + +"Ah, indeed? -- mad!" repeated Monte Cristo; "and what was +his mania?" + +"He offered millions to any one who would set him at +liberty." + +Monte Cristo raised his eyes, but he could not see the +heavens; there was a stone veil between him and the +firmament. He thought that there had been no less thick a +veil before the eyes of those to whom Faria offered the +treasures. "Could the prisoners see each other?" he asked. + +"Oh, no, sir, it was expressly forbidden; but they eluded +the vigilance of the guards, and made a passage from one +dungeon to the other." + +"And which of them made this passage?" + +"Oh, it must have been the young man, certainly, for he was +strong and industrious, while the abbe was aged and weak; +besides, his mind was too vacillating to allow him to carry +out an idea." + +"Blind fools!" murmured the count. + +"However, be that as it may, the young man made a tunnel, +how or by what means no one knows; but he made it, and there +is the evidence yet remaining of his work. Do you see it?" +and the man held the torch to the wall. + +"Ah, yes; I see," said the count, in a voice hoarse from +emotion. + +"The result was that the two men communicated with one +another; how long they did so, nobody knows. One day the old +man fell ill and died. Now guess what the young one did?" + +"Tell me." + +"He carried off the corpse, which he placed in his own bed +with its face to the wall; then he entered the empty +dungeon, closed the entrance, and slipped into the sack +which had contained the dead body. Did you ever hear of such +an idea?" Monte Cristo closed his eyes, and seemed again to +experience all the sensations he had felt when the coarse +canvas, yet moist with the cold dews of death, had touched +his face. The jailer continued: "Now this was his project. +He fancied that they buried the dead at the Chateau d'If, +and imagining they would not expend much labor on the grave +of a prisoner, he calculated on raising the earth with his +shoulders, but unfortunately their arrangements at the +Chateau frustrated his projects. They never buried the dead; +they merely attached a heavy cannon-ball to the feet, and +then threw them into the sea. This is what was done. The +young man was thrown from the top of the rock; the corpse +was found on the bed next day, and the whole truth was +guessed, for the men who performed the office then mentioned +what they had not dared to speak of before, that at the +moment the corpse was thrown into the deep, they heard a +shriek, which was almost immediately stifled by the water in +which it disappeared." The count breathed with difficulty; +the cold drops ran down his forehead, and his heart was full +of anguish. + +"No," he muttered, "the doubt I felt was but the +commencement of forgetfulness; but here the wound reopens, +and the heart again thirsts for vengeance. And the +prisoner," he continued aloud, "was he ever heard of +afterwards?" + +"Oh, no; of course not. You can understand that one of two +things must have happened; he must either have fallen flat, +in which case the blow, from a height of ninety feet, must +have killed him instantly, or he must have fallen upright, +and then the weight would have dragged him to the bottom, +where he remained -- poor fellow!" + +"Then you pity him?" said the count. + +"Ma foi, yes; though he was in his own element." + +"What do you mean?" + +"The report was that he had been a naval officer, who had +been confined for plotting with the Bonapartists." + +"Great is truth," muttered the count, "fire cannot burn, nor +water drown it! Thus the poor sailor lives in the +recollection of those who narrate his history; his terrible +story is recited in the chimney-corner, and a shudder is +felt at the description of his transit through the air to be +swallowed by the deep." Then, the count added aloud, "Was +his name ever known?" + +"Oh, yes; but only as No. 34." + +"Oh, Villefort, Villefort," murmured the count, "this scene +must often have haunted thy sleepless hours!" + +"Do you wish to see anything more, sir?" said the concierge. + +"Yes, especially if you will show me the poor abbe's room." + +"Ah -- No. 27." + +"Yes; No. 27." repeated the count, who seemed to hear the +voice of the abbe answering him in those very words through +the wall when asked his name. + +"Come, sir." + +"Wait," said Monte Cristo, "I wish to take one final glance +around this room." + +"This is fortunate," said the guide; "I have forgotten the +other key." + +"Go and fetch it." + +"I will leave you the torch, sir." + +"No, take it away; I can see in the dark." + +"Why, you are like No. 34. They said he was so accustomed to +darkness that he could see a pin in the darkest corner of +his dungeon." + +"He spent fourteen years to arrive at that," muttered the +count. + +The guide carried away the torch. The count had spoken +correctly. Scarcely had a few seconds elapsed, ere he saw +everything as distinctly as by daylight. Then he looked +around him, and really recognized his dungeon. + +"Yes," he said, "there is the stone upon which I used to +sit; there is the impression made by my shoulders on the +wall; there is the mark of my blood made when one day I +dashed my head against the wall. Oh, those figures, how well +I remember them! I made them one day to calculate the age of +my father, that I might know whether I should find him still +living, and that of Mercedes, to know if I should find her +still free. After finishing that calculation, I had a +minute's hope. I did not reckon upon hunger and infidelity!" +and a bitter laugh escaped the count. He saw in fancy the +burial of his father, and the marriage of Mercedes. On the +other side of the dungeon he perceived an inscription, the +white letters of which were still visible on the green wall. +"`O God,'" he read, "`preserve my memory!' Oh, yes," he +cried, "that was my only prayer at last; I no longer begged +for liberty, but memory; I dreaded to become mad and +forgetful. O God, thou hast preserved my memory; I thank +thee, I thank thee!" At this moment the light of the torch +was reflected on the wall; the guide was coming; Monte +Cristo went to meet him. + +"Follow me, sir;" and without ascending the stairs the guide +conducted him by a subterraneous passage to another +entrance. There, again, Monte Cristo was assailed by a +multitude of thoughts. The first thing that met his eye was +the meridian, drawn by the abbe on the wall, by which he +calculated the time; then he saw the remains of the bed on +which the poor prisoner had died. The sight of this, instead +of exciting the anguish experienced by the count in the +dungeon, filled his heart with a soft and grateful +sentiment, and tears fell from his eyes. + +"This is where the mad abbe was kept, sir, and that is where +the young man entered; "and the guide pointed to the +opening, which had remained unclosed. "From the appearance +of the stone," he continued, "a learned gentleman discovered +that the prisoners might have communicated together for ten +years. Poor things! Those must have been ten weary years." + +Dantes took some louis from his pocket, and gave them to the +man who had twice unconsciously pitied him. The guide took +them, thinking them merely a few pieces of little value; but +the light of the torch revealed their true worth. "Sir," he +said, "you have made a mistake; you have given me gold." + +"I know it." The concierge looked upon the count with +surprise. "Sir," he cried, scarcely able to believe his good +fortune -- "sir, I cannot understand your generosity!" + +"Oh, it is very simple, my good fellow; I have been a +sailor, and your story touched me more than it would +others." + +"Then, sir, since you are so liberal, I ought to offer you +something." + +"What have you to offer to me, my friend? Shells? +Straw-work? Thank you!" + +"No, sir, neither of those; something connected with this +story." + +"Really? What is it?" + +"Listen," said the guide; "I said to myself, `Something is +always left in a cell inhabited by one prisoner for fifteen +years,' so I began to sound the wall." + +"Ah," cried Monte Cristo, remembering the abbe's two +hiding-places. + +"After some search, I found that the floor gave a hollow +sound near the head of the bed, and at the hearth." + +"Yes," said the count, "yes." + +"I raised the stones, and found" -- + +"A rope-ladder and some tools?" + +"How do you know that?" asked the guide in astonishment. + +"I do not know -- I only guess it, because that sort of +thing is generally found in prisoners' cells." + +"Yes, sir, a rope-ladder and tools." + +"And have you them yet?" + +"No, sir; I sold them to visitors, who considered them great +curiosities; but I have still something left." + +"What is it?" asked the count, impatiently. + +"A sort of book, written upon strips of cloth." + +"Go and fetch it, my good fellow; and if it be what I hope, +you will do well." + +"I will run for it, sir;" and the guide went out. Then the +count knelt down by the side of the bed, which death had +converted into an altar. "Oh, second father," he exclaimed, +"thou who hast given me liberty, knowledge, riches; thou +who, like beings of a superior order to ourselves, couldst +understand the science of good and evil; if in the depths of +the tomb there still remain something within us which can +respond to the voice of those who are left on earth; if +after death the soul ever revisit the places where we have +lived and suffered, -- then, noble heart, sublime soul, then +I conjure thee by the paternal love thou didst bear me, by +the filial obedience I vowed to thee, grant me some sign, +some revelation! Remove from me the remains of doubt, which, +if it change not to conviction, must become remorse!" The +count bowed his head, and clasped his hands together. + +"Here, sir," said a voice behind him. + +Monte Cristo shuddered, and arose. The concierge held out +the strips of cloth upon which the Abbe Faria had spread the +riches of his mind. The manuscript was the great work by the +Abbe Faria upon the kingdoms of Italy. The count seized it +hastily, his eyes immediately fell upon the epigraph, and he +read, "`Thou shalt tear out the dragons' teeth, and shall +trample the lions under foot, saith the Lord.'" + +"Ah," he exclaimed, "here is my answer. Thanks, father, +thanks." And feeling in his pocket, he took thence a small +pocket-book, which contained ten bank-notes, each of 1,000 +francs. + +"Here," he said, "take this pocket-book." + +"Do you give it to me?" + +"Yes; but only on condition that you will not open it till I +am gone;" and placing in his breast the treasure he had just +found, which was more valuable to him than the richest +jewel, he rushed out of the corridor, and reaching his boat, +cried, "To Marseilles!" Then, as he departed, he fixed his +eyes upon the gloomy prison. "Woe," he cried, "to those who +confined me in that wretched prison; and woe to those who +forgot that I was there!" As he repassed the Catalans, the +count turned around and burying his head in his cloak +murmured the name of a woman. The victory was complete; +twice he had overcome his doubts. The name he pronounced, in +a voice of tenderness, amounting almost to love, was that of +Haidee. + +On landing, the count turned towards the cemetery, where he +felt sure of finding Morrel. He, too, ten years ago, had +piously sought out a tomb, and sought it vainly. He, who +returned to France with millions, had been unable to find +the grave of his father, who had perished from hunger. +Morrel had indeed placed a cross over the spot, but it had +fallen down and the grave-digger had burnt it, as he did all +the old wood in the churchyard. The worthy merchant had been +more fortunate. Dying in the arms of his children, he had +been by them laid by the side of his wife, who had preceded +him in eternity by two years. Two large slabs of marble, on +which were inscribed their names, were placed on either side +of a little enclosure, railed in, and shaded by four +cypress-trees. Morrel was leaning against one of these, +mechanically fixing his eyes on the graves. His grief was so +profound that he was nearly unconscious. "Maximilian," said +the count, "you should not look on the graves, but there;" +and he pointed upwards. + +"The dead are everywhere," said Morrel; "did you not +yourself tell me so as we left Paris?" + +"Maximilian," said the count, "you asked me during the +journey to allow you to remain some days at Marseilles. Do +you still wish to do so?" + +"I have no wishes, count; only I fancy I could pass the time +less painfully here than anywhere else." + +"So much the better, for I must leave you; but I carry your +word with me, do I not?" + +"Ah, count, I shall forget it." + +"No, you will not forget it, because you are a man of honor, +Morrel, because you have taken an oath, and are about to do +so again." + +"Oh, count, have pity upon me. I am so unhappy." + +"I have known a man much more unfortunate than you, Morrel." + +"Impossible!" + +"Alas," said Monte Cristo, "it is the infirmity of our +nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than +those who groan by our sides!" + +"What can be more wretched than the man who has lost all he +loved and desired in the world?" + +"Listen, Morrel, and pay attention to what I am about to +tell you. I knew a man who like you had fixed all his hopes +of happiness upon a woman. He was young, he had an old +father whom he loved, a betrothed bride whom he adored. He +was about to marry her, when one of the caprices of fate, -- +which would almost make us doubt the goodness of providence, +if that providence did not afterwards reveal itself by +proving that all is but a means of conducting to an end, -- +one of those caprices deprived him of his mistress, of the +future of which he had dreamed (for in his blindness he +forgot he could only read the present), and cast him into a +dungeon." + +"Ah," said Morrel, "one quits a dungeon in a week, a month, +or a year." + +"He remained there fourteen years, Morrel," said the count, +placing his hand on the young man's shoulder. Maximilian +shuddered. + +"Fourteen years!" he muttered -- "Fourteen years!" repeated +the count. "During that time he had many moments of despair. +He also, Morrel, like you, considered himself the unhappiest +of men." + +"Well?" asked Morrel. + +"Well, at the height of his despair God assisted him through +human means. At first, perhaps, he did not recognize the +infinite mercy of the Lord, but at last he took patience and +waited. One day he miraculously left the prison, +transformed, rich, powerful. His first cry was for his +father; but that father was dead." + +"My father, too, is dead," said Morrel. + +"Yes; but your father died in your arms, happy, respected, +rich, and full of years; his father died poor, despairing, +almost doubtful of providence; and when his son sought his +grave ten years afterwards, his tomb had disappeared, and no +one could say, `There sleeps the father you so well loved.'" + +"Oh!" exclaimed Morrel. + +"He was, then, a more unhappy son than you, Morrel, for he +could not even find his father's grave." + +"But then he had the woman he loved still remaining?" + +"You are deceived, Morrel, that woman" -- + +"She was dead?" + +"Worse than that, she was faithless, and had married one of +the persecutors of her betrothed. You see, then, Morrel, +that he was a more unhappy lover than you." + +"And has he found consolation?" + +"He has at least found peace." + +"And does he ever expect to be happy?" + +"He hopes so, Maximilian." The young man's head fell on his +breast. + +"You have my promise," he said, after a minute's pause, +extending his hand to Monte Cristo. "Only remember" -- + +"On the 5th of October, Morrel, I shall expect you at the +Island of Monte Cristo. On the 4th a yacht will wait for you +in the port of Bastia, it will be called the Eurus. You will +give your name to the captain, who will bring you to me. It +is understood -- is it not?" + +"But, count, do you remember that the 5th of October" -- + +"Child," replied the count, "not to know the value of a +man's word! I have told you twenty times that if you wish to +die on that day, I will assist you. Morrel, farewell!" + +"Do you leave me?" + +"Yes; I have business in Italy. I leave you alone with your +misfortunes, and with hope, Maximilian." + +"When do you leave?" + +"Immediately; the steamer waits, and in an hour I shall be +far from you. Will you accompany me to the harbor, +Maximilian?" + +"I am entirely yours, count." Morrel accompanied the count +to the harbor. The white steam was ascending like a plume of +feathers from the black chimney. The steamer soon +disappeared, and in an hour afterwards, as the count had +said, was scarcely distinguishable in the horizon amidst the +fogs of the night. + + + +Chapter 114 +Peppino. + +At the same time that the steamer disappeared behind Cape +Morgion, a man travelling post on the road from Florence to +Rome had just passed the little town of Aquapendente. He was +travelling fast enough to cover a great deal of ground +without exciting suspicion. This man was dressed in a +greatcoat, or rather a surtout, a little worse for the +journey, but which exhibited the ribbon of the Legion of +Honor still fresh and brilliant, a decoration which also +ornamented the under coat. He might be recognized, not only +by these signs, but also from the accent with which he spoke +to the postilion, as a Frenchman. Another proof that he was +a native of the universal country was apparent in the fact +of his knowing no other Italian words than the terms used in +music, and which like the "goddam" of Figaro, served all +possible linguistic requirements. "Allegro!" he called out +to the postilions at every ascent. "Moderato!" he cried as +they descended. And heaven knows there are hills enough +between Rome and Florence by the way of Aquapendente! These +two words greatly amused the men to whom they were +addressed. On reaching La Storta, the point from whence Rome +is first visible, the traveller evinced none of the +enthusiastic curiosity which usually leads strangers to +stand up and endeavor to catch sight of the dome of St. +Peter's, which may be seen long before any other object is +distinguishable. No, he merely drew a pocketbook from his +pocket, and took from it a paper folded in four, and after +having examined it in a manner almost reverential, he said +-- "Good! I have it still!" + +The carriage entered by the Porto del Popolo, turned to the +left, and stopped at the Hotel d'Espagne. Old Pastrini, our +former acquaintance, received the traveller at the door, hat +in hand. The traveller alighted, ordered a good dinner, and +inquired the address of the house of Thomson & French, which +was immediately given to him, as it was one of the most +celebrated in Rome. It was situated in the Via dei Banchi, +near St. Peter's. In Rome, as everywhere else, the arrival +of a post-chaise is an event. Ten young descendants of +Marius and the Gracchi, barefooted and out at elbows, with +one hand resting on the hip and the other gracefully curved +above the head, stared at the traveller, the post-chaise, +and the horses; to these were added about fifty little +vagabonds from the Papal States, who earned a pittance by +diving into the Tiber at high water from the bridge of St. +Angelo. Now, as these street Arabs of Rome, more fortunate +than those of Paris, understand every language, more +especially the French, they heard the traveller order an +apartment, a dinner, and finally inquire the way to the +house of Thomson & French. The result was that when the +new-comer left the hotel with the cicerone, a man detached +himself from the rest of the idlers, and without having been +seen by the traveller, and appearing to excite no attention +from the guide, followed the stranger with as much skill as +a Parisian police agent would have used. + +The Frenchman had been so impatient to reach the house of +Thomson & French that he would not wait for the horses to be +harnessed, but left word for the carriage to overtake him on +the road, or to wait for him at the bankers' door. He +reached it before the carriage arrived. The Frenchman +entered, leaving in the anteroom his guide, who immediately +entered into conversation with two or three of the +industrious idlers who are always to be found in Rome at the +doors of banking-houses, churches, museums, or theatres. +With the Frenchman, the man who had followed him entered +too; the Frenchman knocked at the inner door, and entered +the first room; his shadow did the same. + +"Messrs. Thomson & French?" inquired the stranger. + +An attendant arose at a sign from a confidential clerk at +the first desk. "Whom shall I announce?" said the attendant. + +"Baron Danglars." + +"Follow me," said the man. A door opened, through which the +attendant and the baron disappeared. The man who had +followed Danglars sat down on a bench. The clerk continued +to write for the next five minutes; the man preserved +profound silence, and remained perfectly motionless. Then +the pen of the clerk ceased to move over the paper; he +raised his head, and appearing to be perfectly sure of +privacy, -- "Ah, ha," he said, "here you are, Peppino!" + +"Yes," was the laconic reply. "You have found out that there +is something worth having about this large gentleman?" + +"There is no great merit due to me, for we were informed of +it." + +"You know his business here, then." + +"Pardieu, he has come to draw, but I don't know how much!" + +"You will know presently, my friend." + +"Very well, only do not give me false information as you did +the other day." + +"What do you mean? -- of whom do you speak? Was it the +Englishman who carried off 3,000 crowns from here the other +day?" + +"No; he really had 3,000 crowns, and we found them. I mean +the Russian prince, who you said had 30,000 livres, and we +only found 22,000." + +"You must have searched badly." + +"Luigi Vampa himself searched." + +"Indeed? But you must let me make my observations, or the +Frenchman will transact his business without my knowing the +sum." Peppino nodded, and taking a rosary from his pocket +began to mutter a few prayers while the clerk disappeared +through the same door by which Danglars and the attendant +had gone out. At the expiration of ten minutes the clerk +returned with a beaming countenance. "Well?" asked Peppino +of his friend. + +"Joy, joy -- the sum is large!" + +"Five or six millions, is it not?" + +"Yes, you know the amount." + +"On the receipt of the Count of Monte Cristo?" + +"Why, how came you to be so well acquainted with all this?" + +"I told you we were informed beforehand." + +"Then why do you apply to me?" + +"That I may be sure I have the right man." + +"Yes, it is indeed he. Five millions -- a pretty sum, eh, +Peppino?" + +"Hush -- here is our man!" The clerk seized his pen, and +Peppino his beads; one was writing and the other praying +when the door opened. Danglars looked radiant with joy; the +banker accompanied him to the door. Peppino followed +Danglars. + +According to the arrangements, the carriage was waiting at +the door. The guide held the door open. Guides are useful +people, who will turn their hands to anything. Danglars +leaped into the carriage like a young man of twenty. The +cicerone reclosed the door, and sprang up by the side of the +coachman. Peppino mounted the seat behind. + +"Will your excellency visit St. Peter's?" asked the +cicerone. + +"I did not come to Rome to see," said Danglars aloud; then +he added softly, with an avaricious smile, "I came to +touch!" and he rapped his pocket-book, in which he had just +placed a letter. + +"Then your excellency is going" -- + +"To the hotel." + +"Casa Pastrini!" said the cicerone to the coachman, and the +carriage drove rapidly on. Ten minutes afterwards the baron +entered his apartment, and Peppino stationed himself on the +bench outside the door of the hotel, after having whispered +something in the ear of one of the descendants of Marius and +the Gracchi whom we noticed at the beginning of the chapter, +who immediately ran down the road leading to the Capitol at +his fullest speed. Danglars was tired and sleepy; he +therefore went to bed, placing his pocketbook under his +pillow. Peppino had a little spare time, so he had a game of +mora with the facchini, lost three crowns, and then to +console himself drank a bottle of Orvieto. + +The next morning Danglars awoke late, though he went to bed +so early; he had not slept well for five or six nights, even +if he had slept at all. He breakfasted heartily, and caring +little, as he said, for the beauties of the Eternal City, +ordered post-horses at noon. But Danglars had not reckoned +upon the formalities of the police and the idleness of the +posting-master. The horses only arrived at two o'clock, and +the cicerone did not bring the passport till three. All +these preparations had collected a number of idlers round +the door of Signor Pastrini's; the descendants of Marius and +the Gracchi were also not wanting. The baron walked +triumphantly through the crowd, who for the sake of gain +styled him "your excellency." As Danglars had hitherto +contented himself with being called a baron, he felt rather +flattered at the title of excellency, and distributed a +dozen silver coins among the beggars, who were ready, for +twelve more, to call him "your highness." + +"Which road?" asked the postilion in Italian. "The Ancona +road," replied the baron. Signor Pastrini interpreted the +question and answer, and the horses galloped off. Danglars +intended travelling to Venice, where he would receive one +part of his fortune, and then proceeding to Vienna, where he +would find the rest, he meant to take up his residence in +the latter town, which he had been told was a city of +pleasure. + +He had scarcely advanced three leagues out of Rome when +daylight began to disappear. Danglars had not intended +starting so late, or he would have remained; he put his head +out and asked the postilion how long it would be before they +reached the next town. "Non capisco" (do not understand), +was the reply. Danglars bent his head, which he meant to +imply, "Very well." The carriage again moved on. "I will +stop at the first posting-house," said Danglars to himself. + +He still felt the same self-satisfaction which he had +experienced the previous evening, and which had procured him +so good a night's rest. He was luxuriously stretched in a +good English calash, with double springs; he was drawn by +four good horses, at full gallop; he knew the relay to be at +a distance of seven leagues. What subject of meditation +could present itself to the banker, so fortunately become +bankrupt? + +Danglars thought for ten minutes about his wife in Paris; +another ten minutes about his daughter travelling with +Mademoiselle d'Armilly; the same period was given to his +creditors, and the manner in which he intended spending +their money; and then, having no subject left for +contemplation, he shut his eyes, and fell asleep. Now and +then a jolt more violent than the rest caused him to open +his eyes; then he felt that he was still being carried with +great rapidity over the same country, thickly strewn with +broken aqueducts, which looked like granite giants petrified +while running a race. But the night was cold, dull, and +rainy, and it was much more pleasant for a traveller to +remain in the warm carriage than to put his head out of the +window to make inquiries of a postilion whose only answer +was "Non capisco." + +Danglars therefore continued to sleep, saying to himself +that he would be sure to awake at the posting-house. The +carriage stopped. Danglars fancied that they had reached the +long-desired point; he opened his eyes and looked through +the window, expecting to find himself in the midst of some +town, or at least village; but he saw nothing except what +seemed like a ruin, where three or four men went and came +like shadows. Danglars waited a moment, expecting the +postilion to come and demand payment with the termination of +his stage. He intended taking advantage of the opportunity +to make fresh inquiries of the new conductor; but the horses +were unharnessed, and others put in their places, without +any one claiming money from the traveller. Danglars, +astonished, opened the door; but a strong hand pushed him +back, and the carriage rolled on. The baron was completely +roused. "Eh?" he said to the postilion, "eh, mio caro?" + +This was another little piece of Italian the baron had +learned from hearing his daughter sing Italian duets with +Cavalcanti. But mio caro did not reply. Danglars then opened +the window. + +"Come, my friend," he said, thrusting his hand through the +opening, "where are we going?" + +"Dentro la testa!" answered a solemn and imperious voice, +accompanied by a menacing gesture. Danglars thought dentro +la testa meant, "Put in your head!" He was making rapid +progress in Italian. He obeyed, not without some uneasiness, +which, momentarily increasing, caused his mind, instead of +being as unoccupied as it was when he began his journey, to +fill with ideas which were very likely to keep a traveller +awake, more especially one in such a situation as Danglars. +His eyes acquired that quality which in the first moment of +strong emotion enables them to see distinctly, and which +afterwards fails from being too much taxed. Before we are +alarmed, we see correctly; when we are alarmed, we see +double; and when we have been alarmed, we see nothing but +trouble. Danglars observed a man in a cloak galloping at the +right hand of the carriage. + +"Some gendarme!" he exclaimed. "Can I have been intercepted +by French telegrams to the pontifical authorities?" He +resolved to end his anxiety. "Where are you taking me?" he +asked. "Dentro la testa," replied the same voice, with the +same menacing accent. + +Danglars turned to the left; another man on horseback was +galloping on that side. "Decidedly," said Danglars, with the +perspiration on his forehead, "I must be under arrest." And +he threw himself back in the calash, not this time to sleep, +but to think. Directly afterwards the moon rose. He then saw +the great aqueducts, those stone phantoms which he had +before remarked, only then they were on the right hand, now +they were on the left. He understood that they had described +a circle, and were bringing him back to Rome. "Oh, +unfortunate!" he cried, "they must have obtained my arrest." +The carriage continued to roll on with frightful speed. An +hour of terror elapsed, for every spot they passed showed +that they were on the road back. At length he saw a dark +mass, against which it seemed as if the carriage was about +to dash; but the vehicle turned to one side, leaving the +barrier behind and Danglars saw that it was one of the +ramparts encircling Rome. + +"Mon dieu!" cried Danglars, "we are not returning to Rome; +then it is not justice which is pursuing me! Gracious +heavens; another idea presents itself -- what if they should +be" -- + +His hair stood on end. He remembered those interesting +stories, so little believed in Paris, respecting Roman +bandits; he remembered the adventures that Albert de Morcerf +had related when it was intended that he should marry +Mademoiselle Eugenie. "They are robbers, perhaps," he +muttered. Just then the carriage rolled on something harder +than gravel road. Danglars hazarded a look on both sides of +the road, and perceived monuments of a singular form, and +his mind now recalled all the details Morcerf had related, +and comparing them with his own situation, he felt sure that +he must be on the Appian Way. On the left, in a sort of +valley, he perceived a circular excavation. It was +Caracalla's circus. On a word from the man who rode at the +side of the carriage, it stopped. At the same time the door +was opened. "Scendi!" exclaimed a commanding voice. Danglars +instantly descended; although he did not yet speak Italian, +he understood it very well. More dead than alive, he looked +around him. Four men surrounded him, besides the postilion. + +"Di qua," said one of the men, descending a little path +leading out of the Appian Way. Danglars followed his guide +without opposition, and had no occasion to turn around to +see whether the three others were following him. Still it +appeared as though they were stationed at equal distances +from one another, like sentinels. After walking for about +ten minutes, during which Danglars did not exchange a single +word with his guide, he found himself between a hillock and +a clump of high weeds; three men, standing silent, formed a +triangle, of which he was the centre. He wished to speak, +but his tongue refused to move. "Avanti!" said the same +sharp and imperative voice. + +This time Danglars had double reason to understand, for if +the word and gesture had not explained the speaker's +meaning, it was clearly expressed by the man walking behind +him, who pushed him so rudely that he struck against the +guide. This guide was our friend Peppino, who dashed into +the thicket of high weeds, through a path which none but +lizards or polecats could have imagined to be an open road. +Peppino stopped before a pit overhung by thick hedges; the +pit, half open, afforded a passage to the young man, who +disappeared like the evil spirits in the fairy tales. The +voice and gesture of the man who followed Danglars ordered +him to do the same. There was no longer any doubt, the +bankrupt was in the hands of Roman banditti. Danglars +acquitted himself like a man placed between two dangerous +positions, and who is rendered brave by fear. +Notwithstanding his large stomach, certainly not intended to +penetrate the fissures of the Campagna, he slid down like +Peppino, and closing his eyes fell upon his feet. As he +touched the ground, he opened his eyes. The path was wide, +but dark. Peppino, who cared little for being recognized now +that he was in his own territories, struck a light and lit a +torch. Two other men descended after Danglars forming the +rearguard, and pushing Danglars whenever he happened to +stop, they came by a gentle declivity to the intersection of +two corridors. The walls were hollowed out in sepulchres, +one above the other, and which seemed in contrast with the +white stones to open their large dark eyes, like those which +we see on the faces of the dead. A sentinel struck the rings +of his carbine against his left hand. "Who comes there?" he +cried. + +"A friend, a friend!" said Peppino; "but where is the +captain?" + +"There," said the sentinel, pointing over his shoulder to a +spacious crypt, hollowed out of the rock, the lights from +which shone into the passage through the large arched +openings. "Fine spoil, captain, fine spoil!" said Peppino in +Italian, and taking Danglars by the collar of his coat he +dragged him to an opening resembling a door, through which +they entered the apartment which the captain appeared to +have made his dwelling-place. + +"Is this the man?" asked the captain, who was attentively +reading Plutarch's "Life of Alexander." + +"Himself, captain -- himself." + +"Very well, show him to me." At this rather impertinent +order, Peppino raised his torch to the face of Danglars, who +hastily withdrew that he might not have his eyelashes burnt. +His agitated features presented the appearance of pale and +hideous terror. "The man is tired," said the captain, +"conduct him to his bed." + +"Oh," murmured Danglars," that bed is probably one of the +coffins hollowed in the wall, and the sleep I shall enjoy +will be death from one of the poniards I see glistening in +the darkness." + +From their beds of dried leaves or wolf-skins at the back of +the chamber now arose the companions of the man who had been +found by Albert de Morcerf reading "Caesar's Commentaries," +and by Danglars studying the "Life of Alexander." The banker +uttered a groan and followed his guide; he neither +supplicated nor exclaimed. He no longer possessed strength, +will, power, or feeling; he followed where they led him. At +length he found himself at the foot of a staircase, and he +mechanically lifted his foot five or six times. Then a low +door was opened before him, and bending his head to avoid +striking his forehead he entered a small room cut out of the +rock. The cell was clean, though empty, and dry, though +situated at an immeasurable distance under the earth. A bed +of dried grass covered with goat-skins was placed in one +corner. Danglars brightened up on beholding it, fancying +that it gave some promise of safety. "Oh, God be praised," +he said; "it is a real bed!" + +"Ecco!" said the guide, and pushing Danglars into the cell, +he closed the door upon him. A bolt grated and Danglars was +a prisoner. If there had been no bolt, it would have been +impossible for him to pass through the midst of the garrison +who held the catacombs of St. Sebastian, encamped round a +master whom our readers must have recognized as the famous +Luigi Vampa. Danglars, too, had recognized the bandit, whose +existence he would not believe when Albert de Morcerf +mentioned him in Paris; and not only did he recognize him, +but the cell in which Albert had been confined, and which +was probably kept for the accommodation of strangers. These +recollections were dwelt upon with some pleasure by +Danglars, and restored him to some degree of tranquillity. +Since the bandits had not despatched him at once, he felt +that they would not kill him at all. They had arrested him +for the purpose of robbery, and as he had only a few louis +about him, he doubted not he would be ransomed. He +remembered that Morcerf had been taxed at 4,000 crowns, and +as he considered himself of much greater importance than +Morcerf he fixed his own price at 8,000 crowns. Eight +thousand crowns amounted to 48,000 livres; he would then +have about 5,050,000 francs left. With this sum he could +manage to keep out of difficulties. Therefore, tolerably +secure in being able to extricate himself from his position, +provided he were not rated at the unreasonable sum of +5,050,000 francs, he stretched himself on his bed, and after +turning over two or three times, fell asleep with the +tranquillity of the hero whose life Luigi Vampa was +studying. + + + +Chapter 115 +Luigi Vampa's Bill of Fare. + +We awake from every sleep except the one dreaded by +Danglars. He awoke. To a Parisian accustomed to silken +curtains, walls hung with velvet drapery, and the soft +perfume of burning wood, the white smoke of which diffuses +itself in graceful curves around the room, the appearance of +the whitewashed cell which greeted his eyes on awakening +seemed like the continuation of some disagreeable dream. But +in such a situation a single moment suffices to change the +strongest doubt into certainty. "Yes, yes," he murmured, "I +am in the hands of the brigands of whom Albert de Morcerf +spoke." His first idea was to breathe, that he might know +whether he was wounded. He borrowed this from "Don Quixote," +the only book he had ever read, but which he still slightly +remembered. + +"No," he cried, "they have not wounded, but perhaps they +have robbed me!" and he thrust his hands into his pockets. +They were untouched; the hundred louis he had reserved for +his journey from Rome to Venice were in his trousers pocket, +and in that of his great-coat he found the little note-case +containing his letter of credit for 5,050,000 francs. +"Singular bandits!" he exclaimed; "they have left me my +purse and pocket-book. As I was saying last night, they +intend me to be ransomed. Hallo, here is my watch! Let me +see what time it is." Danglars' watch, one of Breguet's +repeaters, which he had carefully wound up on the previous +night, struck half past five. Without this, Danglars would +have been quite ignorant of the time, for daylight did not +reach his cell. Should he demand an explanation from the +bandits, or should he wait patiently for them to propose it? +The last alternative seemed the most prudent, so he waited +until twelve o'clock. During all this time a sentinel, who +had been relieved at eight o'clock, had been watching his +door. Danglars suddenly felt a strong inclination to see the +person who kept watch over him. He had noticed that a few +rays, not of daylight, but from a lamp, penetrated through +the ill-joined planks of the door; he approached just as the +brigand was refreshing himself with a mouthful of brandy, +which, owing to the leathern bottle containing it, sent +forth an odor which was extremely unpleasant to Danglars. +"Faugh!" he exclaimed, retreating to the farther corner of +his cell. + +At twelve this man was replaced by another functionary, and +Danglars, wishing to catch sight of his new guardian, +approached the door again. He was an athletic, gigantic +bandit, with large eyes, thick lips, and a flat nose; his +red hair fell in dishevelled masses like snakes around his +shoulders. "Ah, ha," cried Danglars, "this fellow is more +like an ogre than anything else; however, I am rather too +old and tough to be very good eating!" We see that Danglars +was collected enough to jest; at the same time, as though to +disprove the ogreish propensities, the man took some black +bread, cheese, and onions from his wallet, which he began +devouring voraciously. "May I be hanged," said Danglars, +glancing at the bandit's dinner through the crevices of the +door, -- "may I be hanged if I can understand how people can +eat such filth!" and he withdrew to seat himself upon his +goat-skin, which reminded him of the smell of the brandy. + +But the mysteries of nature are incomprehensible, and there +are certain invitations contained in even the coarsest food +which appeal very irresistibly to a fasting stomach. +Danglars felt his own not to be very well supplied just +then, and gradually the man appeared less ugly, the bread +less black, and the cheese more fresh, while those dreadful +vulgar onions recalled to his mind certain sauces and +side-dishes, which his cook prepared in a very superior +manner whenever he said, "Monsieur Deniseau, let me have a +nice little fricassee to-day." He got up and knocked on the +door; the bandit raised his head. Danglars knew that he was +heard, so he redoubled his blows. "Che cosa?" asked the +bandit. "Come, come," said Danglars, tapping his fingers +against the door, "I think it is quite time to think of +giving me something to eat!" But whether he did not +understand him, or whether he had received no orders +respecting the nourishment of Danglars, the giant, without +answering, went on with his dinner. Danglars' feelings were +hurt, and not wishing to put himself under obligations to +the brute, the banker threw himself down again on his +goat-skin and did not breathe another word. + +Four hours passed by and the giant was replaced by another +bandit. Danglars, who really began to experience sundry +gnawings at the stomach, arose softly, again applied his eye +to the crack of the door, and recognized the intelligent +countenance of his guide. It was, indeed, Peppino who was +preparing to mount guard as comfortably as possible by +seating himself opposite to the door, and placing between +his legs an earthen pan, containing chick-pease stewed with +bacon. Near the pan he also placed a pretty little basket of +Villetri grapes and a flask of Orvieto. Peppino was +decidedly an epicure. Danglars watched these preparations +and his mouth watered. "Come," he said to himself, "let me +try if he will be more tractable than the other;" and he +tapped gently at the door. "On y va," (coming) exclaimed +Peppino, who from frequenting the house of Signor Pastrini +understood French perfectly in all its idioms. + +Danglars immediately recognized him as the man who had +called out in such a furious manner, "Put in your head!" But +this was not the time for recrimination, so he assumed his +most agreeable manner and said with a gracious smile, -- +"Excuse me, sir, but are they not going to give me any +dinner?" + +"Does your excellency happen to be hungry?" + +"Happen to be hungry, -- that's pretty good, when I haven't +eaten for twenty-four hours!" muttered Danglars. Then he +added aloud, "Yes, sir, I am hungry -- very hungry." + +"What would your excellency like?" and Peppino placed his +pan on the ground, so that the steam rose directly under the +nostrils of Danglars. "Give your orders." + +"Have you kitchens here?" + +"Kitchens? -- of course -- complete ones." + +"And cooks?" + +"Excellent!" + +"Well, a fowl, fish, game, -- it signifies little, so that I +eat." + +"As your excellency pleases. You mentioned a fowl, I think?" + +"Yes, a fowl." Peppino, turning around, shouted, "A fowl for +his excellency!" His voice yet echoed in the archway when a +handsome, graceful, and half-naked young man appeared, +bearing a fowl in a silver dish on his head, without the +assistance of his hands. "I could almost believe myself at +the Cafe de Paris," murmured Danglars. + +"Here, your excellency," said Peppino, taking the fowl from +the young bandit and placing it on the worm-eaten table, +which with the stool and the goat-skin bed formed the entire +furniture of the cell. Danglars asked for a knife and fork. +"Here, excellency," said Peppino, offering him a little +blunt knife and a boxwood fork. Danglars took the knife in +one hand and the fork in the other, and was about to cut up +the fowl. "Pardon me, excellency," said Peppino, placing his +hand on the banker's shoulder; "people pay here before they +eat. They might not be satisfied, and" -- + +"Ah, ha," thought Danglars, "this is not so much like Paris, +except that I shall probably be skinned! Never mind, I'll +fix that all right. I have always heard how cheap poultry is +in Italy; I should think a fowl is worth about twelve sous +at Rome. -- There," he said, throwing a louis down. Peppino +picked up the louis, and Danglars again prepared to carve +the fowl. "Stay a moment, your excellency," said Peppino, +rising; "you still owe me something." + +"I said they would skin me," thought Danglars; but resolving +to resist the extortion, he said, "Come, how much do I owe +you for this fowl?" + +"Your excellency has given me a louis on account." + +"A louis on account for a fowl?" + +"Certainly; and your excellency now owes me 4,999 louis." +Danglars opened his enormous eyes on hearing this gigantic +joke. "Come, come, this is very droll -- very amusing -- I +allow; but, as I am very hungry, pray allow me to eat. Stay, +here is another louis for you." + +"Then that will make only 4,998 louis more," said Peppino +with the same indifference. "I shall get them all in time." + +"Oh, as for that," said Danglars, angry at this prolongation +of the jest, -- "as for that you won't get them at all. Go +to the devil! You do not know with whom you have to deal!" +Peppino made a sign, and the youth hastily removed the fowl. +Danglars threw himself upon his goat-skin, and Peppino, +reclosing the door, again began eating his pease and bacon. +Though Danglars could not see Peppino, the noise of his +teeth allowed no doubt as to his occupation. He was +certainly eating, and noisily too, like an ill-bred man. +"Brute!" said Danglars. Peppino pretended not to hear him, +and without even turning his head continued to eat slowly. +Danglars' stomach felt so empty, that it seemed as if it +would be impossible ever to fill it again; still he had +patience for another half-hour, which appeared to him like a +century. He again arose and went to the door. "Come, sir, do +not keep me starving here any longer, but tell me what they +want." + +"Nay, your excellency, it is you who should tell us what you +want. Give your orders, and we will execute them." + +"Then open the door directly." Peppino obeyed. "Now look +here, I want something to eat! To eat -- do you hear?" + +"Are you hungry?" + +"Come, you understand me." + +"What would your excellency like to eat?" + +"A piece of dry bread, since the fowls are beyond all price +in this accursed place." + +"Bread? Very well. Hallo, there, some bread!" he called. The +youth brought a small loaf. "How much?" asked Danglars. + +"Four thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight louis," said +Peppino; "You have paid two louis in advance." + +"What? One hundred thousand francs for a loaf?" + +"One hundred thousand francs," repeated Peppino. + +"But you only asked 100,000 francs for a fowl!" + +"We have a fixed price for all our provisions. It signifies +nothing whether you eat much or little -- whether you have +ten dishes or one -- it is always the same price." + +"What, still keeping up this silly jest? My dear fellow, it +is perfectly ridiculous -- stupid! You had better tell me at +once that you intend starving me to death." + +"Oh, dear, no, your excellency, unless you intend to commit +suicide. Pay and eat." + +"And what am I to pay with, brute?" said Danglars, enraged. +"Do you suppose I carry 100,000 francs in my pocket?" + +"Your excellency has 5,050,000 francs in your pocket; that +will be fifty fowls at 100,000 francs apiece, and half a +fowl for the 50,000." + +Danglars shuddered. The bandage fell from his eyes, and he +understood the joke, which he did not think quite so stupid +as he had done just before. "Come," he said, "if I pay you +the 100,000 francs, will you be satisfied, and allow me to +eat at my ease?" + +"Certainly," said Peppino. + +"But how can I pay them?" + +"Oh, nothing easier; you have an account open with Messrs. +Thomson & French, Via dei Banchi, Rome; give me a draft for +4,998 louis on these gentlemen, and our banker shall take +it." Danglars thought it as well to comply with a good +grace, so he took the pen, ink, and paper Peppino offered +him, wrote the draft, and signed it. "Here," he said, "here +is a draft at sight." + +"And here is your fowl." Danglars sighed while he carved the +fowl; it appeared very thin for the price it had cost. As +for Peppino, he examined the paper attentively, put it into +his pocket, and continued eating his pease. + + + +Chapter 116 +The Pardon. + +The next day Danglars was again hungry; certainly the air of +that dungeon was very provocative of appetite. The prisoner +expected that he would be at no expense that day, for like +an economical man he had concealed half of his fowl and a +piece of the bread in the corner of his cell. But he had no +sooner eaten than he felt thirsty; he had forgotten that. He +struggled against his thirst till his tongue clave to the +roof of his mouth; then, no longer able to resist, he called +out. The sentinel opened the door; it was a new face. He +thought it would be better to transact business with his old +acquaintance, so he sent for Peppino. "Here I am, your +excellency," said Peppino, with an eagerness which Danglars +thought favorable to him. "What do you want?" + +"Something to drink." + +"Your excellency knows that wine is beyond all price near +Rome." + +"Then give me water," cried Danglars, endeavoring to parry +the blow. + +"Oh, water is even more scarce than wine, your excellency, +-- there has been such a drought." + +"Come," thought Danglars, "it is the same old story." And +while he smiled as he attempted to regard the affair as a +joke, he felt his temples get moist with perspiration. + +"Come, my friend," said Danglars, seeing that he made no +impression on Peppino, "you will not refuse me a glass of +wine?" + +"I have already told you that we do not sell at retail." + +"Well, then, let me have a bottle of the least expensive." + +"They are all the same price." + +"And what is that?" + +"Twenty-five thousand francs a bottle." + +"Tell me," cried Danglars, in a tone whose bitterness +Harpagon* alone has been capable of revealing -- "tell the +that you wish to despoil me of all; it will be sooner over +than devouring me piecemeal." + +* The miser in Moliere's comedy of "L'Avare." -- Ed. + +"It is possible such may be the master's intention." + +"The master? -- who is he?" + +"The person to whom you were conducted yesterday." + +"Where is he?" + +"Here." + +"Let me see him." + +"Certainly." And the next moment Luigi Vampa appeared before +Danglars. + +"You sent for me?" he said to the prisoner. + +"Are you, sir, the chief of the people who brought me here?" + +"Yes, your excellency. What then?" + +"How much do you require for my ransom?" + +"Merely the 5,000,000 you have about you." Danglars felt a +dreadful spasm dart through his heart. "But this is all I +have left in the world," he said, "out of an immense +fortune. If you deprive me of that, take away my life also." + +"We are forbidden to shed your blood." + +"And by whom are you forbidden?" + +"By him we obey." + +"You do, then, obey some one?" + +"Yes, a chief." + +"I thought you said you were the chief?" + +"So I am of these men; but there is another over me." + +"And did your superior order you to treat me in this way?" + +"Yes." + +"But my purse will be exhausted." + +"Probably." + +"Come," said Danglars, "will you take a million?" + +"No." + +"Two millions? -- three? -- four? Come, four? I will give +them to you on condition that you let me go." + +"Why do you offer me 4,000,000 for what is worth 5,000,000? +This is a kind of usury, banker, that I do not understand." + +"Take all, then -- take all, I tell you, and kill me!" + +"Come, come, calm yourself. You will excite your blood, and +that would produce an appetite it would require a million a +day to satisfy. Be more economical." + +"But when I have no more money left to pay you?" asked the +infuriated Danglars. + +"Then you must suffer hunger." + +"Suffer hunger?" said Danglars, becoming pale. + +"Most likely," replied Vampa coolly. + +"But you say you do not wish to kill me?" + +"No." + +"And yet you will let me perish with hunger?" + +"Ah, that is a different thing." + +"Well, then, wretches," cried Danglars, "I will defy your +infamous calculations -- I would rather die at once! You may +torture, torment, kill me, but you shall not have my +signature again!" + +"As your excellency pleases," said Vampa, as he left the +cell. Danglars, raving, threw himself on the goat-skin. Who +could these men be? Who was the invisible chief? What could +be his intentions towards him? And why, when every one else +was allowed to be ransomed, might he not also be? Oh, yes; +certainly a speedy, violent death would be a fine means of +deceiving these remorseless enemies, who appeared to pursue +him with such incomprehensible vengeance. But to die? For +the first time in his life, Danglars contemplated death with +a mixture of dread and desire; the time had come when the +implacable spectre, which exists in the mind of every human +creature, arrested his attention and called out with every +pulsation of his heart, "Thou shalt die!" + +Danglars resembled a timid animal excited in the chase; +first it flies, then despairs, and at last, by the very +force of desperation, sometimes succeeds in eluding its +pursuers. Danglars meditated an escape; but the walls were +solid rock, a man was sitting reading at the only outlet to +the cell, and behind that man shapes armed with guns +continually passed. His resolution not to sign lasted two +days, after which he offered a million for some food. They +sent him a magnificent supper, and took his million. + +From this time the prisoner resolved to suffer no longer, +but to have everything he wanted. At the end of twelve days, +after having made a splendid dinner, he reckoned his +accounts, and found that he had only 50,000 francs left. +Then a strange reaction took place; he who had just +abandoned 5,000,000 endeavored to save the 50,000 francs he +had left, and sooner than give them up he resolved to enter +again upon a life of privation -- he was deluded by the +hopefulness that is a premonition of madness. He who for so +long a time had forgotten God, began to think that miracles +were possible -- that the accursed cavern might be +discovered by the officers of the Papal States, who would +release him; that then he would have 50,000 remaining, which +would be sufficient to save him from starvation; and finally +he prayed that this sum might be preserved to him, and as he +prayed he wept. Three days passed thus, during which his +prayers were frequent, if not heartfelt. Sometimes he was +delirious, and fancied he saw an old man stretched on a +pallet; he, also, was dying of hunger. + +On the fourth, he was no longer a man, but a living corpse. +He had picked up every crumb that had been left from his +former meals, and was beginning to eat the matting which +covered the floor of his cell. Then he entreated Peppino, as +he would a guardian angel, to give him food; he offered him +1,000 francs for a mouthful of bread. But Peppino did not +answer. On the fifth day he dragged himself to the door of +the cell. + +"Are you not a Christian?" he said, falling on his knees. +"Do you wish to assassinate a man who, in the eyes of +heaven, is a brother? Oh, my former friends, my former +friends!" he murmured, and fell with his face to the ground. +Then rising in despair, he exclaimed, "The chief, the +chief!" + +"Here I am," said Vampa, instantly appearing; "what do you +want?" + +"Take my last gold," muttered Danglars, holding out his +pocket-book, "and let me live here; I ask no more for +liberty -- I only ask to live!" + +"Then you suffer a great deal?" + +"Oh, yes, yes, cruelly!" + +"Still, there have been men who suffered more than you." + +"I do not think so." + +"Yes; those who have died of hunger." + +Danglars thought of the old man whom, in his hours of +delirium, he had seen groaning on his bed. He struck his +forehead on the ground and groaned. "Yes," he said, "there +have been some who have suffered more than I have, but then +they must have been martyrs at least." + +"Do you repent?" asked a deep, solemn voice, which caused +Danglars' hair to stand on end. His feeble eyes endeavored +to distinguish objects, and behind the bandit he saw a man +enveloped in a cloak, half lost in the shadow of a stone +column. + +"Of what must I repent?" stammered Danglars. + +"Of the evil you have done," said the voice. + +"Oh, yes; oh, yes, I do indeed repent." And he struck his +breast with his emaciated fist. + +"Then I forgive you," said the man, dropping his cloak, and +advancing to the light. + +"The Count of Monte Cristo!" said Danglars, more pale from +terror than he had been just before from hunger and misery. + +"You are mistaken -- I am not the Count of Monte Cristo." + +"Then who are you?" + +"I am he whom you sold and dishonored -- I am he whose +betrothed you prostituted -- I am he upon whom you trampled +that you might raise yourself to fortune -- I am he whose +father you condemned to die of hunger -- I am he whom you +also condemned to starvation, and who yet forgives you, +because he hopes to be forgiven -- I am Edmond Dantes!" +Danglars uttered a cry, and fell prostrate. "Rise," said the +count, "your life is safe; the same good fortune has not +happened to your accomplices -- one is mad, the other dead. +Keep the 50,000 francs you have left -- I give them to you. +The 5,000,000 you stole from the hospitals has been restored +to them by an unknown hand. And now eat and drink; I will +entertain you to-night. Vampa, when this man is satisfied, +let him be free." Danglars remained prostrate while the +count withdrew; when he raised his head he saw disappearing +down the passage nothing but a shadow, before which the +bandits bowed. According to the count's directions, Danglars +was waited on by Vampa, who brought him the best wine and +fruits of Italy; then, having conducted him to the road, and +pointed to the post-chaise, left him leaning against a tree. +He remained there all night, not knowing where he was. When +daylight dawned he saw that he was near a stream; he was +thirsty, and dragged himself towards it. As he stooped down +to drink, he saw that his hair had become entirely white. + + + +Chapter 117 +The Fifth of October. + +It was about six o'clock in the evening; an opal-colored +light, through which an autumnal sun shed its golden rays, +descended on the blue ocean. The heat of the day had +gradually decreased, and a light breeze arose, seeming like +the respiration of nature on awakening from the burning +siesta of the south. A delicious zephyr played along the +coasts of the Mediterranean, and wafted from shore to shore +the sweet perfume of plants, mingled with the fresh smell of +the sea. + +A light yacht, chaste and elegant in its form, was gliding +amidst the first dews of night over the immense lake, +extending from Gibraltar to the Dardanelles, and from Tunis +to Venice. The vessel resembled a swan with its wings opened +towards the wind, gliding on the water. It advanced swiftly +and gracefully, leaving behind it a glittering stretch of +foam. By degrees the sun disappeared behind the western +horizon; but as though to prove the truth of the fanciful +ideas in heathen mythology, its indiscreet rays reappeared +on the summit of every wave, as if the god of fire had just +sunk upon the bosom of Amphitrite, who in vain endeavored to +hide her lover beneath her azure mantle. The yacht moved +rapidly on, though there did not appear to be sufficient +wind to ruffle the curls on the head of a young girl. +Standing on the prow was a tall man, of a dark complexion, +who saw with dilating eyes that they were approaching a dark +mass of land in the shape of a cone, which rose from the +midst of the waves like the hat of a Catalan. "Is that Monte +Cristo?" asked the traveller, to whose orders the yacht was +for the time submitted, in a melancholy voice. + +"Yes, your excellency," said the captain, "we have reached +it." + +"We have reached it!" repeated the traveller in an accent of +indescribable sadness. Then he added, in a low tone, "Yes; +that is the haven." And then he again plunged into a train +of thought, the character of which was better revealed by a +sad smile, than it would have been by tears. A few minutes +afterwards a flash of light, which was extinguished +instantly, was seen on the land, and the sound of firearms +reached the yacht. + +"Your excellency," said the captain, "that was the land +signal, will you answer yourself?" + +"What signal?" The captain pointed towards the island, up +the side of which ascended a volume of smoke, increasing as +it rose. "Ah, yes," he said, as if awaking from a dream. +"Give it to me." + +The captain gave him a loaded carbine; the traveller slowly +raised it, and fired in the air. Ten minutes afterwards, the +sails were furled, and they cast anchor about a hundred +fathoms from the little harbor. The gig was already lowered, +and in it were four oarsmen and a coxswain. The traveller +descended, and instead of sitting down at the stern of the +boat, which had been decorated with a blue carpet for his +accommodation, stood up with his arms crossed. The rowers +waited, their oars half lifted out of the water, like birds +drying their wings. + +"Give way," said the traveller. The eight oars fell into the +sea simultaneously without splashing a drop of water, and +the boat, yielding to the impulsion, glided forward. In an +instant they found themselves in a little harbor, formed in +a natural creek; the boat grounded on the fine sand. + +"Will your excellency be so good as to mount the shoulders +of two of our men, they will carry you ashore?" The young +man answered this invitation with a gesture of indifference, +and stepped out of the boat; the sea immediately rose to his +waist. "Ah, your excellency," murmured the pilot, "you +should not have done so; our master will scold us for it." +The young man continued to advance, following the sailors, +who chose a firm footing. Thirty strides brought them to dry +land; the young man stamped on the ground to shake off the +wet, and looked around for some one to show him his road, +for it was quite dark. Just as he turned, a hand rested on +his shoulder, and a voice which made him shudder exclaimed, +-- "Good-evening, Maximilian; you are punctual, thank you!" + +"Ah, is it you, count?" said the young man, in an almost +joyful accent, pressing Monte Cristo's hand with both his +own. + +"Yes; you see I am as exact as you are. But you are +dripping, my dear fellow; you must change your clothes, as +Calypso said to Telemachus. Come, I have a habitation +prepared for you in which you will soon forget fatigue and +cold." Monte Cristo perceived that the young man had turned +around; indeed, Morrel saw with surprise that the men who +had brought him had left without being paid, or uttering a +word. Already the sound of their oars might be heard as they +returned to the yacht. + +"Oh, yes," said the count, "you are looking for the +sailors." + +"Yes, I paid them nothing, and yet they are gone." + +"Never mind that, Maximilian," said Monte Cristo, smiling. +"I have made an agreement with the navy, that the access to +my island shall be free of all charge. I have made a +bargain." Morrel looked at the count with surprise. "Count," +he said, "you are not the same here as in Paris." + +"How so?" + +"Here you laugh." The count's brow became clouded. "You are +right to recall me to myself, Maximilian," he said; "I was +delighted to see you again, and forgot for the moment that +all happiness is fleeting." + +"Oh, no, no, count," cried Maximilian, seizing the count's +hands, "pray laugh; be happy, and prove to me, by your +indifference, that life is endurable to sufferers. Oh, how +charitable, kind, and good you are; you affect this gayety +to inspire me with courage." + +"You are wrong, Morrel; I was really happy." + +"Then you forget me, so much the better." + +"How so?" + +"Yes; for as the gladiator said to the emperor, when he +entered the arena, `He who is about to die salutes you.'" + +"Then you are not consoled?" asked the count, surprised. + +"Oh," exclaimed Morrel, with a glance full of bitter +reproach, "do you think it possible that I could be?" + +"Listen," said the count. "Do you understand the meaning of +my words? You cannot take me for a commonplace man, a mere +rattle, emitting a vague and senseless noise. When I ask you +if you are consoled, I speak to you as a man for whom the +human heart has no secrets. Well, Morrel, let us both +examine the depths of your heart. Do you still feel the same +feverish impatience of grief which made you start like a +wounded lion? Have you still that devouring thirst which can +only be appeased in the grave? Are you still actuated by the +regret which drags the living to the pursuit of death; or +are you only suffering from the prostration of fatigue and +the weariness of hope deferred? Has the loss of memory +rendered it impossible for you to weep? Oh, my dear friend, +if this be the case, -- if you can no longer weep, if your +frozen heart be dead, if you put all your trust in God, +then, Maximilian, you are consoled -- do not complain." + +"Count," said Morrel, in a firm and at the same time soft +voice, "listen to me, as to a man whose thoughts are raised +to heaven, though he remains on earth; I come to die in the +arms of a friend. Certainly, there are people whom I love. I +love my sister Julie, -- I love her husband Emmanuel; but I +require a strong mind to smile on my last moments. My sister +would be bathed in tears and fainting; I could not bear to +see her suffer. Emmanuel would tear the weapon from my hand, +and alarm the house with his cries. You, count, who are more +than mortal, will, I am sure, lead me to death by a pleasant +path, will you not?" + +"My friend," said the count, "I have still one doubt, -- are +you weak enough to pride yourself upon your sufferings?" + +"No, indeed, -- I am calm," said Morrel, giving his hand to +the count; "my pulse does not beat slower or faster than +usual. No, I feel that I have reached the goal, and I will +go no farther. You told me to wait and hope; do you know +what you did, unfortunate adviser? I waited a month, or +rather I suffered for a month! I did hope (man is a poor +wretched creature), I did hope. What I cannot tell, -- +something wonderful, an absurdity, a miracle, -- of what +nature he alone can tell who has mingled with our reason +that folly we call hope. Yes, I did wait -- yes, I did hope, +count, and during this quarter of an hour we have been +talking together, you have unconsciously wounded, tortured +my heart, for every word you have uttered proved that there +was no hope for me. Oh, count, I shall sleep calmly, +deliciously in the arms of death." Morrel uttered these +words with an energy which made the count shudder. "My +friend," continued Morrel, "you named the fifth of October +as the end of the period of waiting, -- to-day is the fifth +of October," he took out his watch, "it is now nine o'clock, +-- I have yet three hours to live." + +"Be it so," said the count, "come." Morrel mechanically +followed the count, and they had entered the grotto before +he perceived it. He felt a carpet under his feet, a door +opened, perfumes surrounded him, and a brilliant light +dazzled his eyes. Morrel hesitated to advance; he dreaded +the enervating effect of all that he saw. Monte Cristo drew +him in gently. "Why should we not spend the last three hours +remaining to us of life, like those ancient Romans, who when +condemned by Nero, their emperor and heir, sat down at a +table covered with flowers, and gently glided into death, +amid the perfume of heliotropes and roses?" Morrel smiled. +"As you please," he said; "death is always death, -- that is +forgetfulness, repose, exclusion from life, and therefore +from grief." He sat down, and Monte Cristo placed himself +opposite to him. They were in the marvellous dining-room +before described, where the statues had baskets on their +heads always filled with fruits and flowers. Morrel had +looked carelessly around, and had probably noticed nothing. + +"Let us talk like men," he said, looking at the count. + +"Go on!" + +"Count," said Morrel, "you are the epitome of all human +knowledge, and you seem like a being descended from a wiser +and more advanced world than ours." + +"There is something true in what you say," said the count, +with that smile which made him so handsome; "I have +descended from a planet called grief." + +"I believe all you tell me without questioning its meaning; +for instance, you told me to live, and I did live; you told +me to hope, and I almost did so. I am almost inclined to ask +you, as though you had experienced death, `is it painful to +die?'" + +Monte Cristo looked upon Morrel with indescribable +tenderness. "Yes," he said, "yes, doubtless it is painful, +if you violently break the outer covering which obstinately +begs for life. If you plunge a dagger into your flesh, if +you insinuate a bullet into your brain, which the least +shock disorders, -- then certainly, you will suffer pain, +and you will repent quitting a life for a repose you have +bought at so dear a price." + +"Yes; I know that there is a secret of luxury and pain in +death, as well as in life; the only thing is to understand +it." + +"You have spoken truly, Maximilian; according to the care we +bestow upon it, death is either a friend who rocks us gently +as a nurse, or an enemy who violently drags the soul from +the body. Some day, when the world is much older, and when +mankind will be masters of all the destructive powers in +nature, to serve for the general good of humanity; when +mankind, as you were just saying, have discovered the +secrets of death, then that death will become as sweet and +voluptuous as a slumber in the arms of your beloved." + +"And if you wished to die, you would choose this death, +count?" + +"Yes." + +Morrel extended his hand. "Now I understand," he said, "why +you had me brought here to this desolate spot, in the midst +of the ocean, to this subterranean palace; it was because +you loved me, was it not, count? It was because you loved me +well enough to give me one of those sweet means of death of +which we were speaking; a death without agony, a death which +allows me to fade away while pronouncing Valentine's name +and pressing your hand." + +"Yes, you have guessed rightly, Morrel," said the count, +"that is what I intended." + +"Thanks; the idea that tomorrow I shall no longer suffer, is +sweet to my heart." + +"Do you then regret nothing?" + +"No," replied Morrel. + +"Not even me?" asked the count with deep emotion. Morrel's +clear eye was for the moment clouded, then it shone with +unusual lustre, and a large tear rolled down his cheek. + +"What," said the count, "do you still regret anything in the +world, and yet die?" + +"Oh, I entreat you," exclaimed Morrel in a low voice, "do +not speak another word, count; do not prolong my +punishment." The count fancied that he was yielding, and +this belief revived the horrible doubt that had overwhelmed +him at the Chateau d'If. "I am endeavoring," he thought, "to +make this man happy; I look upon this restitution as a +weight thrown into the scale to balance the evil I have +wrought. Now, supposing I am deceived, supposing this man +has not been unhappy enough to merit happiness. Alas, what +would become of me who can only atone for evil by doing +good?" Then he said aloud: "Listen, Morrel, I see your grief +is great, but still you do not like to risk your soul." +Morrel smiled sadly. "Count," he said, "I swear to you my +soul is no longer my own." + +"Maximilian, you know I have no relation in the world. I +have accustomed myself to regard you as my son: well, then, +to save my son, I will sacrifice my life, nay, even my +fortune." + +"What do you mean?" + +"I mean, that you wish to quit life because you do not +understand all the enjoyments which are the fruits of a +large fortune. Morrel, I possess nearly a hundred millions +and I give them to you; with such a fortune you can attain +every wish. Are you ambitions? Every career is open to you. +Overturn the world, change its character, yield to mad +ideas, be even criminal -- but live." + +"Count, I have your word," said Morrel coldly; then taking +out his watch, he added, "It is half-past eleven." + +"Morrel, can you intend it in my house, under my very eyes?" + +"Then let me go," said Maximilian, "or I shall think you did +not love me for my own sake, but for yours; "and he arose. + +"It is well," said Monte Cristo whose countenance brightened +at these words; "you wish -- you are inflexible. Yes, as you +said, you are indeed wretched and a miracle alone can cure +you. Sit down, Morrel, and wait." + +Morrel obeyed; the count arose, and unlocking a closet with +a key suspended from his gold chain, took from it a little +silver casket, beautifully carved and chased, the corners of +which represented four bending figures, similar to the +Caryatides, the forms of women, symbols of the angels +aspiring to heaven. He placed the casket on the table; then +opening it took out a little golden box, the top of which +flew open when touched by a secret spring. This box +contained an unctuous substance partly solid, of which it +was impossible to discover the color, owing to the +reflection of the polished gold, sapphires, rubies, +emeralds, which ornamented the box. It was a mixed mass of +blue, red, and gold. The count took out a small quantity of +this with a gilt spoon, and offered it to Morrel, fixing a +long steadfast glance upon him. It was then observable that +the substance was greenish. + +"This is what you asked for," he said, "and what I promised +to give you." + +"I thank you from the depths of my heart," said the young +man, taking the spoon from the hands of Monte Cristo. The +count took another spoon, and again dipped it into the +golden box. "What are you going to do, my friend?" asked +Morrel, arresting his hand. + +"Well, the fact is, Morrel, I was thinking that I too am +weary of life, and since an opportunity presents itself" -- + +"Stay!" said the young man. "You who love, and are beloved; +you, who have faith and hope, -- oh, do not follow my +example. In your case it would be a crime. Adieu, my noble +and generous friend, adieu; I will go and tell Valentine +what you have done for me." And slowly, though without any +hesitation, only waiting to press the count's hand +fervently, he swallowed the mysterious substance offered by +Monte Cristo. Then they were both silent. Ali, mute and +attentive, brought the pipes and coffee, and disappeared. By +degrees, the light of the lamps gradually faded in the hands +of the marble statues which held them, and the perfumes +appeared less powerful to Morrel. Seated opposite to him, +Monte Cristo watched him in the shadow, and Morrel saw +nothing but the bright eyes of the count. An overpowering +sadness took possession of the young man, his hands relaxed +their hold, the objects in the room gradually lost their +form and color, and his disturbed vision seemed to perceive +doors and curtains open in the walls. + +"Friend," he cried, "I feel that I am dying; thanks!" He +made a last effort to extend his hand, but it fell powerless +beside him. Then it appeared to him that Monte Cristo +smiled, not with the strange and fearful expression which +had sometimes revealed to him the secrets of his heart, but +with the benevolent kindness of a father for a child. At the +same time the count appeared to increase in stature, his +form, nearly double its usual height, stood out in relief +against the red tapestry, his black hair was thrown back, +and he stood in the attitude of an avenging angel. Morrel, +overpowered, turned around in the arm-chair; a delicious +torpor permeated every vein. A change of ideas presented +themselves to his brain, like a new design on the +kaleidoscope. Enervated, prostrate, and breathless, he +became unconscious of outward objects; he seemed to be +entering that vague delirium preceding death. He wished once +again to press the count's hand, but his own was immovable. +He wished to articulate a last farewell, but his tongue lay +motionless and heavy in his throat, like a stone at the +mouth of a sepulchre. Involuntarily his languid eyes closed, +and still through his eyelashes a well-known form seemed to +move amid the obscurity with which he thought himself +enveloped. + +The count had just opened a door. Immediately a brilliant +light from the next room, or rather from the palace +adjoining, shone upon the room in which he was gently +gliding into his last sleep. Then he saw a woman of +marvellous beauty appear on the threshold of the door +separating the two rooms. Pale, and sweetly smiling, she +looked like an angel of mercy conjuring the angel of +vengeance. "Is it heaven that opens before me?" thought the +dying man; "that angel resembles the one I have lost." Monte +Cristo pointed out Morrel to the young woman, who advanced +towards him with clasped hands and a smile upon her lips. + +"Valentine, Valentine!" he mentally ejaculated; but his lips +uttered no sound, and as though all his strength were +centred in that internal emotion, he sighed and closed his +eyes. Valentine rushed towards him; his lips again moved. + +"He is calling you," said the count; "he to whom you have +confided your destiny -- he from whom death would have +separated you, calls you to him. Happily, I vanquished +death. Henceforth, Valentine, you will never again be +separated on earth, since he has rushed into death to find +you. Without me, you would both have died. May God accept my +atonement in the preservation of these two existences!" + +Valentine seized the count's hand, and in her irresistible +impulse of joy carried it to her lips. + +"Oh, thank me again!" said the count; "tell me till you are +weary, that I have restored you to happiness; you do not +know how much I require this assurance." + +"Oh, yes, yes, I thank you with all my heart," said +Valentine; "and if you doubt the sincerity of my gratitude, +oh, then, ask Haidee! ask my beloved sister Haidee, who ever +since our departure from France, has caused me to wait +patiently for this happy day, while talking to me of you." + +"You then love Haidee?" asked Monte Cristo with an emotion +he in vain endeavored to dissimulate. + +"Oh, yes, with all my soul." + +"Well, then, listen, Valentine," said the count; "I have a +favor to ask of you." + +"Of me? Oh, am I happy enough for that?" + +"Yes; you have called Haidee your sister, -- let her become +so indeed, Valentine; render her all the gratitude you fancy +that you owe to me; protect her, for" (the count's voice was +thick with emotion) "henceforth she will be alone in the +world." + +"Alone in the world!" repeated a voice behind the count, +"and why?" + +Monte Cristo turned around; Haidee was standing pale, +motionless, looking at the count with an expression of +fearful amazement. + +"Because to-morrow, Haidee, you will be free; you will then +assume your proper position in society, for I will not allow +my destiny to overshadow yours. Daughter of a prince, I +restore to you the riches and name of your father." + +Haidee became pale, and lifting her transparent hands to +heaven, exclaimed in a voice stifled with tears, "Then you +leave me, my lord?" + +"Haidee, Haidee, you are young and beautiful; forget even my +name, and be happy." + +"It is well," said Haidee; "your order shall be executed, my +lord; I will forget even your name, and be happy." And she +stepped back to retire. + +"Oh, heavens," exclaimed Valentine, who was supporting the +head of Morrel on her shoulder, "do you not see how pale she +is? Do you not see how she suffers?" + +Haidee answered with a heartrending expression, "Why should +he understand this, my sister? He is my master, and I am his +slave; he has the right to notice nothing." + +The count shuddered at the tones of a voice which penetrated +the inmost recesses of his heart; his eyes met those of the +young girl and he could not bear their brilliancy. "Oh, +heavens," exclaimed Monte Cristo, "can my suspicions be +correct? Haidee, would it please you not to leave me?" + +"I am young," gently replied Haidee; "I love the life you +have made so sweet to me, and I should be sorry to die." + +"You mean, then, that if I leave you, Haidee" -- + +"I should die; yes, my lord." + +"Do you then love me?" + +"Oh, Valentine, he asks if I love him. Valentine, tell him +if you love Maximilian." The count felt his heart dilate and +throb; he opened his arms, and Haidee, uttering a cry, +sprang into them. "Oh, yes," she cried, "I do love you! I +love you as one loves a father, brother, husband! I love you +as my life, for you are the best, the noblest of created +beings!" + +"Let it be, then, as you wish, sweet angel; God has +sustained me in my struggle with my enemies, and has given +me this reward; he will not let me end my triumph in +suffering; I wished to punish myself, but he has pardoned +me. Love me then, Haidee! Who knows? perhaps your love will +make me forget all that I do not wish to remember." + +"What do you mean, my lord?" + +"I mean that one word from you has enlightened me more than +twenty years of slow experience; I have but you in the +world, Haidee; through you I again take hold on life, +through you I shall suffer, through you rejoice." + +"Do you hear him, Valentine?" exclaimed Haidee; "he says +that through me he will suffer -- through me, who would +yield my life for his." The count withdrew for a moment. +"Have I discovered the truth?" he said; "but whether it be +for recompense or punishment, I accept my fate. Come, +Haidee, come!" and throwing his arm around the young girl's +waist, he pressed the hand of Valentine, and disappeared. + +An hour had nearly passed, during which Valentine, +breathless and motionless, watched steadfastly over Morrel. +At length she felt his heart beat, a faint breath played +upon his lips, a slight shudder, announcing the return of +life, passed through the young man's frame. At length his +eyes opened, but they were at first fixed and +expressionless; then sight returned, and with it feeling and +grief. "Oh," he cried, in an accent of despair, "the count +has deceived me; I am yet living; "and extending his hand +towards the table, he seized a knife. + +"Dearest," exclaimed Valentine, with her adorable smile, +"awake, and look at me!" Morrel uttered a loud exclamation, +and frantic, doubtful, dazzled, as though by a celestial +vision, he fell upon his knees. + +The next morning at daybreak, Valentine and Morrel were +walking arm-in-arm on the sea-shore, Valentine relating how +Monte Cristo had appeared in her room, explained everything, +revealed the crime, and, finally, how he had saved her life +by enabling her to simulate death. They had found the door +of the grotto opened, and gone forth; on the azure dome of +heaven still glittered a few remaining stars. Morrel soon +perceived a man standing among the rocks, apparently +awaiting a sign from them to advance, and pointed him out to +Valentine. "Ah, it is Jacopo," she said, "the captain of the +yacht; "and she beckoned him towards them. + +"Do you wish to speak to us?" asked Morrel. + +"I have a letter to give you from the count." + +"From the count!" murmured the two young people. + +"Yes; read it." Morrel opened the letter, and read: -- + +"My Dear Maximilian, -- + +"There is a felucca for you at anchor. Jacopo will carry you +to Leghorn, where Monsieur Noirtier awaits his +granddaughter, whom he wishes to bless before you lead her +to the altar. All that is in this grotto, my friend, my +house in the Champs Elysees, and my chateau at Treport, are +the marriage gifts bestowed by Edmond Dantes upon the son of +his old master, Morrel. Mademoiselle de Villefort will share +them with you; for I entreat her to give to the poor the +immense fortune reverting to her from her father, now a +madman, and her brother who died last September with his +mother. Tell the angel who will watch over your future +destiny, Morrel, to pray sometimes for a man, who like Satan +thought himself for an instant equal to God, but who now +acknowledges with Christian humility that God alone +possesses supreme power and infinite wisdom. Perhaps those +prayers may soften the remorse he feels in his heart. As for +you, Morrel, this is the secret of my conduct towards you. +There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is +only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. +He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience +supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, +Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of living. + +"Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and +never forget that until the day when God shall deign to +reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is summed up in +these two words, -- `Wait and hope.' Your friend, + +"Edmond Dantes, Count of Monte Cristo." + +During the perusal of this letter, which informed Valentine +for the first time of the madness of her father and the +death of her brother, she became pale, a heavy sigh escaped +from her bosom, and tears, not the less painful because they +were silent, ran down her cheeks; her happiness cost her +very dear. Morrel looked around uneasily. "But," he said, +"the count's generosity is too overwhelming; Valentine will +be satisfied with my humble fortune. Where is the count, +friend? Lead me to him." Jacopo pointed towards the horizon. +"What do you mean?" asked Valentine. "Where is the count? -- +where is Haidee?" + +"Look!" said Jacopo. + +The eyes of both were fixed upon the spot indicated by the +sailor, and on the blue line separating the sky from the +Mediterranean Sea, they perceived a large white sail. +"Gone," said Morrel; "gone! -- adieu, my friend -- adieu, my +father!" + +"Gone," murmured Valentine; "adieu, my sweet Haidee -- +adieu, my sister!" + +"Who can say whether we shall ever see them again?" said +Morrel with tearful eyes. + +"Darling," replied Valentine, "has not the count just told +us that all human wisdom is summed up in two words? -- `Wait +and hope.'" + + + + + +End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of The Count of Monte Cristo by Dumas + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/ImageViewer/ImageViewer.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/ImageViewer/ImageViewer.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..514deaa --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/ImageViewer/ImageViewer.java" @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +import java.awt.*; +import java.io.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A program for viewing images. + * @version 1.31 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ImageViewer +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new ImageViewerFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ImageViewer"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * A frame with a label to show an image. + */ +class ImageViewerFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 400; + + public ImageViewerFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + // use a label to display the images + var label = new JLabel(); + add(label); + + // set up the file chooser + var chooser = new JFileChooser(); + chooser.setCurrentDirectory(new File(".")); + + // set up the menu bar + var menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + + var menu = new JMenu("File"); + menuBar.add(menu); + + var openItem = new JMenuItem("Open"); + menu.add(openItem); + openItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + // show file chooser dialog + int result = chooser.showOpenDialog(null); + + // if file selected, set it as icon of the label + if (result == JFileChooser.APPROVE_OPTION) + { + String name = chooser.getSelectedFile().getPath(); + label.setIcon(new ImageIcon(name)); + } + }); + + var exitItem = new JMenuItem("Exit"); + menu.add(exitItem); + exitItem.addActionListener(event -> System.exit(0)); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/ImageViewer/cay.jpg" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/ImageViewer/cay.jpg" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a84947f Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/ImageViewer/cay.jpg" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/ImageViewer/cup.png" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/ImageViewer/cup.png" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f5273e9 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/ImageViewer/cup.png" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/ImageViewer/duke.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/ImageViewer/duke.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..94d85c2 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/ImageViewer/duke.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/Welcome/Welcome.iml" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/Welcome/Welcome.iml" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b107a2d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/Welcome/Welcome.iml" @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/Welcome/Welcome.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/Welcome/Welcome.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..20749b7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch02/Welcome/Welcome.java" @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +/** + * This program displays a greeting for the reader. + * @version 1.30 2014-02-27 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Welcome +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + String greeting = "Welcome to Core Java!"; + System.out.println(greeting); + for (int i = 0; i < greeting.length(); i++) + System.out.print("="); + System.out.println(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/BigIntegerTest/BigIntegerTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/BigIntegerTest/BigIntegerTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a4d4e2 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/BigIntegerTest/BigIntegerTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,34 @@ +import java.math.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program uses big numbers to compute the odds of winning the grand prize in a lottery. + * @version 1.21 2021-09-03 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class BigIntegerTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + Scanner in = new Scanner(System.in); + + System.out.print("How many numbers do you need to draw? "); + int k = in.nextInt(); + + System.out.print("What is the highest number you can draw? "); + BigInteger n = in.nextBigInteger(); + + /* + * compute binomial coefficient n*(n-1)*(n-2)*...*(n-k+1)/(1*2*3*...*k) + */ + + BigInteger lotteryOdds = BigInteger.ONE; + + for (int i = 1; i <= k; i++) + lotteryOdds = lotteryOdds + .multiply(n.subtract(BigInteger.valueOf(i - 1))) + .divide(BigInteger.valueOf(i)); + + System.out.printf("Your odds are 1 in %s. Good luck!%n", lotteryOdds); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/CompoundInterest/CompoundInterest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/CompoundInterest/CompoundInterest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..66a0dd6 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/CompoundInterest/CompoundInterest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +/** + * This program shows how to store tabular data in a 2D array. + * @version 1.40 2004-02-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CompoundInterest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + final double STARTRATE = 10; + final int NRATES = 6; + final int NYEARS = 10; + + // set interest rates to 10 . . . 15% + double[] interestRate = new double[NRATES]; + for (int j = 0; j < interestRate.length; j++) + interestRate[j] = (STARTRATE + j) / 100.0; + + double[][] balances = new double[NYEARS][NRATES]; + + // set initial balances to 10000 + for (int j = 0; j < balances[0].length; j++) + balances[0][j] = 10000; + + // compute interest for future years + for (int i = 1; i < balances.length; i++) + { + for (int j = 0; j < balances[i].length; j++) + { + // get last year's balances from previous row + double oldBalance = balances[i - 1][j]; + + // compute interest + double interest = oldBalance * interestRate[j]; + + // compute this year's balances + balances[i][j] = oldBalance + interest; + } + } + + // print one row of interest rates + for (int j = 0; j < interestRate.length; j++) + System.out.printf("%9.0f%%", 100 * interestRate[j]); + + System.out.println(); + + // print balance table + for (double[] row : balances) + { + // print table row + for (double b : row) + System.out.printf("%10.2f", b); + + System.out.println(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/FirstSample/FirstSample.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/FirstSample/FirstSample.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0ff7e76 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/FirstSample/FirstSample.java" @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +/** + * This is the first sample program in Core Java Chapter 3 + * @version 1.01 1997-03-22 + * @author Gary Cornell + */ +public class FirstSample +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + System.out.println("We will not use 'Hello, World!'"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/InputTest/InputTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/InputTest/InputTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b2bb8fd --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/InputTest/InputTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates console input. + * @version 1.10 2004-02-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class InputTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + Scanner in = new Scanner(System.in); + + // get first input + System.out.print("What is your name? "); + String name = in.nextLine(); + + // get second input + System.out.print("How old are you? "); + int age = in.nextInt(); + + // display output on console + System.out.println("Hello, " + name + ". Next year, you'll be " + (age + 1)); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/LotteryArray/LotteryArray.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/LotteryArray/LotteryArray.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cbb2074 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/LotteryArray/LotteryArray.java" @@ -0,0 +1,39 @@ +/** + * This program demonstrates a triangular array. + * @version 1.20 2004-02-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class LotteryArray +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + final int NMAX = 10; + + // allocate triangular array + int[][] odds = new int[NMAX + 1][]; + for (int n = 0; n <= NMAX; n++) + odds[n] = new int[n + 1]; + + // fill triangular array + for (int n = 0; n < odds.length; n++) + for (int k = 0; k < odds[n].length; k++) + { + /* + * compute binomial coefficient n*(n-1)*(n-2)*...*(n-k+1)/(1*2*3*...*k) + */ + int lotteryOdds = 1; + for (int i = 1; i <= k; i++) + lotteryOdds = lotteryOdds * (n - i + 1) / i; + + odds[n][k] = lotteryOdds; + } + + // print triangular array + for (int[] row : odds) + { + for (int odd : row) + System.out.printf("%4d", odd); + System.out.println(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/LotteryDrawing/LotteryDrawing.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/LotteryDrawing/LotteryDrawing.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..98f203c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/LotteryDrawing/LotteryDrawing.java" @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates array manipulation. + * @version 1.20 2004-02-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class LotteryDrawing +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + Scanner in = new Scanner(System.in); + + System.out.print("How many numbers do you need to draw? "); + int k = in.nextInt(); + + System.out.print("What is the highest number you can draw? "); + int n = in.nextInt(); + + // fill an array with numbers 1 2 3 . . . n + int[] numbers = new int[n]; + for (int i = 0; i < numbers.length; i++) + numbers[i] = i + 1; + + // draw k numbers and put them into a second array + int[] result = new int[k]; + for (int i = 0; i < result.length; i++) + { + // make a random index between 0 and n - 1 + int r = (int) (Math.random() * n); + + // pick the element at the random location + result[i] = numbers[r]; + + // move the last element into the random location + numbers[r] = numbers[n - 1]; + n--; + } + + // print the sorted array + Arrays.sort(result); + System.out.println("Bet the following combination. It'll make you rich!"); + for (int r : result) + System.out.println(r); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/LotteryOdds/LotteryOdds.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/LotteryOdds/LotteryOdds.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c315acd --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/LotteryOdds/LotteryOdds.java" @@ -0,0 +1,30 @@ +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates a for loop. + * @version 1.20 2004-02-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class LotteryOdds +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + Scanner in = new Scanner(System.in); + + System.out.print("How many numbers do you need to draw? "); + int k = in.nextInt(); + + System.out.print("What is the highest number you can draw? "); + int n = in.nextInt(); + + /* + * compute binomial coefficient n*(n-1)*(n-2)*...*(n-k+1)/(1*2*3*...*k) + */ + + int lotteryOdds = 1; + for (int i = 1; i <= k; i++) + lotteryOdds = lotteryOdds * (n - i + 1) / i; + + System.out.println("Your odds are 1 in " + lotteryOdds + ". Good luck!"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/Retirement/Retirement.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/Retirement/Retirement.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..99c2e16 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/Retirement/Retirement.java" @@ -0,0 +1,39 @@ +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates a while loop. + * @version 1.20 2004-02-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Retirement +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + // read inputs + Scanner in = new Scanner(System.in); + + System.out.print("How much money do you need to retire? "); + double goal = in.nextDouble(); + + System.out.print("How much money will you contribute every year? "); + double payment = in.nextDouble(); + + System.out.print("Interest rate in %: "); + double interestRate = in.nextDouble(); + + double balance = 0; + int years = 0; + + // update account balance while goal isn't reached + while (balance < goal) + { + // add this year's payment and interest + balance += payment; + double interest = balance * interestRate / 100; + balance += interest; + years++; + } + + System.out.println("You can retire in " + years + " years."); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/Retirement2/Retirement2.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/Retirement2/Retirement2.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7efe4c2 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch03/Retirement2/Retirement2.java" @@ -0,0 +1,44 @@ +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates a do/while loop. + * @version 1.20 2004-02-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Retirement2 +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + Scanner in = new Scanner(System.in); + + System.out.print("How much money will you contribute every year? "); + double payment = in.nextDouble(); + + System.out.print("Interest rate in %: "); + double interestRate = in.nextDouble(); + + double balance = 0; + int year = 0; + + String input; + + // update account balance while user isn't ready to retire + do + { + // add this year's payment and interest + balance += payment; + double interest = balance * interestRate / 100; + balance += interest; + + year++; + + // print current balance + System.out.printf("After year %d, your balance is %,.2f%n", year, balance); + + // ask if ready to retire and get input + System.out.print("Ready to retire? (Y/N) "); + input = in.next(); + } + while (input.equals("N")); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/CalendarTest/CalendarTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/CalendarTest/CalendarTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8395d02 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/CalendarTest/CalendarTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,34 @@ +import java.time.*; + +/** + * @version 1.5 2015-05-08 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CalendarTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + LocalDate date = LocalDate.now(); + int month = date.getMonthValue(); + int today = date.getDayOfMonth(); + + date = date.minusDays(today - 1); // set to start of month + DayOfWeek weekday = date.getDayOfWeek(); + int value = weekday.getValue(); // 1 = Monday, . . . , 7 = Sunday + + System.out.println("Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat Sun"); + for (int i = 1; i < value; i++) + System.out.print(" "); + while (date.getMonthValue() == month) + { + System.out.printf("%3d", date.getDayOfMonth()); + if (date.getDayOfMonth() == today) + System.out.print("*"); + else + System.out.print(" "); + date = date.plusDays(1); + if (date.getDayOfWeek().getValue() == 1) System.out.println(); + } + if (date.getDayOfWeek().getValue() != 1) System.out.println(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/ConstructorTest/ConstructorTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/ConstructorTest/ConstructorTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6b080f0 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/ConstructorTest/ConstructorTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates object construction. + * @version 1.02 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ConstructorTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + // fill the staff array with three Employee objects + var staff = new Employee[3]; + + staff[0] = new Employee("Harry", 40000); + staff[1] = new Employee(60000); + staff[2] = new Employee(); + + // print out information about all Employee objects + for (Employee e : staff) + System.out.println("name=" + e.getName() + ",id=" + e.getId() + ",salary=" + + e.getSalary()); + } +} + +class Employee +{ + private static int nextId; + + private int id; + private String name = ""; // instance field initialization + private double salary; + + private static Random generator = new Random(); + + // static initialization block + static + { + // set nextId to a random number between 0 and 9999 + nextId = generator.nextInt(10000); + } + + // object initialization block + { + id = nextId; + nextId++; + } + + // three overloaded constructors + public Employee(String n, double s) + { + name = n; + salary = s; + } + + public Employee(double s) + { + // calls the Employee(String, double) constructor + this("Employee #" + nextId, s); + } + + // the default constructor + public Employee() + { + // name initialized to ""--see above + // salary not explicitly set--initialized to 0 + // id initialized in initialization block + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public int getId() + { + return id; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/EmployeeTest/EmployeeTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/EmployeeTest/EmployeeTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..64168a2 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/EmployeeTest/EmployeeTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +import java.time.*; + +/** + * This program tests the Employee class. + * @version 1.13 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class EmployeeTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + // fill the staff array with three Employee objects + Employee[] staff = new Employee[3]; + + staff[0] = new Employee("Carl Cracker", 75000, 1987, 12, 15); + staff[1] = new Employee("Harry Hacker", 50000, 1989, 10, 1); + staff[2] = new Employee("Tony Tester", 40000, 1990, 3, 15); + + // raise everyone's salary by 5% + for (Employee e : staff) + e.raiseSalary(5); + + // print out information about all Employee objects + for (Employee e : staff) + System.out.println("name=" + e.getName() + ",salary=" + e.getSalary() + ",hireDay=" + + e.getHireDay()); + } +} + +class Employee +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + private LocalDate hireDay; + + public Employee(String n, double s, int year, int month, int day) + { + name = n; + salary = s; + hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public LocalDate getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/PackageTest/PackageTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/PackageTest/PackageTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5173c3f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/PackageTest/PackageTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +import com.horstmann.corejava.*; +// the Employee class is defined in that package + +import static java.lang.System.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the use of packages. + * @version 1.11 2004-02-19 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class PackageTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + // because of the import statement, we don't have to use + // com.horstmann.corejava.Employee here + var harry = new Employee("Harry Hacker", 50000, 1989, 10, 1); + + harry.raiseSalary(5); + + // because of the static import statement, we don't have to use System.out here + out.println("name=" + harry.getName() + ",salary=" + harry.getSalary()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/PackageTest/com/horstmann/corejava/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/PackageTest/com/horstmann/corejava/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d3802db --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/PackageTest/com/horstmann/corejava/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +package com.horstmann.corejava; + +// the classes in this file are part of this package + +import java.time.*; + +// import statements come after the package statement + +/** + * @version 1.11 2015-05-08 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Employee +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + private LocalDate hireDay; + + public Employee(String name, double salary, int year, int month, int day) + { + this.name = name; + this.salary = salary; + hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public LocalDate getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/ParamTest/ParamTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/ParamTest/ParamTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..38131d1 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/ParamTest/ParamTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,89 @@ +/** + * This program demonstrates parameter passing in Java. + * @version 1.01 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ParamTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + /* + * Test 1: Methods can't modify numeric parameters + */ + System.out.println("Testing tripleValue:"); + double percent = 10; + System.out.println("Before: percent=" + percent); + tripleValue(percent); + System.out.println("After: percent=" + percent); + + /* + * Test 2: Methods can change the state of object parameters + */ + System.out.println("\nTesting tripleSalary:"); + var harry = new Employee("Harry", 50000); + System.out.println("Before: salary=" + harry.getSalary()); + tripleSalary(harry); + System.out.println("After: salary=" + harry.getSalary()); + + /* + * Test 3: Methods can't attach new objects to object parameters + */ + System.out.println("\nTesting swap:"); + var a = new Employee("Alice", 70000); + var b = new Employee("Bob", 60000); + System.out.println("Before: a=" + a.getName()); + System.out.println("Before: b=" + b.getName()); + swap(a, b); + System.out.println("After: a=" + a.getName()); + System.out.println("After: b=" + b.getName()); + } + + public static void tripleValue(double x) // doesn't work + { + x = 3 * x; + System.out.println("End of method: x=" + x); + } + + public static void tripleSalary(Employee x) // works + { + x.raiseSalary(200); + System.out.println("End of method: salary=" + x.getSalary()); + } + + public static void swap(Employee x, Employee y) + { + Employee temp = x; + x = y; + y = temp; + System.out.println("End of method: x=" + x.getName()); + System.out.println("End of method: y=" + y.getName()); + } +} + +class Employee // simplified Employee class +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + + public Employee(String n, double s) + { + name = n; + salary = s; + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/RecordTest/RecordTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/RecordTest/RecordTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..494f87d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/RecordTest/RecordTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates records. + * @version 1.0 2021-05-13 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class RecordTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var p = new Point(3, 4); + System.out.println("Coordinates of p: " + p.x() + " " + p.y()); + System.out.println("Distance from origin: " + p.distanceFromOrigin()); + // Same computation with static field and method + System.out.println("Distance from origin: " + Point.distance(Point.ORIGIN, p)); + + // A mutable record + var pt = new PointInTime(3, 4, new Date()); + System.out.println("Before: " + pt); + pt.when().setTime(0); + System.out.println("After: " + pt); + + // Invoking a compact constructor + + var r = new Range(4, 3); + System.out.println("r: " + r); + } +} + +record Point(double x, double y) +{ + // A custom constructor + public Point() { this(0, 0); } + // A method + public double distanceFromOrigin() + { + return Math.hypot(x, y); + } + // A static field and method + public static Point ORIGIN = new Point(); + public static double distance(Point p, Point q) + { + return Math.hypot(p.x - q.x, p.y - q.y); + } +} + +record PointInTime(double x, double y, Date when) { } + +record Range(int from, int to) +{ + // A compact constructor + public Range + { + if (from > to) // Swap the bounds + { + int temp = from; + from = to; + to = temp; + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/StaticTest/StaticTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/StaticTest/StaticTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ae8a33e --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch04/StaticTest/StaticTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,71 @@ +/** + * This program demonstrates static methods. + * @version 1.03 2021-09-03 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class StaticTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + // fill the staff array with three Employee objects + var staff = new Employee[3]; + + staff[0] = new Employee("Tom", 40000); + staff[1] = new Employee("Dick", 60000); + staff[2] = new Employee("Harry", 65000); + + // print out information about all Employee objects + for (Employee e : staff) + { + System.out.println("name=" + e.getName() + ",id=" + e.getId() + ",salary=" + + e.getSalary()); + } + + int n = Employee.advanceId(); // calls static method + System.out.println("Next issued id=" + n); + } +} + +class Employee +{ + private static int nextId = 1; + + private String name; + private double salary; + private int id; + + public Employee(String n, double s) + { + name = n; + salary = s; + id = advanceId(); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public int getId() + { + return id; + } + + public static int advanceId() + { + int r = nextId; // obtain next available id + nextId++; + return r; + } + + public static void main(String[] args) // unit test + { + var e = new Employee("Harry", 50000); + System.out.println(e.getName() + " " + e.getSalary()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/Point.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/Point.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9f36be8 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/Point.java" @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +sealed class Point {} + +final class Pointless extends Point {} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/ResourceTest.jar" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/ResourceTest.jar" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..82595ec Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/ResourceTest.jar" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/abstractClasses/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/abstractClasses/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..091e45b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/abstractClasses/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,37 @@ +package abstractClasses; + +import java.time.*; + +public class Employee extends Person +{ + private double salary; + private LocalDate hireDay; + + public Employee(String name, double salary, int year, int month, int day) + { + super(name); + this.salary = salary; + hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day); + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public LocalDate getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + public String getDescription() + { + return "an employee with a salary of $%.2f".formatted(salary); + } + + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/abstractClasses/Person.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/abstractClasses/Person.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e490b75 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/abstractClasses/Person.java" @@ -0,0 +1,17 @@ +package abstractClasses; + +public abstract class Person +{ + public abstract String getDescription(); + private String name; + + public Person(String name) + { + this.name = name; + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/abstractClasses/PersonTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/abstractClasses/PersonTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..db0bacb --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/abstractClasses/PersonTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +package abstractClasses; + +/** + * This program demonstrates abstract classes. + * @version 1.01 2004-02-21 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class PersonTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var people = new Person[2]; + + // fill the people array with Student and Employee objects + people[0] = new Employee("Harry Hacker", 50000, 1989, 10, 1); + people[1] = new Student("Maria Morris", "computer science"); + + // print out names and descriptions of all Person objects + for (Person p : people) + System.out.println(p.getName() + ", " + p.getDescription()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/abstractClasses/Student.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/abstractClasses/Student.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0ba20d7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/abstractClasses/Student.java" @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +package abstractClasses; + +public class Student extends Person +{ + private String major; + + /** + * @param name the student's name + * @param major the student's major + */ + public Student(String name, String major) + { + // pass name to superclass constructor + super(name); + this.major = major; + } + + public String getDescription() + { + return "a student majoring in " + major; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/arrayList/ArrayListTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/arrayList/ArrayListTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ffe25f7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/arrayList/ArrayListTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,30 @@ +package arrayList; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the ArrayList class. + * @version 1.11 2012-01-26 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ArrayListTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + // fill the staff array list with three Employee objects + var staff = new ArrayList(); + + staff.add(new Employee("Carl Cracker", 75000, 1987, 12, 15)); + staff.add(new Employee("Harry Hacker", 50000, 1989, 10, 1)); + staff.add(new Employee("Tony Tester", 40000, 1990, 3, 15)); + + // raise everyone's salary by 5% + for (Employee e : staff) + e.raiseSalary(5); + + // print out information about all Employee objects + for (Employee e : staff) + System.out.println("name=" + e.getName() + ",salary=" + e.getSalary() + ",hireDay=" + + e.getHireDay()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/arrayList/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/arrayList/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c69f5bc --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/arrayList/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +package arrayList; + +import java.time.*; + +public class Employee +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + private LocalDate hireDay; + + public Employee(String name, double salary, int year, int month, int day) + { + this.name = name; + this.salary = salary; + hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public LocalDate getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/arrays/CopyOfTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/arrays/CopyOfTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..17ba030 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/arrays/CopyOfTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +package arrays; + +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the use of reflection for manipulating arrays. + * @version 1.2 2012-05-04 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CopyOfTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + int[] a = { 1, 2, 3 }; + a = (int[]) goodCopyOf(a, 10); + System.out.println(Arrays.toString(a)); + + String[] b = { "Tom", "Dick", "Harry" }; + b = (String[]) goodCopyOf(b, 10); + System.out.println(Arrays.toString(b)); + + System.out.println("The following call will generate an exception."); + b = (String[]) badCopyOf(b, 10); + } + + /** + * This method attempts to grow an array by allocating a new array and + * copying all elements. + * @param a the array to grow + * @param newLength the new length + * @return a larger array that contains all elements of a. However, the returned + * array has type Object[], not the same type as a + */ + public static Object[] badCopyOf(Object[] a, int newLength) // not useful + { + var newArray = new Object[newLength]; + System.arraycopy(a, 0, newArray, 0, Math.min(a.length, newLength)); + return newArray; + } + + /** + * This method grows an array by allocating a new array of the same type and + * copying all elements. + * @param a the array to grow. This can be an object array or a primitive + * type array + * @return a larger array that contains all elements of a + */ + public static Object goodCopyOf(Object a, int newLength) + { + Class cl = a.getClass(); + if (!cl.isArray()) return null; + Class componentType = cl.getComponentType(); + int length = Array.getLength(a); + Object newArray = Array.newInstance(componentType, newLength); + System.arraycopy(a, 0, newArray, 0, Math.min(length, newLength)); + return newArray; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/corejava/title.txt" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/corejava/title.txt" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..36ebc34 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/corejava/title.txt" @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +Core Java diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/enums/EnumTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/enums/EnumTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..05fb807 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/enums/EnumTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,33 @@ +package enums; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates enumerated types. + * @version 1.0 2004-05-24 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class EnumTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var in = new Scanner(System.in); + System.out.print("Enter a size: (SMALL, MEDIUM, LARGE, EXTRA_LARGE) "); + String input = in.next().toUpperCase(); + Size size = Enum.valueOf(Size.class, input); + System.out.println("size=" + size); + System.out.println("abbreviation=" + size.getAbbreviation()); + if (size == Size.EXTRA_LARGE) + System.out.println("Good job--you paid attention to the _."); + } +} + +enum Size +{ + SMALL("S"), MEDIUM("M"), LARGE("L"), EXTRA_LARGE("XL"); + + private Size(String abbreviation) { this.abbreviation = abbreviation; } + public String getAbbreviation() { return abbreviation; } + + private String abbreviation; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/equals/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/equals/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f8e4060 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/equals/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +package equals; + +import java.time.*; +import java.util.Objects; + +public class Employee +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + private LocalDate hireDay; + + public Employee(String name, double salary, int year, int month, int day) + { + this.name = name; + this.salary = salary; + hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public LocalDate getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } + + public boolean equals(Object otherObject) + { + // a quick test to see if the objects are identical + if (this == otherObject) return true; + + // must return false if the explicit parameter is null + if (otherObject == null) return false; + + // if the classes don't match, they can't be equal + if (getClass() != otherObject.getClass()) return false; + + // now we know otherObject is a non-null Employee + var other = (Employee) otherObject; + + // test whether the fields have identical values + return Objects.equals(name, other.name) + && salary == other.salary && Objects.equals(hireDay, other.hireDay); + } + + public int hashCode() + { + return Objects.hash(name, salary, hireDay); + } + + public String toString() + { + return getClass().getName() + "[name=" + name + ",salary=" + salary + ",hireDay=" + + hireDay + "]"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/equals/EqualsTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/equals/EqualsTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..84446f6 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/equals/EqualsTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,37 @@ +package equals; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the equals method. + * @version 1.12 2012-01-26 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class EqualsTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var alice1 = new Employee("Alice Adams", 75000, 1987, 12, 15); + var alice2 = alice1; + var alice3 = new Employee("Alice Adams", 75000, 1987, 12, 15); + var bob = new Employee("Bob Brandson", 50000, 1989, 10, 1); + + System.out.println("alice1 == alice2: " + (alice1 == alice2)); + + System.out.println("alice1 == alice3: " + (alice1 == alice3)); + + System.out.println("alice1.equals(alice3): " + alice1.equals(alice3)); + + System.out.println("alice1.equals(bob): " + alice1.equals(bob)); + + System.out.println("bob.toString(): " + bob); + + var carl = new Manager("Carl Cracker", 80000, 1987, 12, 15); + var boss = new Manager("Carl Cracker", 80000, 1987, 12, 15); + boss.setBonus(5000); + System.out.println("boss.toString(): " + boss); + System.out.println("carl.equals(boss): " + carl.equals(boss)); + System.out.println("alice1.hashCode(): " + alice1.hashCode()); + System.out.println("alice3.hashCode(): " + alice3.hashCode()); + System.out.println("bob.hashCode(): " + bob.hashCode()); + System.out.println("carl.hashCode(): " + carl.hashCode()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/equals/Manager.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/equals/Manager.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ce7b6f2 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/equals/Manager.java" @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +package equals; + +public class Manager extends Employee +{ + private double bonus; + + public Manager(String name, double salary, int year, int month, int day) + { + super(name, salary, year, month, day); + bonus = 0; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + double baseSalary = super.getSalary(); + return baseSalary + bonus; + } + + public void setBonus(double bonus) + { + this.bonus = bonus; + } + + public boolean equals(Object otherObject) + { + if (!super.equals(otherObject)) return false; + var other = (Manager) otherObject; + // super.equals checked that this and other belong to the same class + return bonus == other.bonus; + } + + public int hashCode() + { + return java.util.Objects.hash(super.hashCode(), bonus); + } + + public String toString() + { + return super.toString() + "[bonus=" + bonus + "]"; + } +} + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/inheritance/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/inheritance/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a2857d8 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/inheritance/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +package inheritance; + +import java.time.*; + +public class Employee +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + private LocalDate hireDay; + + public Employee(String name, double salary, int year, int month, int day) + { + this.name = name; + this.salary = salary; + hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public LocalDate getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/inheritance/Manager.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/inheritance/Manager.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..25b208a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/inheritance/Manager.java" @@ -0,0 +1,30 @@ +package inheritance; + +public class Manager extends Employee +{ + private double bonus; + + /** + * @param name the employee's name + * @param salary the salary + * @param year the hire year + * @param month the hire month + * @param day the hire day + */ + public Manager(String name, double salary, int year, int month, int day) + { + super(name, salary, year, month, day); + bonus = 0; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + double baseSalary = super.getSalary(); + return baseSalary + bonus; + } + + public void setBonus(double b) + { + bonus = b; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/inheritance/ManagerTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/inheritance/ManagerTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..830531c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/inheritance/ManagerTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +package inheritance; + +/** + * This program demonstrates inheritance. + * @version 1.21 2004-02-21 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ManagerTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + // construct a Manager object + var boss = new Manager("Carl Cracker", 80000, 1987, 12, 15); + boss.setBonus(5000); + + var staff = new Employee[3]; + + // fill the staff array with Manager and Employee objects + + staff[0] = boss; + staff[1] = new Employee("Harry Hacker", 50000, 1989, 10, 1); + staff[2] = new Employee("Tommy Tester", 40000, 1990, 3, 15); + + // print out information about all Employee objects + for (Employee e : staff) + System.out.println("name=" + e.getName() + ",salary=" + e.getSalary()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/methods/MethodTableTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/methods/MethodTableTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8d7d690 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/methods/MethodTableTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,55 @@ +package methods; + +import java.lang.reflect.*; + +/** + * This program shows how to invoke methods through reflection. + * @version 1.2 2012-05-04 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class MethodTableTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + // get method pointers to the square and sqrt methods + Method square = MethodTableTest.class.getMethod("square", double.class); + Method sqrt = Math.class.getMethod("sqrt", double.class); + + // print tables of x- and y-values + printTable(1, 10, 10, square); + printTable(1, 10, 10, sqrt); + } + + /** + * Returns the square of a number + * @param x a number + * @return x squared + */ + public static double square(double x) + { + return x * x; + } + + /** + * Prints a table with x- and y-values for a method + * @param from the lower bound for the x-values + * @param to the upper bound for the x-values + * @param n the number of rows in the table + * @param f a method with a double parameter and double return value + */ + public static void printTable(double from, double to, int n, Method f) + throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + // print out the method as table header + System.out.println(f); + + double dx = (to - from) / (n - 1); + + for (double x = from; x <= to; x += dx) + { + double y = (Double) f.invoke(null, x); + System.out.printf("%10.4f | %10.4f%n", x, y); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/objectAnalyzer/ObjectAnalyzer.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/objectAnalyzer/ObjectAnalyzer.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aee9bc9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/objectAnalyzer/ObjectAnalyzer.java" @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +package objectAnalyzer; + +import java.lang.reflect.AccessibleObject; +import java.lang.reflect.Array; +import java.lang.reflect.Field; +import java.lang.reflect.Modifier; +import java.util.ArrayList; + +public class ObjectAnalyzer +{ + private ArrayList visited = new ArrayList<>(); + + /** + * Converts an object to a string representation that lists all fields. + * @param obj an object + * @return a string with the object's class name and all field names and values + */ + public String toString(Object obj) + throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + if (obj == null) return "null"; + if (visited.contains(obj)) return "..."; + visited.add(obj); + Class cl = obj.getClass(); + if (cl == String.class) return (String) obj; + if (cl.isArray()) + { + String r = cl.getComponentType() + "[]{"; + for (int i = 0; i < Array.getLength(obj); i++) + { + if (i > 0) r += ","; + Object val = Array.get(obj, i); + if (cl.getComponentType().isPrimitive()) r += val; + else r += toString(val); + } + return r + "}"; + } + + String r = cl.getName(); + // inspect the fields of this class and all superclasses + do + { + r += "["; + Field[] fields = cl.getDeclaredFields(); + AccessibleObject.setAccessible(fields, true); + // get the names and values of all fields + for (Field f : fields) + { + if (!Modifier.isStatic(f.getModifiers())) + { + if (!r.endsWith("[")) r += ","; + r += f.getName() + "="; + Class t = f.getType(); + Object val = f.get(obj); + if (t.isPrimitive()) r += val; + else r += toString(val); + } + } + r += "]"; + cl = cl.getSuperclass(); + } + while (cl != null); + + return r; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/objectAnalyzer/ObjectAnalyzerTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/objectAnalyzer/ObjectAnalyzerTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..839d3d5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/objectAnalyzer/ObjectAnalyzerTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +package objectAnalyzer; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program uses reflection to spy on objects. + * @version 1.13 2018-03-16 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ObjectAnalyzerTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + var squares = new ArrayList(); + for (int i = 1; i <= 5; i++) + squares.add(i * i); + System.out.println(new ObjectAnalyzer().toString(squares)); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/reflection/ReflectionTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/reflection/ReflectionTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3c08213 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/reflection/ReflectionTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,167 @@ +package reflection; + +import java.util.*; +import java.lang.reflect.*; +/** + * This program uses reflection to print all features of a class. + * @version 1.12 2021-06-15 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ReflectionTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + // read class name from command line args or user input + String name; + if (args.length > 0) name = args[0]; + else + { + var in = new Scanner(System.in); + System.out.println("Enter class name (e.g. java.util.Date): "); + name = in.next(); + } + + // print class modifiers, name, and superclass name (if != Object) + Class cl = Class.forName(name); + String modifiers = Modifier.toString(cl.getModifiers()); + if (modifiers.length() > 0) System.out.print(modifiers + " "); + if (cl.isSealed()) + System.out.print("sealed "); + if (cl.isEnum()) + System.out.print("enum " + name); + else if (cl.isRecord()) + System.out.print("record " + name); + else if (cl.isInterface()) + System.out.print("interface " + name); + else + System.out.print("class " + name); + Class supercl = cl.getSuperclass(); + if (supercl != null && supercl != Object.class) System.out.print(" extends " + + supercl.getName()); + + printInterfaces(cl); + printPermittedSubclasses(cl); + + System.out.print("\n{\n"); + printConstructors(cl); + System.out.println(); + printMethods(cl); + System.out.println(); + printFields(cl); + System.out.println("}"); + } + + /** + * Prints all constructors of a class + * @param cl a class + */ + public static void printConstructors(Class cl) + { + Constructor[] constructors = cl.getDeclaredConstructors(); + + for (Constructor c : constructors) + { + String name = c.getName(); + System.out.print(" "); + String modifiers = Modifier.toString(c.getModifiers()); + if (modifiers.length() > 0) System.out.print(modifiers + " "); + System.out.print(name + "("); + + // print parameter types + Class[] paramTypes = c.getParameterTypes(); + for (int j = 0; j < paramTypes.length; j++) + { + if (j > 0) System.out.print(", "); + System.out.print(paramTypes[j].getName()); + } + System.out.println(");"); + } + } + + /** + * Prints all methods of a class + * @param cl a class + */ + public static void printMethods(Class cl) + { + Method[] methods = cl.getDeclaredMethods(); + + for (Method m : methods) + { + Class retType = m.getReturnType(); + String name = m.getName(); + + System.out.print(" "); + // print modifiers, return type and method name + String modifiers = Modifier.toString(m.getModifiers()); + if (modifiers.length() > 0) System.out.print(modifiers + " "); + System.out.print(retType.getName() + " " + name + "("); + + // print parameter types + Class[] paramTypes = m.getParameterTypes(); + for (int j = 0; j < paramTypes.length; j++) + { + if (j > 0) System.out.print(", "); + System.out.print(paramTypes[j].getName()); + } + System.out.println(");"); + } + } + + /** + * Prints all fields of a class + * @param cl a class + */ + public static void printFields(Class cl) + { + Field[] fields = cl.getDeclaredFields(); + + for (Field f : fields) + { + Class type = f.getType(); + String name = f.getName(); + System.out.print(" "); + String modifiers = Modifier.toString(f.getModifiers()); + if (modifiers.length() > 0) System.out.print(modifiers + " "); + System.out.println(type.getName() + " " + name + ";"); + } + } + + /** + * Prints all permitted subtypes of a sealed class + * @param cl a class + */ + public static void printPermittedSubclasses(Class cl) + { + if (cl.isSealed()) + { + Class[] permittedSubclasses = cl.getPermittedSubclasses(); + for (int i = 0; i < permittedSubclasses.length; i++) + { + if (i == 0) + System.out.print(" permits "); + else + System.out.print(", "); + System.out.print(permittedSubclasses[i].getName()); + } + } + } + + /** + * Prints all directly implemented interfaces of a class + * @param cl a class + */ + public static void printInterfaces(Class cl) + { + Class[] interfaces = cl.getInterfaces(); + for (int i = 0; i < interfaces.length; i++) + { + if (i == 0) + System.out.print(cl.isInterface() ? " extends " : " implements "); + else + System.out.print(", "); + System.out.print(interfaces[i].getName()); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/resources/ResourceTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/resources/ResourceTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..460257a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/resources/ResourceTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +package resources; + +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.5 2018-03-15 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ResourceTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + Class cl = ResourceTest.class; + URL aboutURL = cl.getResource("about.gif"); + var icon = new ImageIcon(aboutURL); + + InputStream stream = cl.getResourceAsStream("data/about.txt"); + var about = new String(stream.readAllBytes(), StandardCharsets.UTF_8); + + InputStream stream2 = cl.getResourceAsStream("/corejava/title.txt"); + var title = new String(stream2.readAllBytes(), StandardCharsets.UTF_8).strip(); + + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(null, about, title, JOptionPane.INFORMATION_MESSAGE, icon); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/resources/ResourceTest.mf" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/resources/ResourceTest.mf" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..26f397d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/resources/ResourceTest.mf" @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +Main-Class: resources.ResourceTest diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/resources/about.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/resources/about.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..52a8e98 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/resources/about.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/resources/data/about.txt" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/resources/data/about.txt" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5e1cf28 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/resources/data/about.txt" @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +Core Java: Fundamentals +11th Edition +Cay Horstmann +Copyright © 2018 +Prentice-Hall diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/sealed/SealedTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/sealed/SealedTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..02f9dba --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch05/sealed/SealedTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +package sealed; + +import java.util.*; + +sealed interface JSONValue permits JSONArray, JSONObject, JSONPrimitive +{ + public default String type() + { + if (this instanceof JSONArray) return "array"; + else if (this instanceof JSONObject) return "object"; + else if (this instanceof JSONNumber) return "number"; + else if (this instanceof JSONString) return "string"; + else if (this instanceof JSONBoolean) return "boolean"; + else return "null"; + } +} + +final class JSONArray extends ArrayList implements JSONValue {} + +final class JSONObject extends HashMap implements JSONValue +{ + public String toString() + { + StringBuilder result = new StringBuilder(); + result.append("{"); + for (Map.Entry entry : entrySet()) + { + if (result.length() > 1) result.append(","); + result.append(" \""); + result.append(entry.getKey()); + result.append("\": "); + result.append(entry.getValue()); + } + result.append(" }"); + return result.toString(); + } +} + +sealed interface JSONPrimitive extends JSONValue + permits JSONNumber, JSONString, JSONBoolean, JSONNull +{ +} + +final record JSONNumber(double value) implements JSONPrimitive +{ + public String toString() { return "" + value; } +} + +final record JSONString(String value) implements JSONPrimitive +{ + public String toString() { return "\"" + value.translateEscapes() + "\""; } +} + +enum JSONBoolean implements JSONPrimitive +{ + FALSE, TRUE; + public String toString() { return super.toString().toLowerCase(); } +} + +enum JSONNull implements JSONPrimitive +{ + INSTANCE; + public String toString() { return "null"; } +} + +public class SealedTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + JSONObject obj = new JSONObject(); + obj.put("name", new JSONString("Harry")); + obj.put("salary", new JSONNumber(90000)); + obj.put("married", JSONBoolean.FALSE); + JSONArray arr = new JSONArray(); + arr.add(new JSONNumber(13)); + arr.add(JSONNull.INSTANCE); + + obj.put("luckyNumbers", arr); + System.out.println(obj); + System.out.println(obj.type()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/META-INF/services/serviceLoader.Cipher" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/META-INF/services/serviceLoader.Cipher" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..57cd2e8 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/META-INF/services/serviceLoader.Cipher" @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +serviceLoader.impl.CaesarCipher \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/anonymousInnerClass/AnonymousInnerClassTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/anonymousInnerClass/AnonymousInnerClassTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..33f24f6 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/anonymousInnerClass/AnonymousInnerClassTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,51 @@ +package anonymousInnerClass; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.time.*; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates anonymous inner classes. + * @version 1.12 2017-12-14 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class AnonymousInnerClassTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var clock = new TalkingClock(); + clock.start(1000, true); + + // keep program running until the user selects "OK" + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(null, "Quit program?"); + System.exit(0); + } +} + +/** + * A clock that prints the time in regular intervals. + */ +class TalkingClock +{ + /** + * Starts the clock. + * @param interval the interval between messages (in milliseconds) + * @param beep true if the clock should beep + */ + public void start(int interval, boolean beep) + { + var listener = new ActionListener() + { + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + System.out.println("At the tone, the time is " + + Instant.ofEpochMilli(event.getWhen())); + if (beep) Toolkit.getDefaultToolkit().beep(); + } + }; + var timer = new Timer(interval, listener); + timer.start(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/clone/CloneTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/clone/CloneTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bd6b70b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/clone/CloneTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +package clone; + +/** + * This program demonstrates cloning. + * @version 1.11 2018-03-16 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CloneTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws CloneNotSupportedException + { + var original = new Employee("John Q. Public", 50000); + original.setHireDay(2000, 1, 1); + Employee copy = original.clone(); + copy.raiseSalary(10); + copy.setHireDay(2002, 12, 31); + System.out.println("original=" + original); + System.out.println("copy=" + copy); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/clone/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/clone/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0164d92 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/clone/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +package clone; + +import java.util.Date; +import java.util.GregorianCalendar; + +public class Employee implements Cloneable +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + private Date hireDay; + + public Employee(String name, double salary) + { + this.name = name; + this.salary = salary; + hireDay = new Date(); + } + + public Employee clone() throws CloneNotSupportedException + { + // call Object.clone() + Employee cloned = (Employee) super.clone(); + + // clone mutable fields + cloned.hireDay = (Date) hireDay.clone(); + + return cloned; + } + + /** + * Set the hire day to a given date. + * @param year the year of the hire day + * @param month the month of the hire day + * @param day the day of the hire day + */ + public void setHireDay(int year, int month, int day) + { + Date newHireDay = new GregorianCalendar(year, month - 1, day).getTime(); + + // example of instance field mutation + hireDay.setTime(newHireDay.getTime()); + } + + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } + + public String toString() + { + return "Employee[name=" + name + ",salary=" + salary + ",hireDay=" + hireDay + "]"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/innerClass/InnerClassTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/innerClass/InnerClassTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ac2931c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/innerClass/InnerClassTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,65 @@ +package innerClass; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.time.*; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the use of inner classes. + * @version 1.11 2017-12-14 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class InnerClassTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var clock = new TalkingClock(1000, true); + clock.start(); + + // keep program running until the user selects "OK" + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(null, "Quit program?"); + System.exit(0); + } +} + +/** + * A clock that prints the time in regular intervals. + */ +class TalkingClock +{ + private int interval; + private boolean beep; + + /** + * Constructs a talking clock + * @param interval the interval between messages (in milliseconds) + * @param beep true if the clock should beep + */ + public TalkingClock(int interval, boolean beep) + { + this.interval = interval; + this.beep = beep; + } + + /** + * Starts the clock. + */ + public void start() + { + var listener = new TimePrinter(); + var timer = new Timer(interval, listener); + timer.start(); + } + + public class TimePrinter implements ActionListener + { + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + System.out.println("At the tone, the time is " + + Instant.ofEpochMilli(event.getWhen())); + if (beep) Toolkit.getDefaultToolkit().beep(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/interfaces/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/interfaces/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cb90f96 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/interfaces/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +package interfaces; + +public class Employee implements Comparable +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + + public Employee(String name, double salary) + { + this.name = name; + this.salary = salary; + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } + + /** + * Compares employees by salary + * @param other another Employee object + * @return a negative value if this employee has a lower salary than + * otherObject, 0 if the salaries are the same, a positive value otherwise + */ + public int compareTo(Employee other) + { + return Double.compare(salary, other.salary); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/interfaces/EmployeeSortTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/interfaces/EmployeeSortTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6a90a2f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/interfaces/EmployeeSortTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +package interfaces; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the use of the Comparable interface. + * @version 1.30 2004-02-27 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class EmployeeSortTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var staff = new Employee[3]; + + staff[0] = new Employee("Harry Hacker", 35000); + staff[1] = new Employee("Carl Cracker", 75000); + staff[2] = new Employee("Tony Tester", 38000); + + Arrays.sort(staff); + + // print out information about all Employee objects + for (Employee e : staff) + System.out.println("name=" + e.getName() + ",salary=" + e.getSalary()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/lambda/LambdaTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/lambda/LambdaTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..95f39bc --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/lambda/LambdaTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,35 @@ +package lambda; + +import java.util.*; + +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.Timer; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the use of lambda expressions. + * @version 1.0 2015-05-12 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class LambdaTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var planets = new String[] { "Mercury", "Venus", "Earth", "Mars", + "Jupiter", "Saturn", "Uranus", "Neptune" }; + System.out.println(Arrays.toString(planets)); + System.out.println("Sorted in dictionary order:"); + Arrays.sort(planets); + System.out.println(Arrays.toString(planets)); + System.out.println("Sorted by length:"); + Arrays.sort(planets, (first, second) -> first.length() - second.length()); + System.out.println(Arrays.toString(planets)); + + var timer = new Timer(1000, event -> + System.out.println("The time is " + new Date())); + timer.start(); + + // keep program running until user selects "OK" + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(null, "Quit program?"); + System.exit(0); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/localInnerClass/LocalInnerClassTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/localInnerClass/LocalInnerClassTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b7315c1 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/localInnerClass/LocalInnerClassTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +package localInnerClass; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.time.*; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the use of local inner classes. + * @version 1.02 2017-12-14 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class LocalInnerClassTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var clock = new TalkingClock(); + clock.start(1000, true); + + // keep program running until the user selects "Ok" + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(null, "Quit program?"); + System.exit(0); + } +} + +/** + * A clock that prints the time in regular intervals. + */ +class TalkingClock +{ + /** + * Starts the clock. + * @param interval the interval between messages (in milliseconds) + * @param beep true if the clock should beep + */ + public void start(int interval, boolean beep) + { + class TimePrinter implements ActionListener + { + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + System.out.println("At the tone, the time is " + + Instant.ofEpochMilli(event.getWhen())); + if (beep) Toolkit.getDefaultToolkit().beep(); + } + } + var listener = new TimePrinter(); + var timer = new Timer(interval, listener); + timer.start(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/proxy/ProxyTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/proxy/ProxyTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ea2d8d9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/proxy/ProxyTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +package proxy; + +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the use of proxies. + * @version 1.02 2021-06-16 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ProxyTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var elements = new Object[1000]; + + // fill elements with proxies for the integers 1 . . . 1000 + for (int i = 0; i < elements.length; i++) + { + Integer value = i + 1; + var handler = new TraceHandler(value); + Object proxy = Proxy.newProxyInstance( + ClassLoader.getSystemClassLoader(), + new Class[] { Comparable.class }, handler); + elements[i] = proxy; + } + + // construct a random integer + Integer key = (int) (Math.random() * elements.length) + 1; + + // search for the key + int result = Arrays.binarySearch(elements, key); + + // print match if found + if (result >= 0) System.out.println(elements[result]); + } +} + +/** + * An invocation handler that prints out the method name and parameters, then + * invokes the original method + */ +class TraceHandler implements InvocationHandler +{ + private Object target; + + /** + * Constructs a TraceHandler + * @param t the implicit parameter of the method call + */ + public TraceHandler(Object t) + { + target = t; + } + + public Object invoke(Object proxy, Method m, Object[] args) throws Throwable + { + // print implicit argument + System.out.print(target); + // print method name + System.out.print("." + m.getName() + "("); + // print explicit arguments + if (args != null) + { + for (int i = 0; i < args.length; i++) + { + System.out.print(args[i]); + if (i < args.length - 1) System.out.print(", "); + } + } + System.out.println(")"); + + // invoke actual method + return m.invoke(target, args); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/serviceLoader/Cipher.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/serviceLoader/Cipher.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c8e3b64 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/serviceLoader/Cipher.java" @@ -0,0 +1,8 @@ +package serviceLoader; + +public interface Cipher +{ + byte[] encrypt(byte[] source, byte[] key); + byte[] decrypt(byte[] source, byte[] key); + int strength(); +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/serviceLoader/ServiceLoaderTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/serviceLoader/ServiceLoaderTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7395d53 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/serviceLoader/ServiceLoaderTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,33 @@ +package serviceLoader; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * @version 1.01 2018-03-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ + +public class ServiceLoaderTest +{ + public static ServiceLoader cipherLoader + = ServiceLoader.load(Cipher.class); + + public static void main(String[] args) throws UnsupportedEncodingException + { + Cipher cipher = getCipher(1); + String message = "Meet me at the toga party."; + byte[] bytes = cipher.encrypt(message.getBytes(), new byte[] { 3 }); + var encrypted = new String(bytes, StandardCharsets.UTF_8); + System.out.println(encrypted); + } + + public static Cipher getCipher(int minStrength) + { + for (Cipher cipher : cipherLoader) + // Implicitly calls iterator + if (cipher.strength() >= minStrength) return cipher; + return null; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/serviceLoader/impl/CaesarCipher.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/serviceLoader/impl/CaesarCipher.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bd4d79b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/serviceLoader/impl/CaesarCipher.java" @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +package serviceLoader.impl; + +import serviceLoader.Cipher; + +public class CaesarCipher implements Cipher +{ + public byte[] encrypt(byte[] source, byte[] key) + { + var result = new byte[source.length]; + for (int i = 0; i < source.length; i++) + result[i] = (byte) (source[i] + key[0]); + return result; + } + + public byte[] decrypt(byte[] source, byte[] key) + { + return encrypt(source, new byte[] { (byte) -key[0] }); + } + + public int strength() + { + return 1; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/staticInnerClass/StaticInnerClassTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/staticInnerClass/StaticInnerClassTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1f2c45c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/staticInnerClass/StaticInnerClassTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +package staticInnerClass; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the use of static inner classes. + * @version 1.02 2015-05-12 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class StaticInnerClassTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var values = new double[20]; + for (int i = 0; i < values.length; i++) + values[i] = 100 * Math.random(); + ArrayAlg.Pair p = ArrayAlg.minmax(values); + System.out.println("min = " + p.getFirst()); + System.out.println("max = " + p.getSecond()); + } +} + +class ArrayAlg +{ + /** + * A pair of floating-point numbers + */ + public static class Pair + { + private double first; + private double second; + + /** + * Constructs a pair from two floating-point numbers + * @param f the first number + * @param s the second number + */ + public Pair(double f, double s) + { + first = f; + second = s; + } + + /** + * Returns the first number of the pair + * @return the first number + */ + public double getFirst() + { + return first; + } + + /** + * Returns the second number of the pair + * @return the second number + */ + public double getSecond() + { + return second; + } + } + + /** + * Computes both the minimum and the maximum of an array + * @param values an array of floating-point numbers + * @return a pair whose first element is the minimum and whose second element + * is the maximum + */ + public static Pair minmax(double[] values) + { + double min = Double.POSITIVE_INFINITY; + double max = Double.NEGATIVE_INFINITY; + for (double v : values) + { + if (min > v) min = v; + if (max < v) max = v; + } + return new Pair(min, max); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/timer/TimerTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/timer/TimerTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fef5753 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch06/timer/TimerTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +package timer; + +/** + @version 1.02 2017-12-14 + @author Cay Horstmann +*/ + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.time.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +public class TimerTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var listener = new TimePrinter(); + + // construct a timer that calls the listener once every second + var timer = new Timer(1000, listener); + timer.start(); + + // keep program running until the user selects "OK" + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(null, "Quit program?"); + System.exit(0); + } +} + +class TimePrinter implements ActionListener +{ + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + System.out.println("At the tone, the time is " + Instant.ofEpochMilli(event.getWhen())); + Toolkit.getDefaultToolkit().beep(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/cay.jpg" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/cay.jpg" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a84947f Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/cay.jpg" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/cup.png" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/cup.png" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f5273e9 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/cup.png" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/duke.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/duke.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..94d85c2 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/duke.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/except/ExceptTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/except/ExceptTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..93b9f87 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/except/ExceptTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +package except; + +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.concurrent.*; + +/** + * @version 1.41 2021-09-06 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ExceptTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + int thousand = 1000; + double[] a = { 1000, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 }; + performAction("Integer divide by zero", () -> 1 / (a.length - a.length)); + + performAction("Floating point divide by zero", + () -> a[2] / (a[3] - a[3])); + + performAction("Integer overflow", + () -> thousand * thousand * thousand * thousand); + + performAction("Square root of negative number", () -> Math.sqrt(-1)); + + performAction("Array index out of bounds", () -> a[1] - a[100]); + + performAction("Bad cast", () -> (int[]) (Object) a); + + performAction("Null pointer", + () -> System.getProperty("woozle").toString()); + + performAction("No such file", + () -> new Scanner(Path.of("woozle.txt"), StandardCharsets.UTF_8).next()); + } + + /** + * Performs the given action and reports the result or failure. + * @param description the description of the action + * @param action the action to be carried out + */ + private static void performAction(String description, + Callable action) + { + System.out.println(description); + try + { + System.out.println(action.call()); + } + catch (Throwable t) + { + System.out.println(t.getClass().getName() + ": " + t.getMessage()); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/exceptional/ExceptionalTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/exceptional/ExceptionalTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..93391b5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/exceptional/ExceptionalTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +package exceptional; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * @version 1.12 2017-12-14 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ExceptionalTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + int i = 0; + int ntry = 10000000; + var stack = new Stack(); + + // test a stack for emptiness ntry times + System.out.println("Testing for empty stack"); + long start = System.currentTimeMillis(); + for (i = 0; i <= ntry; i++) + if (!stack.empty()) stack.pop(); + long end = System.currentTimeMillis(); + System.out.println((end - start) + " milliseconds"); + + // pop an empty stack ntry times and catch the resulting exception + System.out.println("Catching EmptyStackException"); + start = System.currentTimeMillis(); + for (i = 0; i <= ntry; i++) + { + try + { + stack.pop(); + } + catch (EmptyStackException e) + { + } + } + end = System.currentTimeMillis(); + System.out.println((end - start) + " milliseconds"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/logging/LoggingImageViewer.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/logging/LoggingImageViewer.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..64f802c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/logging/LoggingImageViewer.java" @@ -0,0 +1,170 @@ +package logging; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.util.logging.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A modification of the image viewer program that logs various events. + * @version 1.03 2015-08-20 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class LoggingImageViewer +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + if (System.getProperty("java.util.logging.config.class") == null + && System.getProperty("java.util.logging.config.file") == null) + { + try + { + Logger.getLogger("com.horstmann.corejava").setLevel(Level.ALL); + final int LOG_ROTATION_COUNT = 10; + var handler = new FileHandler("%h/LoggingImageViewer.log", 0, LOG_ROTATION_COUNT); + Logger.getLogger("com.horstmann.corejava").addHandler(handler); + } + catch (IOException e) + { + Logger.getLogger("com.horstmann.corejava").log(Level.SEVERE, + "Can't create log file handler", e); + } + } + + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var windowHandler = new WindowHandler(); + windowHandler.setLevel(Level.ALL); + Logger.getLogger("com.horstmann.corejava").addHandler(windowHandler); + + var frame = new ImageViewerFrame(); + frame.setTitle("LoggingImageViewer"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + + Logger.getLogger("com.horstmann.corejava").fine("Showing frame"); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * The frame that shows the image. + */ +class ImageViewerFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 400; + + private JLabel label; + private static Logger logger = Logger.getLogger("com.horstmann.corejava"); + + public ImageViewerFrame() + { + logger.entering("ImageViewerFrame", ""); + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + // set up menu bar + var menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + + var menu = new JMenu("File"); + menuBar.add(menu); + + var openItem = new JMenuItem("Open"); + menu.add(openItem); + openItem.addActionListener(new FileOpenListener()); + + var exitItem = new JMenuItem("Exit"); + menu.add(exitItem); + exitItem.addActionListener(new ActionListener() + { + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + logger.fine("Exiting."); + System.exit(0); + } + }); + + // use a label to display the images + label = new JLabel(); + add(label); + logger.exiting("ImageViewerFrame", ""); + } + + private class FileOpenListener implements ActionListener + { + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + logger.entering("ImageViewerFrame.FileOpenListener", "actionPerformed", event); + + // set up file chooser + var chooser = new JFileChooser(); + chooser.setCurrentDirectory(new File(".")); + + // accept all files ending with .gif + chooser.setFileFilter(new javax.swing.filechooser.FileFilter() + { + public boolean accept(File f) + { + return f.getName().toLowerCase().endsWith(".gif") || f.isDirectory(); + } + + public String getDescription() + { + return "GIF Images"; + } + }); + + // show file chooser dialog + int r = chooser.showOpenDialog(ImageViewerFrame.this); + + // if image file accepted, set it as icon of the label + if (r == JFileChooser.APPROVE_OPTION) + { + String name = chooser.getSelectedFile().getPath(); + logger.log(Level.FINE, "Reading file {0}", name); + label.setIcon(new ImageIcon(name)); + } + else logger.fine("File open dialog canceled."); + logger.exiting("ImageViewerFrame.FileOpenListener", "actionPerformed"); + } + } +} + +/** + * A handler for displaying log records in a window. + */ +class WindowHandler extends StreamHandler +{ + private JFrame frame; + + public WindowHandler() + { + frame = new JFrame(); + var output = new JTextArea(); + output.setEditable(false); + frame.setSize(200, 200); + frame.add(new JScrollPane(output)); + frame.setFocusableWindowState(false); + frame.setVisible(true); + setOutputStream(new OutputStream() + { + public void write(int b) + { + } // not called + + public void write(byte[] b, int off, int len) + { + output.append(new String(b, off, len)); + } + }); + } + + public void publish(LogRecord record) + { + if (!frame.isVisible()) return; + super.publish(record); + flush(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/loggingfx/LoggingImageViewer.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/loggingfx/LoggingImageViewer.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aabf332 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/loggingfx/LoggingImageViewer.java" @@ -0,0 +1,135 @@ +package loggingfx; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.logging.*; + +import javafx.application.*; +import javafx.scene.*; +import javafx.scene.control.*; +import javafx.scene.control.Alert.*; +import javafx.scene.image.*; +import javafx.scene.layout.*; +import javafx.stage.*; +import javafx.stage.FileChooser.*; + +/** + * A modification of the image viewer program that logs various events. + * @version 1.10 2017-12-14 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class LoggingImageViewer extends Application +{ + private static final int MIN_SIZE = 400; + private Logger logger = Logger.getLogger("com.horstmann.corejava"); + + public void start(Stage stage) throws IOException + { + if (System.getProperty("java.util.logging.config.class") == null + && System.getProperty("java.util.logging.config.file") == null) + { + try + { + logger.setLevel(Level.ALL); + final int LOG_ROTATION_COUNT = 10; + Handler handler = new FileHandler("%h/LoggingImageViewer.log", 0, + LOG_ROTATION_COUNT); + logger.addHandler(handler); + handler.setLevel(Level.ALL); + } + catch (IOException e) + { + logger.log(Level.SEVERE, "Can't create log file handler", e); + } + } + + BorderPane pane = new BorderPane(); + MenuBar bar = new MenuBar(); + pane.setTop(bar); + Menu fileMenu = new Menu("File"); + bar.getMenus().add(fileMenu); + MenuItem openItem = new MenuItem("Open"); + openItem.setOnAction(event -> load(stage, pane)); + MenuItem exitItem = new MenuItem("Exit"); + exitItem.setOnAction(event -> Platform.exit()); + fileMenu.getItems().addAll(openItem, exitItem); + stage.setScene(new Scene(pane, MIN_SIZE, MIN_SIZE)); + stage.setTitle("ImageViewer"); + + logger.addHandler(new WindowHandler(stage, Level.ALL)); + logger.fine("Showing stage"); + stage.show(); + } + + /** + * Loads an image. + * @param stage the stage above which to place the file chooser + * @param pane the pane into which to place the image view + */ + public void load(Stage stage, BorderPane pane) + { + logger.entering("LoggingImageViewerFrame", "load", + new Object[] { stage, pane }); + FileChooser fileChooser = new FileChooser(); + fileChooser.getExtensionFilters().addAll( + new ExtensionFilter("Image Files", "*.png", "*.jpg", "*.gif"), + new ExtensionFilter("All Files", "*.*")); + File file = fileChooser.showOpenDialog(stage); + logger.fine("Selected file: " + file); + if (file != null) + { + try + { + Path path = file.toPath(); + Image image = new Image(Files.newInputStream(path)); + pane.setCenter(new ImageView(image)); + } + catch (IOException e) + { + logger.log(Level.FINE, "File not found", e); + Alert alert = new Alert(AlertType.ERROR, + "Cannot open file."); + alert.showAndWait(); + } + } + logger.exiting("LoggingImageViewerFrame", "load"); + } +} + +/** + * A handler for displaying log records in a window. + */ +class WindowHandler extends StreamHandler +{ + public WindowHandler(Stage parent, Level level) + { + setLevel(level); + TextArea output = new TextArea(); + output.setEditable(false); + Stage stage = new Stage(); + stage.setScene(new Scene(output, 400, 200)); + stage.setTitle("Log messages"); + stage.setX(100); + stage.setY(100); + + stage.show(); + setOutputStream(new OutputStream() + { + public void write(int b) + { + // not called + } + + public void write(byte[] b, int off, int len) + { + output.appendText(new String(b, off, len)); + } + }); + } + + public void publish(LogRecord record) + { + super.publish(record); + flush(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/stackTrace/StackTraceTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/stackTrace/StackTraceTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6630867 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch07/stackTrace/StackTraceTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +package stackTrace; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * A program that displays a trace feature of a recursive method call. + * @version 1.10 2017-12-14 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class StackTraceTest +{ + /** + * Computes the factorial of a number + * @param n a non-negative integer + * @return n! = 1 * 2 * . . . * n + */ + public static int factorial(int n) + { + System.out.println("factorial(" + n + "):"); + var walker = StackWalker.getInstance(); + walker.forEach(System.out::println); + int r; + if (n <= 1) r = 1; + else r = n * factorial(n - 1); + System.out.println("return " + r); + return r; + } + + public static void main(String[] args) + { + try (var in = new Scanner(System.in)) + { + System.out.print("Enter n: "); + int n = in.nextInt(); + factorial(n); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/genericAlgorithms/GenericAlgorithms.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/genericAlgorithms/GenericAlgorithms.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4a4e8ad --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/genericAlgorithms/GenericAlgorithms.java" @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +package genericAlgorithms; + +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.function.*; + +/** + * @version 1.00 2015-05-21 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class GenericAlgorithms +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + Pair p = Pair.makePair(String::new); + System.out.println(p); + + p = Pair.makePair(String.class); + System.out.println(p); + + String[] ss = ArrayAlg.minmax("Tom", "Dick", "Harry"); + System.out.println(Arrays.toString(ss)); + + ss = ArrayAlg.minmax(String[]::new, "Tom", "Dick", "Harry"); + System.out.println(Arrays.toString(ss)); + } +} + +class ArrayAlg +{ + public static T[] minmax(IntFunction constr, T... a) + { + T[] mm = constr.apply(2); + T min = a[0]; + T max = a[0]; + for (int i = 1; i < a.length; i++) + { + if (min.compareTo(a[i]) > 0) min = a[i]; + if (max.compareTo(a[i]) < 0) max = a[i]; + } + return mm; + } + + public static T[] minmax(T... a) + { + T[] mm = (T[]) Array.newInstance(a.getClass().getComponentType(), 2); + T min = a[0]; + T max = a[0]; + for (int i = 1; i < a.length; i++) + { + if (min.compareTo(a[i]) > 0) min = a[i]; + if (max.compareTo(a[i]) < 0) max = a[i]; + } + return (T[]) mm; // compiles with warning + } +} + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/genericAlgorithms/Pair.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/genericAlgorithms/Pair.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d8c32da --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/genericAlgorithms/Pair.java" @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +package genericAlgorithms; + +import java.util.function.Supplier; + +/** + * @version 1.00 2004-05-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Pair +{ + private T first; + private T second; + + public Pair() { first = null; second = null; } + public Pair(T first, T second) { this.first = first; this.second = second; } + + public T getFirst() { return first; } + public T getSecond() { return second; } + + public void setFirst(T newValue) { first = newValue; } + public void setSecond(T newValue) { second = newValue; } + + public String toString() { return "(" + first + ", " + second + ")"; } + + public static Pair makePair(Supplier constr) + { + return new Pair<>(constr.get(), constr.get()); + } + + public static Pair makePair(Class cl) + { + try { + return new Pair<>(cl.getConstructor().newInstance(), + cl.getConstructor().newInstance()); + } + catch (Exception e) { return null; } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/genericReflection/GenericReflectionTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/genericReflection/GenericReflectionTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..09c07bd --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/genericReflection/GenericReflectionTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,119 @@ +package genericReflection; + +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * @version 1.12 2021-05-30 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class GenericReflectionTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + // read class name from command line args or user input + String name; + if (args.length > 0) name = args[0]; + else + { + try (var in = new Scanner(System.in)) + { + System.out.println("Enter class name (e.g., java.util.Collections): "); + name = in.next(); + } + } + + try + { + // print generic info for class and public methods + Class cl = Class.forName(name); + printClass(cl); + for (Method m : cl.getDeclaredMethods()) + printMethod(m); + } + catch (ClassNotFoundException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } + + public static void printClass(Class cl) + { + System.out.print(cl); + printTypes(cl.getTypeParameters(), "<", ", ", ">", true); + Type sc = cl.getGenericSuperclass(); + if (sc != null) + { + System.out.print(" extends "); + printType(sc, false); + } + printTypes(cl.getGenericInterfaces(), " implements ", ", ", "", false); + System.out.println(); + } + + public static void printMethod(Method m) + { + String name = m.getName(); + System.out.print(Modifier.toString(m.getModifiers())); + System.out.print(" "); + printTypes(m.getTypeParameters(), "<", ", ", "> ", true); + + printType(m.getGenericReturnType(), false); + System.out.print(" "); + System.out.print(name); + System.out.print("("); + printTypes(m.getGenericParameterTypes(), "", ", ", "", false); + System.out.println(")"); + } + + public static void printTypes(Type[] types, String pre, String sep, String suf, + boolean isDefinition) + { + if (pre.equals(" extends ") && Arrays.equals(types, new Type[] { Object.class })) + return; + if (types.length > 0) System.out.print(pre); + for (int i = 0; i < types.length; i++) + { + if (i > 0) System.out.print(sep); + printType(types[i], isDefinition); + } + if (types.length > 0) System.out.print(suf); + } + + public static void printType(Type type, boolean isDefinition) + { + if (type instanceof Class t) + { + System.out.print(t.getName()); + } + else if (type instanceof TypeVariable t) + { + System.out.print(t.getName()); + if (isDefinition) + printTypes(t.getBounds(), " extends ", " & ", "", false); + } + else if (type instanceof WildcardType t) + { + System.out.print("?"); + printTypes(t.getUpperBounds(), " extends ", " & ", "", false); + printTypes(t.getLowerBounds(), " super ", " & ", "", false); + } + else if (type instanceof ParameterizedType t) + { + Type owner = t.getOwnerType(); + if (owner != null) + { + printType(owner, false); + System.out.print("."); + } + printType(t.getRawType(), false); + printTypes(t.getActualTypeArguments(), "<", ", ", ">", false); + } + else if (type instanceof GenericArrayType t) + { + System.out.print(""); + printType(t.getGenericComponentType(), isDefinition); + System.out.print("[]"); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/genericReflection/TypeLiterals.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/genericReflection/TypeLiterals.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9798042 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/genericReflection/TypeLiterals.java" @@ -0,0 +1,152 @@ +package genericReflection; + +/** + @version 1.02 2021-05-30 + @author Cay Horstmann +*/ + +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.function.*; + +/** + * A type literal describes a type that can be generic, such as + * ArrayList. + */ +class TypeLiteral +{ + private Type type; + + /** + * This constructor must be invoked from an anonymous subclass + * as new TypeLiteral<. . .>(){}. + */ + public TypeLiteral() + { + Type parentType = getClass().getGenericSuperclass(); + if (parentType instanceof ParameterizedType paramType) + type = paramType.getActualTypeArguments()[0]; + else + throw new UnsupportedOperationException( + "Construct as new TypeLiteral<. . .>(){}"); + } + + private TypeLiteral(Type type) + { + this.type = type; + } + + /** + * Yields a type literal that describes the given type. + */ + public static TypeLiteral of(Type type) + { + return new TypeLiteral(type); + } + + public String toString() + { + if (type instanceof Class clazz) return clazz.getName(); + else return type.toString(); + } + + public boolean equals(Object otherObject) + { + return otherObject instanceof TypeLiteral otherLiteral + && type.equals(otherLiteral.type); + } + + public int hashCode() + { + return type.hashCode(); + } +} + +/** + * Formats objects, using rules that associate types with formatting functions. + */ +class Formatter +{ + private Map, Function> rules = new HashMap<>(); + + /** + * Add a formatting rule to this formatter. + * @param type the type to which this rule applies + * @param formatterForType the function that formats objects of this type + */ + public void forType(TypeLiteral type, Function formatterForType) + { + rules.put(type, formatterForType); + } + + /** + * Formats all fields of an object using the rules of this formatter. + * @param obj an object + * @return a string with all field names and formatted values + */ + public String formatFields(Object obj) + throws IllegalArgumentException, IllegalAccessException + { + var result = new StringBuilder(); + for (Field f : obj.getClass().getDeclaredFields()) + { + result.append(f.getName()); + result.append("="); + f.setAccessible(true); + Function formatterForType = rules.get(TypeLiteral.of(f.getGenericType())); + if (formatterForType != null) + { + // formatterForType has parameter type ?. Nothing can be passed to its apply + // method. Cast makes the parameter type to Object so we can invoke it. + @SuppressWarnings("unchecked") + Function objectFormatter + = (Function) formatterForType; + result.append(objectFormatter.apply(f.get(obj))); + } + else + result.append(f.get(obj).toString()); + result.append("\n"); + } + return result.toString(); + } +} + +public class TypeLiterals +{ + public static class Sample + { + ArrayList nums; + ArrayList chars; + ArrayList strings; + public Sample() + { + nums = new ArrayList<>(); + nums.add(42); nums.add(1729); + chars = new ArrayList<>(); + chars.add('H'); chars.add('i'); + strings = new ArrayList<>(); + strings.add("Hello"); strings.add("World"); + } + } + + private static String join(String separator, ArrayList elements) + { + var result = new StringBuilder(); + for (T e : elements) + { + if (result.length() > 0) result.append(separator); + result.append(e.toString()); + } + return result.toString(); + } + + public static void main(String[] args) throws Exception + { + var formatter = new Formatter(); + formatter.forType(new TypeLiteral>(){}, + lst -> join(" ", lst)); + formatter.forType(new TypeLiteral>(){}, + lst -> "\"" + join("", lst) + "\""); + System.out.println(formatter.formatFields(new Sample())); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/limitations/DefeatCheckedExceptionChecking.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/limitations/DefeatCheckedExceptionChecking.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..53973ee --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/limitations/DefeatCheckedExceptionChecking.java" @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +package limitations; + +interface Task +{ + void run() throws Exception; + + @SuppressWarnings("unchecked") + static void throwAs(Throwable t) throws T + { + throw (T) t; + } + + static Runnable asRunnable(Task task) + { + return () -> + { + try + { + task.run(); + } + catch (Exception e) + { + Task.throwAs(e); + } + }; + } +} + +public class DefeatCheckedExceptionChecking +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var thread = new Thread(Task.asRunnable(() -> + { + Thread.sleep(1000); + System.out.println("Hello, World!"); + throw new Exception("Check this out!"); + })); + thread.start(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/limitations/NoGenericArray.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/limitations/NoGenericArray.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..56257a3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/limitations/NoGenericArray.java" @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +package limitations; + +import java.util.*; + +public class NoGenericArray +{ + public static T[] minmax(T... a) + { + var mm = new Comparable[2]; + T min = a[0]; + T max = a[0]; + for (int i = 1; i < a.length; i++) + { + if (min.compareTo(a[i]) > 0) min = a[i]; + if (max.compareTo(a[i]) < 0) max = a[i]; + } + mm[0] = min; + mm[1] = max; + return (T[]) mm; // compiles with warning + } + + public static void main(String[] args) + { + String[] fl = minmax("Tom", "Dick", "Harry"); + System.out.println(Arrays.toString(fl)); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair1/Pair.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair1/Pair.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c7c5ce3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair1/Pair.java" @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +package pair1; + +/** + * @version 1.00 2004-05-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Pair +{ + private T first; + private T second; + + public Pair() { first = null; second = null; } + public Pair(T first, T second) { this.first = first; this.second = second; } + + public T getFirst() { return first; } + public T getSecond() { return second; } + + public void setFirst(T newValue) { first = newValue; } + public void setSecond(T newValue) { second = newValue; } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair1/PairTest1.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair1/PairTest1.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ccaaaf2 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair1/PairTest1.java" @@ -0,0 +1,37 @@ +package pair1; + +/** + * @version 1.01 2012-01-26 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class PairTest1 +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + String[] words = { "Mary", "had", "a", "little", "lamb" }; + Pair mm = ArrayAlg.minmax(words); + System.out.println("min = " + mm.getFirst()); + System.out.println("max = " + mm.getSecond()); + } +} + +class ArrayAlg +{ + /** + * Gets the minimum and maximum of an array of strings. + * @param a an array of strings + * @return a pair with the min and max values, or null if a is null or empty + */ + public static Pair minmax(String[] a) + { + if (a == null || a.length == 0) return null; + String min = a[0]; + String max = a[0]; + for (int i = 1; i < a.length; i++) + { + if (min.compareTo(a[i]) > 0) min = a[i]; + if (max.compareTo(a[i]) < 0) max = a[i]; + } + return new Pair<>(min, max); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair2/Pair.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair2/Pair.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b7f6387 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair2/Pair.java" @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +package pair2; + +/** + * @version 1.00 2004-05-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Pair +{ + private T first; + private T second; + + public Pair() { first = null; second = null; } + public Pair(T first, T second) { this.first = first; this.second = second; } + + public T getFirst() { return first; } + public T getSecond() { return second; } + + public void setFirst(T newValue) { first = newValue; } + public void setSecond(T newValue) { second = newValue; } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair2/PairTest2.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair2/PairTest2.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c97aa37 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair2/PairTest2.java" @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ +package pair2; + +import java.time.*; + +/** + * @version 1.02 2015-06-21 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class PairTest2 +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + LocalDate[] birthdays = + { + LocalDate.of(1906, 12, 9), // G. Hopper + LocalDate.of(1815, 12, 10), // A. Lovelace + LocalDate.of(1903, 12, 3), // J. von Neumann + LocalDate.of(1910, 6, 22), // K. Zuse + }; + Pair mm = ArrayAlg.minmax(birthdays); + System.out.println("min = " + mm.getFirst()); + System.out.println("max = " + mm.getSecond()); + } +} + +class ArrayAlg +{ + /** + Gets the minimum and maximum of an array of objects of type T. + @param a an array of objects of type T + @return a pair with the min and max values, or null if a is null or empty + */ + public static Pair minmax(T[] a) + { + if (a == null || a.length == 0) return null; + T min = a[0]; + T max = a[0]; + for (int i = 1; i < a.length; i++) + { + if (min.compareTo(a[i]) > 0) min = a[i]; + if (max.compareTo(a[i]) < 0) max = a[i]; + } + return new Pair<>(min, max); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair3/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair3/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..650b7e1 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair3/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,39 @@ +package pair3; + +import java.time.*; + +public class Employee +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + private LocalDate hireDay; + + public Employee(String name, double salary, int year, int month, int day) + { + this.name = name; + this.salary = salary; + hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public LocalDate getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } +} + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair3/Manager.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair3/Manager.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d898323 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair3/Manager.java" @@ -0,0 +1,35 @@ +package pair3; + +public class Manager extends Employee +{ + private double bonus; + + /** + @param name the employee's name + @param salary the salary + @param year the hire year + @param month the hire month + @param day the hire day + */ + public Manager(String name, double salary, int year, int month, int day) + { + super(name, salary, year, month, day); + bonus = 0; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + double baseSalary = super.getSalary(); + return baseSalary + bonus; + } + + public void setBonus(double b) + { + bonus = b; + } + + public double getBonus() + { + return bonus; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair3/Pair.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair3/Pair.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e69599a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair3/Pair.java" @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +package pair3; + +/** + * @version 1.00 2004-05-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Pair +{ + private T first; + private T second; + + public Pair() { first = null; second = null; } + public Pair(T first, T second) { this.first = first; this.second = second; } + + public T getFirst() { return first; } + public T getSecond() { return second; } + + public void setFirst(T newValue) { first = newValue; } + public void setSecond(T newValue) { second = newValue; } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair3/PairTest3.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair3/PairTest3.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..86fb3e7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch08/pair3/PairTest3.java" @@ -0,0 +1,73 @@ +package pair3; + +/** + * @version 1.01 2012-01-26 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class PairTest3 +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var ceo = new Manager("Gus Greedy", 800000, 2003, 12, 15); + var cfo = new Manager("Sid Sneaky", 600000, 2003, 12, 15); + var buddies = new Pair(ceo, cfo); + printBuddies(buddies); + + ceo.setBonus(1000000); + cfo.setBonus(500000); + Manager[] managers = { ceo, cfo }; + + var result = new Pair(); + minmaxBonus(managers, result); + System.out.println("first: " + result.getFirst().getName() + + ", second: " + result.getSecond().getName()); + maxminBonus(managers, result); + System.out.println("first: " + result.getFirst().getName() + + ", second: " + result.getSecond().getName()); + } + + public static void printBuddies(Pair p) + { + Employee first = p.getFirst(); + Employee second = p.getSecond(); + System.out.println(first.getName() + " and " + second.getName() + " are buddies."); + } + + public static void minmaxBonus(Manager[] a, Pair result) + { + if (a.length == 0) return; + Manager min = a[0]; + Manager max = a[0]; + for (int i = 1; i < a.length; i++) + { + if (min.getBonus() > a[i].getBonus()) min = a[i]; + if (max.getBonus() < a[i].getBonus()) max = a[i]; + } + result.setFirst(min); + result.setSecond(max); + } + + public static void maxminBonus(Manager[] a, Pair result) + { + minmaxBonus(a, result); + PairAlg.swapHelper(result); // OK--swapHelper captures wildcard type + } + // can't write public static . . . +} + +class PairAlg +{ + public static boolean hasNulls(Pair p) + { + return p.getFirst() == null || p.getSecond() == null; + } + + public static void swap(Pair p) { swapHelper(p); } + + public static void swapHelper(Pair p) + { + T t = p.getFirst(); + p.setFirst(p.getSecond()); + p.setSecond(t); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/cay.jpg" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/cay.jpg" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a84947f Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/cay.jpg" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/circularArrayQueue/CircularArrayQueueTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/circularArrayQueue/CircularArrayQueueTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8ac9c13 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/circularArrayQueue/CircularArrayQueueTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,123 @@ +package circularArrayQueue; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates how to extend the collections framework. + * @version 1.22 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CircularArrayQueueTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var q = new CircularArrayQueue(5); + q.add("Amy"); + q.add("Bob"); + q.add("Carl"); + q.add("Deedee"); + q.add("Emile"); + q.remove(); + q.add("Fifi"); + q.remove(); + for (String s : q) System.out.println(s); + } +} + +/** + A first-in, first-out bounded collection. +*/ +class CircularArrayQueue extends AbstractQueue +{ + private Object[] elements; + private int head; + private int tail; + private int count; + private int modcount; + + /** + Constructs an empty queue. + @param capacity the maximum capacity of the queue + */ + public CircularArrayQueue(int capacity) + { + elements = new Object[capacity]; + count = 0; + head = 0; + tail = 0; + } + + public boolean offer(E newElement) + { + assert newElement != null; + if (count < elements.length) + { + elements[tail] = newElement; + tail = (tail + 1) % elements.length; + count++; + modcount++; + return true; + } + else + return false; + } + + public E poll() + { + if (count == 0) return null; + E r = peek(); + head = (head + 1) % elements.length; + count--; + modcount++; + return r; + } + + @SuppressWarnings("unchecked") + public E peek() + { + if (count == 0) return null; + return (E) elements[head]; + } + + public int size() + { + return count; + } + + public Iterator iterator() + { + return new QueueIterator(); + } + + private class QueueIterator implements Iterator + { + private int offset; + private int modcountAtConstruction; + + public QueueIterator() + { + modcountAtConstruction = modcount; + } + + @SuppressWarnings("unchecked") + public E next() + { + if (!hasNext()) throw new NoSuchElementException(); + var r = (E) elements[(head + offset) % elements.length]; + offset++; + return r; + } + + public boolean hasNext() + { + if (modcount != modcountAtConstruction) + throw new ConcurrentModificationException(); + return offset < count; + } + + public void remove() + { + throw new UnsupportedOperationException(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/cup.png" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/cup.png" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f5273e9 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/cup.png" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/duke.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/duke.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..94d85c2 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/duke.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/linkedList/LinkedListTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/linkedList/LinkedListTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8b0b903 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/linkedList/LinkedListTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +package linkedList; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates operations on linked lists. + * @version 1.12 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class LinkedListTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var a = new LinkedList(); + a.add("Amy"); + a.add("Carl"); + a.add("Erica"); + + var b = new LinkedList(); + b.add("Bob"); + b.add("Doug"); + b.add("Frances"); + b.add("Gloria"); + + // merge the words from b into a + + ListIterator aIter = a.listIterator(); + Iterator bIter = b.iterator(); + + while (bIter.hasNext()) + { + if (aIter.hasNext()) aIter.next(); + aIter.add(bIter.next()); + } + + System.out.println(a); + + // remove every second word from b + + bIter = b.iterator(); + while (bIter.hasNext()) + { + bIter.next(); // skip one element + if (bIter.hasNext()) + { + bIter.next(); // skip next element + bIter.remove(); // remove that element + } + } + + System.out.println(b); + + // bulk operation: remove all words in b from a + + a.removeAll(b); + + System.out.println(a); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/map/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/map/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cc56ebd --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/map/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +package map; + +/** + * A minimalist employee class for testing purposes. + */ +public class Employee +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + + /** + * Constructs an employee with $0 salary. + * @param n the employee name + */ + public Employee(String name) + { + this.name = name; + salary = 0; + } + + public String toString() + { + return "[name=" + name + ", salary=" + salary + "]"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/map/MapTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/map/MapTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..626bb1f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/map/MapTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +package map; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the use of a map with key type String and value type Employee. + * @version 1.12 2015-06-21 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class MapTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var staff = new HashMap(); + staff.put("144-25-5464", new Employee("Amy Lee")); + staff.put("567-24-2546", new Employee("Harry Hacker")); + staff.put("157-62-7935", new Employee("Gary Cooper")); + staff.put("456-62-5527", new Employee("Francesca Cruz")); + + // print all entries + + System.out.println(staff); + + // remove an entry + + staff.remove("567-24-2546"); + + // replace an entry + + staff.put("456-62-5527", new Employee("Francesca Miller")); + + // look up a value + + System.out.println(staff.get("157-62-7935")); + + // iterate through all entries + + staff.forEach((k, v) -> + System.out.println("key=" + k + ", value=" + v)); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/priorityQueue/PriorityQueueTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/priorityQueue/PriorityQueueTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c4999c3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/priorityQueue/PriorityQueueTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +package priorityQueue; + +import java.util.*; +import java.time.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the use of a priority queue. + * @version 1.02 2015-06-20 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class PriorityQueueTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var pq = new PriorityQueue(); + pq.add(LocalDate.of(1906, 12, 9)); // G. Hopper + pq.add(LocalDate.of(1815, 12, 10)); // A. Lovelace + pq.add(LocalDate.of(1903, 12, 3)); // J. von Neumann + pq.add(LocalDate.of(1910, 6, 22)); // K. Zuse + + System.out.println("Iterating over elements . . ."); + for (LocalDate date : pq) + System.out.println(date); + System.out.println("Removing elements . . ."); + while (!pq.isEmpty()) + System.out.println(pq.remove()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/properties/ImageViewer.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/properties/ImageViewer.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..890f0b1 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/properties/ImageViewer.java" @@ -0,0 +1,133 @@ +package properties; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.util.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A program to test properties. The program remembers the frame position, size, + * and last selected file. + * @version 1.10 2018-03-15 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ImageViewer +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new ImageViewerFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ImageViewer"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * An image viewer that restores position and size from a properties file + * and updates the properties upon exit. + */ +class ImageViewerFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + private File propertiesFile; + private Properties settings; + private String image; + private JLabel label = new JLabel(); + + public ImageViewerFrame() + { + // get position, size, title from properties + + String userDir = System.getProperty("user.home"); + var propertiesDir = new File(userDir, ".corejava"); + if (!propertiesDir.exists()) propertiesDir.mkdir(); + propertiesFile = new File(propertiesDir, "ImageViewer.properties"); + + var defaultSettings = new Properties(); + defaultSettings.setProperty("left", "0"); + defaultSettings.setProperty("top", "0"); + defaultSettings.setProperty("width", "" + DEFAULT_WIDTH); + defaultSettings.setProperty("height", "" + DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + defaultSettings.setProperty("title", ""); + + settings = new Properties(defaultSettings); + + if (propertiesFile.exists()) + try (var in = new FileInputStream(propertiesFile)) + { + settings.load(in); + } + catch (IOException ex) + { + ex.printStackTrace(); + } + + int left = Integer.parseInt(settings.getProperty("left")); + int top = Integer.parseInt(settings.getProperty("top")); + int width = Integer.parseInt(settings.getProperty("width")); + int height = Integer.parseInt(settings.getProperty("height")); + setBounds(left, top, width, height); + image = settings.getProperty("image"); + if (image != null) label.setIcon(new ImageIcon(image)); + + addWindowListener(new WindowAdapter() + { + public void windowClosing(WindowEvent event) + { + settings.setProperty("left", "" + (int) getX()); + settings.setProperty("top", "" + (int) getY()); + settings.setProperty("width", "" + (int) getWidth()); + settings.setProperty("height", "" + (int) getHeight()); + if (image != null) + settings.setProperty("image", image); + try (var out = new FileWriter(propertiesFile, StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + settings.store(out, "Program Properties"); + } + catch (IOException ex) + { + ex.printStackTrace(); + } + System.exit(0); + } + }); + + // use a label to display the images + add(label); + + // set up the file chooser + var chooser = new JFileChooser(); + chooser.setCurrentDirectory(new File(".")); + + // set up the menu bar + var menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + + var menu = new JMenu("File"); + menuBar.add(menu); + + var openItem = new JMenuItem("Open"); + menu.add(openItem); + openItem.addActionListener(event -> { + // show file chooser dialog + int result = chooser.showOpenDialog(null); + + // if file selected, set it as icon of the label + if (result == JFileChooser.APPROVE_OPTION) + { + image = chooser.getSelectedFile().getPath(); + label.setIcon(new ImageIcon(image)); + } + }); + + var exitItem = new JMenuItem("Exit"); + menu.add(exitItem); + exitItem.addActionListener(event -> System.exit(0)); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/set/SetTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/set/SetTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0600670 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/set/SetTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,35 @@ +package set; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program uses a set to print all unique words in System.in. + * @version 1.12 2015-06-21 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class SetTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var words = new HashSet(); + long totalTime = 0; + + try (var in = new Scanner(System.in)) + { + while (in.hasNext()) + { + String word = in.next(); + long callTime = System.currentTimeMillis(); + words.add(word); + callTime = System.currentTimeMillis() - callTime; + totalTime += callTime; + } + } + + Iterator iter = words.iterator(); + for (int i = 1; i <= 20 && iter.hasNext(); i++) + System.out.println(iter.next()); + System.out.println(". . ."); + System.out.println(words.size() + " distinct words. " + totalTime + " milliseconds."); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/shuffle/ShuffleTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/shuffle/ShuffleTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c68c328 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/shuffle/ShuffleTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +package shuffle; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the random shuffle and sort algorithms. + * @version 1.12 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ShuffleTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var numbers = new ArrayList(); + for (int i = 1; i <= 49; i++) + numbers.add(i); + Collections.shuffle(numbers); + List winningCombination = numbers.subList(0, 6); + Collections.sort(winningCombination); + System.out.println(winningCombination); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/sieve/Sieve.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/sieve/Sieve.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6731318 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/sieve/Sieve.java" @@ -0,0 +1,39 @@ +package sieve; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program runs the Sieve of Erathostenes benchmark. It computes all primes + * up to 2,000,000. + * @version 1.22 2021-06-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Sieve +{ + public static void main(String[] s) + { + int n = 2000000; + long start = System.currentTimeMillis(); + var bitSet = new BitSet(n + 1); + int i; + for (i = 2; i <= n; i++) + bitSet.set(i); + i = 2; + while (i * i <= n) + { + if (bitSet.get(i)) + { + int k = i * i; + while (k <= n) + { + bitSet.clear(k); + k += i; + } + } + i++; + } + long end = System.currentTimeMillis(); + System.out.println(bitSet.cardinality() + " primes"); + System.out.println((end - start) + " milliseconds"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/sieve/sieve" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/sieve/sieve" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8436cfd Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/sieve/sieve" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/sieve/sieve.cpp" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/sieve/sieve.cpp" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0ce74fd --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/sieve/sieve.cpp" @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +/** + * @version 1.22 2021-06-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ + +#include +#include +#include + +using namespace std; + +int main() +{ + const int N = 2000000; + clock_t cstart = clock(); + + bitset b; + int i; + for (i = 2; i <= N; i++) + b.set(i); + i = 2; + while (i * i <= N) + { + if (b.test(i)) + { + int k = i * i; + while (k <= N) + { + b.reset(k); + k += i; + } + } + i++; + } + + clock_t cend = clock(); + double millis = 1000.0 * (cend - cstart) / CLOCKS_PER_SEC; + + cout << b.count() << " primes\n" << millis << " milliseconds\n"; + + return 0; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/treeSet/Item.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/treeSet/Item.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e9e2b40 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/treeSet/Item.java" @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +package treeSet; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * An item with a description and a part number. + */ +public class Item implements Comparable +{ + private String description; + private int partNumber; + + /** + * Constructs an item. + * @param aDescription the item's description + * @param aPartNumber the item's part number + */ + public Item(String aDescription, int aPartNumber) + { + description = aDescription; + partNumber = aPartNumber; + } + + /** + * Gets the description of this item. + * @return the description + */ + public String getDescription() + { + return description; + } + + public String toString() + { + return "[description=" + description + ", partNumber=" + partNumber + "]"; + } + + public boolean equals(Object otherObject) + { + if (this == otherObject) return true; + if (otherObject == null) return false; + if (getClass() != otherObject.getClass()) return false; + var other = (Item) otherObject; + return Objects.equals(description, other.description) && partNumber == other.partNumber; + } + + public int hashCode() + { + return Objects.hash(description, partNumber); + } + + public int compareTo(Item other) + { + int diff = Integer.compare(partNumber, other.partNumber); + return diff != 0 ? diff : description.compareTo(other.description); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/treeSet/TreeSetTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/treeSet/TreeSetTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dddcf6c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch09/treeSet/TreeSetTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +package treeSet; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program sorts a set of Item objects by comparing their descriptions. + * @version 1.13 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class TreeSetTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var parts = new TreeSet(); + parts.add(new Item("Toaster", 1234)); + parts.add(new Item("Widget", 4562)); + parts.add(new Item("Modem", 9912)); + System.out.println(parts); + + var sortByDescription = new TreeSet(Comparator.comparing(Item::getDescription)); + + sortByDescription.addAll(parts); + System.out.println(sortByDescription); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/action/ActionFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/action/ActionFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e8ef3a5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/action/ActionFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,71 @@ +package action; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame with a panel that demonstrates color change actions. + */ +public class ActionFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JPanel buttonPanel; + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + public ActionFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + + // define actions + var yellowAction = new ColorAction("Yellow", new ImageIcon("yellow-ball.gif"), + Color.YELLOW); + var blueAction = new ColorAction("Blue", new ImageIcon("blue-ball.gif"), Color.BLUE); + var redAction = new ColorAction("Red", new ImageIcon("red-ball.gif"), Color.RED); + + // add buttons for these actions + buttonPanel.add(new JButton(yellowAction)); + buttonPanel.add(new JButton(blueAction)); + buttonPanel.add(new JButton(redAction)); + + // add panel to frame + add(buttonPanel); + + // associate the Y, B, and R keys with names + InputMap inputMap = buttonPanel.getInputMap(JComponent.WHEN_ANCESTOR_OF_FOCUSED_COMPONENT); + inputMap.put(KeyStroke.getKeyStroke("ctrl Y"), "panel.yellow"); + inputMap.put(KeyStroke.getKeyStroke("ctrl B"), "panel.blue"); + inputMap.put(KeyStroke.getKeyStroke("ctrl R"), "panel.red"); + + // associate the names with actions + ActionMap actionMap = buttonPanel.getActionMap(); + actionMap.put("panel.yellow", yellowAction); + actionMap.put("panel.blue", blueAction); + actionMap.put("panel.red", redAction); + } + + public class ColorAction extends AbstractAction + { + /** + * Constructs a color action. + * @param name the name to show on the button + * @param icon the icon to display on the button + * @param c the background color + */ + public ColorAction(String name, Icon icon, Color c) + { + putValue(Action.NAME, name); + putValue(Action.SMALL_ICON, icon); + putValue(Action.SHORT_DESCRIPTION, "Set panel color to " + name.toLowerCase()); + putValue("color", c); + } + + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + var color = (Color) getValue("color"); + buttonPanel.setBackground(color); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/action/ActionTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/action/ActionTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bbf7331 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/action/ActionTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package action; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.34 2015-06-12 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ActionTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new ActionFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ActionTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/blue-ball.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/blue-ball.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..edc29b7 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/blue-ball.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/button/ButtonFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/button/ButtonFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..588059c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/button/ButtonFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,63 @@ +package button; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame with a button panel. + */ +public class ButtonFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JPanel buttonPanel; + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + public ButtonFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + // create buttons + var yellowButton = new JButton("Yellow"); + var blueButton = new JButton("Blue"); + var redButton = new JButton("Red"); + + buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + + // add buttons to panel + buttonPanel.add(yellowButton); + buttonPanel.add(blueButton); + buttonPanel.add(redButton); + + // add panel to frame + add(buttonPanel); + + // create button actions + var yellowAction = new ColorAction(Color.YELLOW); + var blueAction = new ColorAction(Color.BLUE); + var redAction = new ColorAction(Color.RED); + + // associate actions with buttons + yellowButton.addActionListener(yellowAction); + blueButton.addActionListener(blueAction); + redButton.addActionListener(redAction); + } + + /** + * An action listener that sets the panel's background color. + */ + private class ColorAction implements ActionListener + { + private Color backgroundColor; + + public ColorAction(Color c) + { + backgroundColor = c; + } + + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + buttonPanel.setBackground(backgroundColor); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/button/ButtonTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/button/ButtonTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..66115e0 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/button/ButtonTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package button; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.35 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ButtonTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new ButtonFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ButtonTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/cay.jpg" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/cay.jpg" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a84947f Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/cay.jpg" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/cup.png" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/cup.png" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f5273e9 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/cup.png" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/draw/DrawTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/draw/DrawTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bebf946 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/draw/DrawTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +package draw; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.34 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class DrawTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new DrawFrame(); + frame.setTitle("DrawTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * A frame that contains a panel with drawings. + */ +class DrawFrame extends JFrame +{ + public DrawFrame() + { + add(new DrawComponent()); + pack(); + } +} + +/** + * A component that displays rectangles and ellipses. + */ +class DrawComponent extends JComponent +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 400; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 400; + + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + + // draw a rectangle + + double leftX = 100; + double topY = 100; + double width = 200; + double height = 150; + + var rect = new Rectangle2D.Double(leftX, topY, width, height); + g2.draw(rect); + + // draw the enclosed ellipse + + var ellipse = new Ellipse2D.Double(); + ellipse.setFrame(rect); + g2.draw(ellipse); + + // draw a diagonal line + + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(leftX, topY, leftX + width, topY + height)); + + // draw a circle with the same center + + double centerX = rect.getCenterX(); + double centerY = rect.getCenterY(); + double radius = 150; + + var circle = new Ellipse2D.Double(); + circle.setFrameFromCenter(centerX, centerY, centerX + radius, centerY + radius); + g2.draw(circle); + } + + public Dimension getPreferredSize() + { + return new Dimension(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/duke.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/duke.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..94d85c2 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/duke.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/font/FontTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/font/FontTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c301bc5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/font/FontTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +package font; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.font.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.35 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class FontTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new FontFrame(); + frame.setTitle("FontTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * A frame with a text message component. + */ +class FontFrame extends JFrame +{ + public FontFrame() + { + add(new FontComponent()); + pack(); + } +} + +/** + * A component that shows a centered message in a box. + */ +class FontComponent extends JComponent +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + + String message = "Hello, World!"; + + var f = new Font("Serif", Font.BOLD, 36); + g2.setFont(f); + + // measure the size of the message + + FontRenderContext context = g2.getFontRenderContext(); + Rectangle2D bounds = f.getStringBounds(message, context); + + // set (x,y) = top left corner of text + + double x = (getWidth() - bounds.getWidth()) / 2; + double y = (getHeight() - bounds.getHeight()) / 2; + + // add ascent to y to reach the baseline + + double ascent = -bounds.getY(); + double baseY = y + ascent; + + // draw the message + + g2.drawString(message, (int) x, (int) baseY); + + g2.setPaint(Color.LIGHT_GRAY); + + // draw the baseline + + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(x, baseY, x + bounds.getWidth(), baseY)); + + // draw the enclosing rectangle + + var rect = new Rectangle2D.Double(x, y, bounds.getWidth(), bounds.getHeight()); + g2.draw(rect); + } + + public Dimension getPreferredSize() + { + return new Dimension(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/listFonts/ListFonts.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/listFonts/ListFonts.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a534825 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/listFonts/ListFonts.java" @@ -0,0 +1,19 @@ +package listFonts; + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + * @version 1.11 2004-06-05 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ListFonts +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + String[] fontNames = GraphicsEnvironment.getLocalGraphicsEnvironment() + .getAvailableFontFamilyNames(); + + for (String fontName : fontNames) + System.out.println(fontName); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/mouse/MouseComponent.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/mouse/MouseComponent.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5bcce80 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/mouse/MouseComponent.java" @@ -0,0 +1,125 @@ +package mouse; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import java.util.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A component with mouse operations for adding and removing squares. + */ +public class MouseComponent extends JComponent +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + private static final int SIDELENGTH = 10; + private ArrayList squares; + private Rectangle2D current; // the square containing the mouse cursor + + public MouseComponent() + { + squares = new ArrayList<>(); + current = null; + + addMouseListener(new MouseHandler()); + addMouseMotionListener(new MouseMotionHandler()); + } + + public Dimension getPreferredSize() + { + return new Dimension(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + } + + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + + // draw all squares + for (Rectangle2D r : squares) + g2.draw(r); + } + + /** + * Finds the first square containing a point. + * @param p a point + * @return the first square that contains p + */ + public Rectangle2D find(Point2D p) + { + for (Rectangle2D r : squares) + { + if (r.contains(p)) return r; + } + return null; + } + + /** + * Adds a square to the collection. + * @param p the center of the square + */ + public void add(Point2D p) + { + double x = p.getX(); + double y = p.getY(); + + current = new Rectangle2D.Double(x - SIDELENGTH / 2, y - SIDELENGTH / 2, + SIDELENGTH, SIDELENGTH); + squares.add(current); + repaint(); + } + + /** + * Removes a square from the collection. + * @param s the square to remove + */ + public void remove(Rectangle2D s) + { + if (s == null) return; + if (s == current) current = null; + squares.remove(s); + repaint(); + } + + private class MouseHandler extends MouseAdapter + { + public void mousePressed(MouseEvent event) + { + // add a new square if the cursor isn't inside a square + current = find(event.getPoint()); + if (current == null) add(event.getPoint()); + } + + public void mouseClicked(MouseEvent event) + { + // remove the current square if double clicked + current = find(event.getPoint()); + if (current != null && event.getClickCount() >= 2) remove(current); + } + } + + private class MouseMotionHandler implements MouseMotionListener + { + public void mouseMoved(MouseEvent event) + { + // set the mouse cursor to cross hairs if it is inside a rectangle + + if (find(event.getPoint()) == null) setCursor(Cursor.getDefaultCursor()); + else setCursor(Cursor.getPredefinedCursor(Cursor.CROSSHAIR_CURSOR)); + } + + public void mouseDragged(MouseEvent event) + { + if (current != null) + { + int x = event.getX(); + int y = event.getY(); + + // drag the current rectangle to center it at (x, y) + current.setFrame(x - SIDELENGTH / 2, y - SIDELENGTH / 2, SIDELENGTH, SIDELENGTH); + repaint(); + } + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/mouse/MouseFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/mouse/MouseFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6fd89e6 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/mouse/MouseFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +package mouse; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame containing a panel for testing mouse operations + */ +public class MouseFrame extends JFrame +{ + public MouseFrame() + { + add(new MouseComponent()); + pack(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/mouse/MouseTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/mouse/MouseTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7186a4b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/mouse/MouseTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package mouse; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.35 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class MouseTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new MouseFrame(); + frame.setTitle("MouseTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/notHelloWorld/NotHelloWorld.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/notHelloWorld/NotHelloWorld.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..18b938d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/notHelloWorld/NotHelloWorld.java" @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +package notHelloWorld; + +import javax.swing.*; +import java.awt.*; + +/** + * @version 1.34 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class NotHelloWorld +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new NotHelloWorldFrame(); + frame.setTitle("NotHelloWorld"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * A frame that contains a message panel. + */ +class NotHelloWorldFrame extends JFrame +{ + public NotHelloWorldFrame() + { + add(new NotHelloWorldComponent()); + pack(); + } +} + +/** + * A component that displays a message. + */ +class NotHelloWorldComponent extends JComponent +{ + public static final int MESSAGE_X = 75; + public static final int MESSAGE_Y = 100; + + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + g.drawString("Not a Hello, World program", MESSAGE_X, MESSAGE_Y); + } + + public Dimension getPreferredSize() + { + return new Dimension(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/preferences/ImageViewer.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/preferences/ImageViewer.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1ef02eb --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/preferences/ImageViewer.java" @@ -0,0 +1,98 @@ +package preferences; + +import java.awt.EventQueue; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.util.prefs.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A program to test preference settings. The program remembers the + * frame position, size, and last selected file. + * @version 1.10 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ImageViewer +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new ImageViewerFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ImageViewer"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * An image viewer that restores position, size, and image from user + * preferences and updates the preferences upon exit. + */ +class ImageViewerFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + private String image; + + public ImageViewerFrame() + { + Preferences root = Preferences.userRoot(); + Preferences node = root.node("/com/horstmann/corejava/ImageViewer"); + // get position, size, title from properties + int left = node.getInt("left", 0); + int top = node.getInt("top", 0); + int width = node.getInt("width", DEFAULT_WIDTH); + int height = node.getInt("height", DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + setBounds(left, top, width, height); + image = node.get("image", null); + var label = new JLabel(); + if (image != null) label.setIcon(new ImageIcon(image)); + + addWindowListener(new WindowAdapter() + { + public void windowClosing(WindowEvent event) + { + node.putInt("left", getX()); + node.putInt("top", getY()); + node.putInt("width", getWidth()); + node.putInt("height", getHeight()); + if (image != null) node.put("image", image); + } + }); + + // use a label to display the images + add(label); + + // set up the file chooser + var chooser = new JFileChooser(); + chooser.setCurrentDirectory(new File(".")); + + // set up the menu bar + var menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + + var menu = new JMenu("File"); + menuBar.add(menu); + + var openItem = new JMenuItem("Open"); + menu.add(openItem); + openItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + // show file chooser dialog + int result = chooser.showOpenDialog(null); + + // if file selected, set it as icon of the label + if (result == JFileChooser.APPROVE_OPTION) + { + image = chooser.getSelectedFile().getPath(); + label.setIcon(new ImageIcon(image)); + } + }); + + var exitItem = new JMenuItem("Exit"); + menu.add(exitItem); + exitItem.addActionListener(event -> System.exit(0)); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/red-ball.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/red-ball.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dca9296 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/red-ball.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/simpleFrame/SimpleFrameTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/simpleFrame/SimpleFrameTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..32c0f3f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/simpleFrame/SimpleFrameTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,32 @@ +package simpleFrame; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.34 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class SimpleFrameTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new SimpleFrame(); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +class SimpleFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + public SimpleFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/sizedFrame/SizedFrameTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/sizedFrame/SizedFrameTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..66fa1a5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/sizedFrame/SizedFrameTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ +package sizedFrame; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.35 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class SizedFrameTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new SizedFrame(); + frame.setTitle("SizedFrame"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +class SizedFrame extends JFrame +{ + public SizedFrame() + { + // get screen dimensions + + Toolkit kit = Toolkit.getDefaultToolkit(); + Dimension screenSize = kit.getScreenSize(); + int screenHeight = screenSize.height; + int screenWidth = screenSize.width; + + // set frame width, height and let platform pick screen location + + setSize(screenWidth / 2, screenHeight / 2); + setLocationByPlatform(true); + + // set frame icon + + Image img = new ImageIcon("icon.gif").getImage(); + setIconImage(img); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/yellow-ball.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/yellow-ball.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2b8c0bb Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch10/yellow-ball.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/ace.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/ace.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..245dc24 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/ace.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/blue-ball.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/blue-ball.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..edc29b7 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/blue-ball.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/border/BorderFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/border/BorderFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d15d4ad --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/border/BorderFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +package border; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.border.*; + +/** + * A frame with radio buttons to pick a border style. + */ +public class BorderFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JPanel demoPanel; + private JPanel buttonPanel; + private ButtonGroup group; + + public BorderFrame() + { + demoPanel = new JPanel(); + buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + group = new ButtonGroup(); + + addRadioButton("Lowered bevel", BorderFactory.createLoweredBevelBorder()); + addRadioButton("Raised bevel", BorderFactory.createRaisedBevelBorder()); + addRadioButton("Etched", BorderFactory.createEtchedBorder()); + addRadioButton("Line", BorderFactory.createLineBorder(Color.BLUE)); + addRadioButton("Matte", BorderFactory.createMatteBorder(10, 10, 10, 10, Color.BLUE)); + addRadioButton("Empty", BorderFactory.createEmptyBorder()); + + Border etched = BorderFactory.createEtchedBorder(); + Border titled = BorderFactory.createTitledBorder(etched, "Border types"); + buttonPanel.setBorder(titled); + + setLayout(new GridLayout(2, 1)); + add(buttonPanel); + add(demoPanel); + pack(); + } + + public void addRadioButton(String buttonName, Border b) + { + var button = new JRadioButton(buttonName); + button.addActionListener(event -> demoPanel.setBorder(b)); + group.add(button); + buttonPanel.add(button); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/border/BorderTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/border/BorderTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e4faa1d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/border/BorderTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package border; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.35 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class BorderTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new BorderFrame(); + frame.setTitle("BorderTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/calculator/Calculator.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/calculator/Calculator.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f163851 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/calculator/Calculator.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package calculator; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.35 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Calculator +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new CalculatorFrame(); + frame.setTitle("Calculator"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/calculator/CalculatorFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/calculator/CalculatorFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..15e35c9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/calculator/CalculatorFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +package calculator; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame with a calculator panel. + */ +public class CalculatorFrame extends JFrame +{ + public CalculatorFrame() + { + add(new CalculatorPanel()); + pack(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/calculator/CalculatorPanel.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/calculator/CalculatorPanel.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1a052e6 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/calculator/CalculatorPanel.java" @@ -0,0 +1,132 @@ +package calculator; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A panel with calculator buttons and a result display. + */ +public class CalculatorPanel extends JPanel +{ + private JButton display; + private JPanel panel; + private double result; + private String lastCommand; + private boolean start; + + public CalculatorPanel() + { + setLayout(new BorderLayout()); + + result = 0; + lastCommand = "="; + start = true; + + // add the display + + display = new JButton("0"); + display.setEnabled(false); + add(display, BorderLayout.NORTH); + + var insert = new InsertAction(); + var command = new CommandAction(); + + // add the buttons in a 4 x 4 grid + + panel = new JPanel(); + panel.setLayout(new GridLayout(4, 4)); + + addButton("7", insert); + addButton("8", insert); + addButton("9", insert); + addButton("/", command); + + addButton("4", insert); + addButton("5", insert); + addButton("6", insert); + addButton("*", command); + + addButton("1", insert); + addButton("2", insert); + addButton("3", insert); + addButton("-", command); + + addButton("0", insert); + addButton(".", insert); + addButton("=", command); + addButton("+", command); + + add(panel, BorderLayout.CENTER); + } + + /** + * Adds a button to the center panel. + * @param label the button label + * @param listener the button listener + */ + private void addButton(String label, ActionListener listener) + { + var button = new JButton(label); + button.addActionListener(listener); + panel.add(button); + } + + /** + * This action inserts the button action string to the end of the display text. + */ + private class InsertAction implements ActionListener + { + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + String input = event.getActionCommand(); + if (start) + { + display.setText(""); + start = false; + } + display.setText(display.getText() + input); + } + } + + /** + * This action executes the command that the button action string denotes. + */ + private class CommandAction implements ActionListener + { + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + String command = event.getActionCommand(); + + if (start) + { + if (command.equals("-")) + { + display.setText(command); + start = false; + } + else lastCommand = command; + } + else + { + calculate(Double.parseDouble(display.getText())); + lastCommand = command; + start = true; + } + } + } + + /** + * Carries out the pending calculation. + * @param x the value to be accumulated with the prior result. + */ + public void calculate(double x) + { + if (lastCommand.equals("+")) result += x; + else if (lastCommand.equals("-")) result -= x; + else if (lastCommand.equals("*")) result *= x; + else if (lastCommand.equals("/")) result /= x; + else if (lastCommand.equals("=")) result = x; + display.setText("" + result); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/checkBox/CheckBoxFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/checkBox/CheckBoxFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..152ecb0 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/checkBox/CheckBoxFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +package checkBox; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame with a sample text label and check boxes for selecting font + * attributes. + */ +public class CheckBoxFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JLabel label; + private JCheckBox bold; + private JCheckBox italic; + private static final int FONTSIZE = 24; + + public CheckBoxFrame() + { + // add the sample text label + + label = new JLabel("The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog."); + label.setFont(new Font("Serif", Font.BOLD, FONTSIZE)); + add(label, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + // this listener sets the font attribute of + // the label to the check box state + + ActionListener listener = event -> + { + int mode = 0; + if (bold.isSelected()) mode += Font.BOLD; + if (italic.isSelected()) mode += Font.ITALIC; + label.setFont(new Font("Serif", mode, FONTSIZE)); + }; + + // add the check boxes + var buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + + bold = new JCheckBox("Bold"); + bold.addActionListener(listener); + bold.setSelected(true); + buttonPanel.add(bold); + + italic = new JCheckBox("Italic"); + italic.addActionListener(listener); + buttonPanel.add(italic); + + add(buttonPanel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + pack(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/checkBox/CheckBoxTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/checkBox/CheckBoxTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..01276e6 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/checkBox/CheckBoxTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package checkBox; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.35 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CheckBoxTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new CheckBoxFrame(); + frame.setTitle("CheckBoxTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/circleLayout/CircleLayout.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/circleLayout/CircleLayout.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bb50ec3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/circleLayout/CircleLayout.java" @@ -0,0 +1,115 @@ +package circleLayout; + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + * A layout manager that lays out components along a circle. + */ +public class CircleLayout implements LayoutManager +{ + private int minWidth = 0; + private int minHeight = 0; + private int preferredWidth = 0; + private int preferredHeight = 0; + private boolean sizesSet = false; + private int maxComponentWidth = 0; + private int maxComponentHeight = 0; + + public void addLayoutComponent(String name, Component comp) + { + } + + public void removeLayoutComponent(Component comp) + { + } + + public void setSizes(Container parent) + { + if (sizesSet) return; + int n = parent.getComponentCount(); + + preferredWidth = 0; + preferredHeight = 0; + minWidth = 0; + minHeight = 0; + maxComponentWidth = 0; + maxComponentHeight = 0; + + // compute the maximum component widths and heights + // and set the preferred size to the sum of the component sizes + for (int i = 0; i < n; i++) + { + Component c = parent.getComponent(i); + if (c.isVisible()) + { + Dimension d = c.getPreferredSize(); + maxComponentWidth = Math.max(maxComponentWidth, d.width); + maxComponentHeight = Math.max(maxComponentHeight, d.height); + preferredWidth += d.width; + preferredHeight += d.height; + } + } + minWidth = preferredWidth / 2; + minHeight = preferredHeight / 2; + sizesSet = true; + } + + public Dimension preferredLayoutSize(Container parent) + { + setSizes(parent); + Insets insets = parent.getInsets(); + int width = preferredWidth + insets.left + insets.right; + int height = preferredHeight + insets.top + insets.bottom; + return new Dimension(width, height); + } + + public Dimension minimumLayoutSize(Container parent) + { + setSizes(parent); + Insets insets = parent.getInsets(); + int width = minWidth + insets.left + insets.right; + int height = minHeight + insets.top + insets.bottom; + return new Dimension(width, height); + } + + public void layoutContainer(Container parent) + { + setSizes(parent); + + // compute center of the circle + + Insets insets = parent.getInsets(); + int containerWidth = parent.getSize().width - insets.left - insets.right; + int containerHeight = parent.getSize().height - insets.top - insets.bottom; + + int xcenter = insets.left + containerWidth / 2; + int ycenter = insets.top + containerHeight / 2; + + // compute radius of the circle + + int xradius = (containerWidth - maxComponentWidth) / 2; + int yradius = (containerHeight - maxComponentHeight) / 2; + int radius = Math.min(xradius, yradius); + + // lay out components along the circle + + int n = parent.getComponentCount(); + for (int i = 0; i < n; i++) + { + Component c = parent.getComponent(i); + if (c.isVisible()) + { + double angle = 2 * Math.PI * i / n; + + // center point of component + int x = xcenter + (int) (Math.cos(angle) * radius); + int y = ycenter + (int) (Math.sin(angle) * radius); + + // move component so that its center is (x, y) + // and its size is its preferred size + Dimension d = c.getPreferredSize(); + c.setBounds(x - d.width / 2, y - d.height / 2, d.width, d.height); + } + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/circleLayout/CircleLayoutFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/circleLayout/CircleLayoutFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d37fb21 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/circleLayout/CircleLayoutFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +package circleLayout; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame that shows buttons arranged along a circle. + */ +public class CircleLayoutFrame extends JFrame +{ + public CircleLayoutFrame() + { + setLayout(new CircleLayout()); + add(new JButton("Yellow")); + add(new JButton("Blue")); + add(new JButton("Red")); + add(new JButton("Green")); + add(new JButton("Orange")); + add(new JButton("Fuchsia")); + add(new JButton("Indigo")); + pack(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/circleLayout/CircleLayoutTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/circleLayout/CircleLayoutTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d66edff --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/circleLayout/CircleLayoutTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package circleLayout; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.34 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CircleLayoutTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new CircleLayoutFrame(); + frame.setTitle("CircleLayoutTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/comboBox/ComboBoxFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/comboBox/ComboBoxFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cee14d1 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/comboBox/ComboBoxFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,51 @@ +package comboBox; + +import java.awt.BorderLayout; +import java.awt.Font; + +import javax.swing.JComboBox; +import javax.swing.JFrame; +import javax.swing.JLabel; +import javax.swing.JPanel; + +/** + * A frame with a sample text label and a combo box for selecting font faces. + */ +public class ComboBoxFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JComboBox faceCombo; + private JLabel label; + private static final int DEFAULT_SIZE = 24; + + public ComboBoxFrame() + { + // add the sample text label + + label = new JLabel("The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog."); + label.setFont(new Font("Serif", Font.PLAIN, DEFAULT_SIZE)); + add(label, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + // make a combo box and add face names + + faceCombo = new JComboBox<>(); + faceCombo.addItem("Serif"); + faceCombo.addItem("SansSerif"); + faceCombo.addItem("Monospaced"); + faceCombo.addItem("Dialog"); + faceCombo.addItem("DialogInput"); + + // the combo box listener changes the label font to the selected face name + + faceCombo.addActionListener(event -> + label.setFont( + new Font(faceCombo.getItemAt(faceCombo.getSelectedIndex()), + Font.PLAIN, DEFAULT_SIZE))); + + // add combo box to a panel at the frame's southern border + + var comboPanel = new JPanel(); + comboPanel.add(faceCombo); + add(comboPanel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + pack(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/comboBox/ComboBoxTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/comboBox/ComboBoxTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6ab84bf --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/comboBox/ComboBoxTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package comboBox; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.36 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ComboBoxTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new ComboBoxFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ComboBoxTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/copy.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/copy.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0adba22 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/copy.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/cut.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/cut.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..00e7f0d Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/cut.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dataExchange/DataExchangeFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dataExchange/DataExchangeFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..faca813 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dataExchange/DataExchangeFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +package dataExchange; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame with a menu whose File->Connect action shows a password dialog. + */ +public class DataExchangeFrame extends JFrame +{ + public static final int TEXT_ROWS = 20; + public static final int TEXT_COLUMNS = 40; + private PasswordChooser dialog = null; + private JTextArea textArea; + + public DataExchangeFrame() + { + // construct a File menu + + var mbar = new JMenuBar(); + setJMenuBar(mbar); + var fileMenu = new JMenu("File"); + mbar.add(fileMenu); + + // add Connect and Exit menu items + + var connectItem = new JMenuItem("Connect"); + connectItem.addActionListener(new ConnectAction()); + fileMenu.add(connectItem); + + // the Exit item exits the program + + var exitItem = new JMenuItem("Exit"); + exitItem.addActionListener(event -> System.exit(0)); + fileMenu.add(exitItem); + + textArea = new JTextArea(TEXT_ROWS, TEXT_COLUMNS); + add(new JScrollPane(textArea), BorderLayout.CENTER); + pack(); + } + + /** + * The Connect action pops up the password dialog. + */ + private class ConnectAction implements ActionListener + { + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + // if first time, construct dialog + + if (dialog == null) dialog = new PasswordChooser(); + + // set default values + dialog.setUser(new User("yourname", null)); + + // pop up dialog + if (dialog.showDialog(DataExchangeFrame.this, "Connect")) + { + // if accepted, retrieve user input + User u = dialog.getUser(); + textArea.append("user name = " + u.getName() + ", password = " + + (new String(u.getPassword())) + "\n"); + } + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dataExchange/DataExchangeTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dataExchange/DataExchangeTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..079886c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dataExchange/DataExchangeTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package dataExchange; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.36 2021-05-30 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class DataExchangeTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new DataExchangeFrame(); + frame.setTitle("DataExchangeTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dataExchange/PasswordChooser.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dataExchange/PasswordChooser.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2a041ab --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dataExchange/PasswordChooser.java" @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +package dataExchange; + +import java.awt.BorderLayout; +import java.awt.Component; +import java.awt.Frame; +import java.awt.GridLayout; + +import javax.swing.JButton; +import javax.swing.JDialog; +import javax.swing.JLabel; +import javax.swing.JPanel; +import javax.swing.JPasswordField; +import javax.swing.JTextField; +import javax.swing.SwingUtilities; + +/** + * A password chooser that is shown inside a dialog. + */ +public class PasswordChooser extends JPanel +{ + private JTextField username; + private JPasswordField password; + private JButton okButton; + private boolean ok; + private JDialog dialog; + + public PasswordChooser() + { + setLayout(new BorderLayout()); + + // construct a panel with user name and password fields + + var panel = new JPanel(); + panel.setLayout(new GridLayout(2, 2)); + panel.add(new JLabel("User name:")); + panel.add(username = new JTextField("")); + panel.add(new JLabel("Password:")); + panel.add(password = new JPasswordField("")); + add(panel, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + // create Ok and Cancel buttons that terminate the dialog + + okButton = new JButton("Ok"); + okButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + ok = true; + dialog.setVisible(false); + }); + + var cancelButton = new JButton("Cancel"); + cancelButton.addActionListener(event -> dialog.setVisible(false)); + + // add buttons to southern border + + var buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + buttonPanel.add(okButton); + buttonPanel.add(cancelButton); + add(buttonPanel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + } + + /** + * Sets the dialog defaults. + * @param u the default user information + */ + public void setUser(User u) + { + username.setText(u.getName()); + } + + /** + * Gets the dialog entries. + * @return a User object whose state represents the dialog entries + */ + public User getUser() + { + return new User(username.getText(), password.getPassword()); + } + + /** + * Show the chooser panel in a dialog. + * @param parent a component in the owner frame or null + * @param title the dialog window title + */ + public boolean showDialog(Component parent, String title) + { + ok = false; + + // locate the owner frame + + Frame owner = null; + if (parent instanceof Frame) + owner = (Frame) parent; + else + owner = (Frame) SwingUtilities.getAncestorOfClass(Frame.class, parent); + + // if first time, or if owner has changed, make new dialog + + if (dialog == null || dialog.getOwner() != owner) + { + dialog = new JDialog(owner, true); + dialog.add(this); + dialog.getRootPane().setDefaultButton(okButton); + dialog.pack(); + } + + // set title and show dialog + + dialog.setTitle(title); + dialog.setVisible(true); + return ok; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dataExchange/User.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dataExchange/User.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d01cb95 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dataExchange/User.java" @@ -0,0 +1,37 @@ +package dataExchange; + +/** + * A user has a name and password. For security reasons, the password is stored as a char[], not a + * String. + */ +public class User +{ + private String name; + private char[] password; + + public User(String aName, char[] aPassword) + { + name = aName; + password = aPassword; + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public char[] getPassword() + { + return password; + } + + public void setName(String aName) + { + name = aName; + } + + public void setPassword(char[] aPassword) + { + password = aPassword; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dialog/AboutDialog.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dialog/AboutDialog.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cc50139 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dialog/AboutDialog.java" @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +package dialog; + +import java.awt.BorderLayout; + +import javax.swing.JButton; +import javax.swing.JDialog; +import javax.swing.JFrame; +import javax.swing.JLabel; +import javax.swing.JPanel; + +/** + * A sample modal dialog that displays a message and waits for the user to click + * the OK button. + */ +public class AboutDialog extends JDialog +{ + public AboutDialog(JFrame owner) + { + super(owner, "About DialogTest", true); + + // add HTML label to center + + add( + new JLabel( + "

Core Java

By Cay Horstmann"), + BorderLayout.CENTER); + + // OK button closes the dialog + + var ok = new JButton("OK"); + ok.addActionListener(event -> setVisible(false)); + + // add OK button to southern border + + var panel = new JPanel(); + panel.add(ok); + add(panel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + + pack(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dialog/DialogFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dialog/DialogFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6ae6e89 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dialog/DialogFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ +package dialog; + +import javax.swing.JFrame; +import javax.swing.JMenu; +import javax.swing.JMenuBar; +import javax.swing.JMenuItem; + +/** + * A frame with a menu whose File->About action shows a dialog. + */ +public class DialogFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + private AboutDialog dialog; + + public DialogFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + // construct a File menu + + var menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + var fileMenu = new JMenu("File"); + menuBar.add(fileMenu); + + // add About and Exit menu items + + // the About item shows the About dialog + + var aboutItem = new JMenuItem("About"); + aboutItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + if (dialog == null) // first time + dialog = new AboutDialog(DialogFrame.this); + dialog.setVisible(true); // pop up dialog + }); + fileMenu.add(aboutItem); + + // the Exit item exits the program + + var exitItem = new JMenuItem("Exit"); + exitItem.addActionListener(event -> System.exit(0)); + fileMenu.add(exitItem); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dialog/DialogTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dialog/DialogTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1f6ef24 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/dialog/DialogTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package dialog; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.35 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class DialogTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new DialogFrame(); + frame.setTitle("DialogTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/exit.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/exit.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0213cd2 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/exit.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/fileChooser/FileChooserTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/fileChooser/FileChooserTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b3d470b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/fileChooser/FileChooserTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package fileChooser; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.26 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class FileChooserTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new ImageViewerFrame(); + frame.setTitle("FileChooserTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/fileChooser/FileIconView.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/fileChooser/FileIconView.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..17ef05c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/fileChooser/FileIconView.java" @@ -0,0 +1,33 @@ +package fileChooser; + +import java.io.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.filechooser.*; +import javax.swing.filechooser.FileFilter; + +/** + * A file view that displays an icon for all files that match a file filter. + */ +public class FileIconView extends FileView +{ + private FileFilter filter; + private Icon icon; + + /** + * Constructs a FileIconView. + * @param aFilter a file filter--all files that this filter accepts will be shown + * with the icon. + * @param anIcon--the icon shown with all accepted files. + */ + public FileIconView(FileFilter aFilter, Icon anIcon) + { + filter = aFilter; + icon = anIcon; + } + + public Icon getIcon(File f) + { + if (!f.isDirectory() && filter.accept(f)) return icon; + else return null; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/fileChooser/ImagePreviewer.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/fileChooser/ImagePreviewer.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9089f46 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/fileChooser/ImagePreviewer.java" @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +package fileChooser; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.io.*; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A file chooser accessory that previews images. + */ +public class ImagePreviewer extends JLabel +{ + /** + * Constructs an ImagePreviewer. + * @param chooser the file chooser whose property changes trigger an image + * change in this previewer + */ + public ImagePreviewer(JFileChooser chooser) + { + setPreferredSize(new Dimension(100, 100)); + setBorder(BorderFactory.createEtchedBorder()); + + chooser.addPropertyChangeListener(event -> { + if (event.getPropertyName() == JFileChooser.SELECTED_FILE_CHANGED_PROPERTY) + { + // the user has selected a new file + File f = (File) event.getNewValue(); + if (f == null) + { + setIcon(null); + return; + } + + // read the image into an icon + var icon = new ImageIcon(f.getPath()); + + // if the icon is too large to fit, scale it + if (icon.getIconWidth() > getWidth()) + icon = new ImageIcon(icon.getImage().getScaledInstance( + getWidth(), -1, Image.SCALE_DEFAULT)); + + setIcon(icon); + } + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/fileChooser/ImageViewerFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/fileChooser/ImageViewerFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9af8ab6 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/fileChooser/ImageViewerFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +package fileChooser; + +import java.io.*; + +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.filechooser.*; +import javax.swing.filechooser.FileFilter; + +/** + * A frame that has a menu for loading an image and a display area for the + * loaded image. + */ +public class ImageViewerFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 400; + private JLabel label; + private JFileChooser chooser; + + public ImageViewerFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + // set up menu bar + var menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + + var menu = new JMenu("File"); + menuBar.add(menu); + + var openItem = new JMenuItem("Open"); + menu.add(openItem); + openItem.addActionListener(event -> { + chooser.setCurrentDirectory(new File(".")); + + // show file chooser dialog + int result = chooser.showOpenDialog(ImageViewerFrame.this); + + // if image file accepted, set it as icon of the label + if (result == JFileChooser.APPROVE_OPTION) + { + String name = chooser.getSelectedFile().getPath(); + label.setIcon(new ImageIcon(name)); + pack(); + } + }); + + var exitItem = new JMenuItem("Exit"); + menu.add(exitItem); + exitItem.addActionListener(event -> System.exit(0)); + + // use a label to display the images + label = new JLabel(); + add(label); + + // set up file chooser + chooser = new JFileChooser(); + + // accept all image files ending with .jpg, .jpeg, .gif + var filter = new FileNameExtensionFilter( + "Image files", "jpg", "jpeg", "gif"); + chooser.setFileFilter(filter); + + chooser.setAccessory(new ImagePreviewer(chooser)); + + chooser.setFileView(new FileIconView(filter, new ImageIcon("palette.gif"))); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/gridbag/FontFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/gridbag/FontFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..df067cf --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/gridbag/FontFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +package gridbag; + +import java.awt.Font; +import java.awt.GridBagLayout; +import java.awt.event.ActionListener; + +import javax.swing.BorderFactory; +import javax.swing.JCheckBox; +import javax.swing.JComboBox; +import javax.swing.JFrame; +import javax.swing.JLabel; +import javax.swing.JTextArea; + +/** + * A frame that uses a grid bag layout to arrange font selection components. + */ +public class FontFrame extends JFrame +{ + public static final int TEXT_ROWS = 10; + public static final int TEXT_COLUMNS = 20; + + private JComboBox face; + private JComboBox size; + private JCheckBox bold; + private JCheckBox italic; + private JTextArea sample; + + public FontFrame() + { + var layout = new GridBagLayout(); + setLayout(layout); + + ActionListener listener = event -> updateSample(); + + // construct components + + var faceLabel = new JLabel("Face: "); + + face = new JComboBox<>(new String[] { "Serif", "SansSerif", "Monospaced", + "Dialog", "DialogInput" }); + + face.addActionListener(listener); + + var sizeLabel = new JLabel("Size: "); + + size = new JComboBox<>(new Integer[] { 8, 10, 12, 15, 18, 24, 36, 48 }); + + size.addActionListener(listener); + + bold = new JCheckBox("Bold"); + bold.addActionListener(listener); + + italic = new JCheckBox("Italic"); + italic.addActionListener(listener); + + sample = new JTextArea(TEXT_ROWS, TEXT_COLUMNS); + sample.setText("The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"); + sample.setEditable(false); + sample.setLineWrap(true); + sample.setBorder(BorderFactory.createEtchedBorder()); + + // add components to grid, using GBC convenience class + + add(faceLabel, new GBC(0, 0).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(face, new GBC(1, 0).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL).setWeight(100, 0).setInsets(1)); + add(sizeLabel, new GBC(0, 1).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(size, new GBC(1, 1).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL).setWeight(100, 0).setInsets(1)); + add(bold, new GBC(0, 2, 2, 1).setAnchor(GBC.CENTER).setWeight(100, 100)); + add(italic, new GBC(0, 3, 2, 1).setAnchor(GBC.CENTER).setWeight(100, 100)); + add(sample, new GBC(2, 0, 1, 4).setFill(GBC.BOTH).setWeight(100, 100)); + pack(); + updateSample(); + } + + public void updateSample() + { + var fontFace = (String) face.getSelectedItem(); + int fontStyle = (bold.isSelected() ? Font.BOLD : 0) + + (italic.isSelected() ? Font.ITALIC : 0); + int fontSize = size.getItemAt(size.getSelectedIndex()); + var font = new Font(fontFace, fontStyle, fontSize); + sample.setFont(font); + sample.repaint(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/gridbag/GBC.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/gridbag/GBC.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6336e14 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/gridbag/GBC.java" @@ -0,0 +1,112 @@ +package gridbag; + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + * This class simplifies the use of the GridBagConstraints class. + * @version 1.01 2004-05-06 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class GBC extends GridBagConstraints +{ + /** + * Constructs a GBC with a given gridx and gridy position and all other grid + * bag constraint values set to the default. + * @param gridx the gridx position + * @param gridy the gridy position + */ + public GBC(int gridx, int gridy) + { + this.gridx = gridx; + this.gridy = gridy; + } + + /** + * Constructs a GBC with given gridx, gridy, gridwidth, gridheight and all + * other grid bag constraint values set to the default. + * @param gridx the gridx position + * @param gridy the gridy position + * @param gridwidth the cell span in x-direction + * @param gridheight the cell span in y-direction + */ + public GBC(int gridx, int gridy, int gridwidth, int gridheight) + { + this.gridx = gridx; + this.gridy = gridy; + this.gridwidth = gridwidth; + this.gridheight = gridheight; + } + + /** + * Sets the anchor. + * @param anchor the anchor value + * @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setAnchor(int anchor) + { + this.anchor = anchor; + return this; + } + + /** + * Sets the fill direction. + * @param fill the fill direction + * @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setFill(int fill) + { + this.fill = fill; + return this; + } + + /** + * Sets the cell weights. + * @param weightx the cell weight in x-direction + * @param weighty the cell weight in y-direction + * @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setWeight(double weightx, double weighty) + { + this.weightx = weightx; + this.weighty = weighty; + return this; + } + + /** + * Sets the insets of this cell. + * @param distance the spacing to use in all directions + * @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setInsets(int distance) + { + this.insets = new Insets(distance, distance, distance, distance); + return this; + } + + /** + * Sets the insets of this cell. + * @param top the spacing to use on top + * @param left the spacing to use to the left + * @param bottom the spacing to use on the bottom + * @param right the spacing to use to the right + * @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setInsets(int top, int left, int bottom, int right) + { + this.insets = new Insets(top, left, bottom, right); + return this; + } + + /** + * Sets the internal padding + * @param ipadx the internal padding in x-direction + * @param ipady the internal padding in y-direction + * @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setIpad(int ipadx, int ipady) + { + this.ipadx = ipadx; + this.ipady = ipady; + return this; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/gridbag/GridBagLayoutTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/gridbag/GridBagLayoutTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..02f3349 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/gridbag/GridBagLayoutTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +package gridbag; + +import java.awt.EventQueue; + +import javax.swing.JFrame; + +/** + * @version 1.36 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class GridBagLayoutTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new FontFrame(); + frame.setTitle("GridBagLayoutTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/image/ImageTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/image/ImageTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..12f1620 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/image/ImageTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +package image; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.34 2015-05-12 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ImageTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + JFrame frame = new ImageFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ImageTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * A frame with an image component + */ +class ImageFrame extends JFrame +{ + public ImageFrame() + { + add(new ImageComponent()); + pack(); + } +} + +/** + * A component that displays a tiled image + */ +class ImageComponent extends JComponent +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + private Image image; + + public ImageComponent() + { + image = new ImageIcon("blue-ball.gif").getImage(); + } + + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + if (image == null) return; + + int imageWidth = image.getWidth(null); + int imageHeight = image.getHeight(null); + + // draw the image in the upper-left corner + + g.drawImage(image, 0, 0, null); + // tile the image across the component + + for (int i = 0; i * imageWidth <= getWidth(); i++) + for (int j = 0; j * imageHeight <= getHeight(); j++) + if (i + j > 0) + g.copyArea(0, 0, imageWidth, imageHeight, i * imageWidth, j * imageHeight); + } + + public Dimension getPreferredSize() { return new Dimension(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/jack.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/jack.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..63f6ad4 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/jack.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/king.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/king.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6b9b8fd Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/king.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/menu/MenuFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/menu/MenuFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e63903b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/menu/MenuFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,146 @@ +package menu; + +import java.awt.event.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame with a sample menu bar. + */ +public class MenuFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + private Action saveAction; + private Action saveAsAction; + private JCheckBoxMenuItem readonlyItem; + private JPopupMenu popup; + + /** + * A sample action that prints the action name to System.out. + */ + class TestAction extends AbstractAction + { + public TestAction(String name) + { + super(name); + } + + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + System.out.println(getValue(Action.NAME) + " selected."); + } + } + + public MenuFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + var fileMenu = new JMenu("File"); + fileMenu.add(new TestAction("New")); + + // demonstrate accelerators + + var openItem = fileMenu.add(new TestAction("Open")); + openItem.setAccelerator(KeyStroke.getKeyStroke("ctrl O")); + + fileMenu.addSeparator(); + + saveAction = new TestAction("Save"); + JMenuItem saveItem = fileMenu.add(saveAction); + saveItem.setAccelerator(KeyStroke.getKeyStroke("ctrl S")); + + saveAsAction = new TestAction("Save As"); + fileMenu.add(saveAsAction); + fileMenu.addSeparator(); + + fileMenu.add(new AbstractAction("Exit") + { + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + System.exit(0); + } + }); + + // demonstrate checkbox and radio button menus + + readonlyItem = new JCheckBoxMenuItem("Read-only"); + readonlyItem.addActionListener(new ActionListener() + { + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + boolean saveOk = !readonlyItem.isSelected(); + saveAction.setEnabled(saveOk); + saveAsAction.setEnabled(saveOk); + } + }); + + var group = new ButtonGroup(); + + var insertItem = new JRadioButtonMenuItem("Insert"); + insertItem.setSelected(true); + var overtypeItem = new JRadioButtonMenuItem("Overtype"); + + group.add(insertItem); + group.add(overtypeItem); + + // demonstrate icons + + var cutAction = new TestAction("Cut"); + cutAction.putValue(Action.SMALL_ICON, new ImageIcon("cut.gif")); + var copyAction = new TestAction("Copy"); + copyAction.putValue(Action.SMALL_ICON, new ImageIcon("copy.gif")); + var pasteAction = new TestAction("Paste"); + pasteAction.putValue(Action.SMALL_ICON, new ImageIcon("paste.gif")); + + var editMenu = new JMenu("Edit"); + editMenu.add(cutAction); + editMenu.add(copyAction); + editMenu.add(pasteAction); + + // demonstrate nested menus + + var optionMenu = new JMenu("Options"); + + optionMenu.add(readonlyItem); + optionMenu.addSeparator(); + optionMenu.add(insertItem); + optionMenu.add(overtypeItem); + + editMenu.addSeparator(); + editMenu.add(optionMenu); + + // demonstrate mnemonics + + var helpMenu = new JMenu("Help"); + helpMenu.setMnemonic('H'); + + var indexItem = new JMenuItem("Index"); + indexItem.setMnemonic('I'); + helpMenu.add(indexItem); + + // you can also add the mnemonic key to an action + var aboutAction = new TestAction("About"); + aboutAction.putValue(Action.MNEMONIC_KEY, Integer.valueOf('A')); + helpMenu.add(aboutAction); + + // add all top-level menus to menu bar + + var menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + + menuBar.add(fileMenu); + menuBar.add(editMenu); + menuBar.add(helpMenu); + + // demonstrate pop-ups + + popup = new JPopupMenu(); + popup.add(cutAction); + popup.add(copyAction); + popup.add(pasteAction); + + var panel = new JPanel(); + panel.setComponentPopupMenu(popup); + add(panel); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/menu/MenuTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/menu/MenuTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..50f8bb1 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/menu/MenuTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package menu; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.25 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class MenuTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new MenuFrame(); + frame.setTitle("MenuTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/nine.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/nine.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0165c83 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/nine.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/optionDialog/ButtonPanel.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/optionDialog/ButtonPanel.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..73831c3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/optionDialog/ButtonPanel.java" @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +package optionDialog; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A panel with radio buttons inside a titled border. + */ +public class ButtonPanel extends JPanel +{ + private ButtonGroup group; + + /** + * Constructs a button panel. + * @param title the title shown in the border + * @param options an array of radio button labels + */ + public ButtonPanel(String title, String... options) + { + setBorder(BorderFactory.createTitledBorder(BorderFactory.createEtchedBorder(), title)); + setLayout(new BoxLayout(this, BoxLayout.Y_AXIS)); + group = new ButtonGroup(); + + // make one radio button for each option + for (String option : options) + { + var button = new JRadioButton(option); + button.setActionCommand(option); + add(button); + group.add(button); + button.setSelected(option == options[0]); + } + } + + /** + * Gets the currently selected option. + * @return the label of the currently selected radio button. + */ + public String getSelection() + { + return group.getSelection().getActionCommand(); + } +} + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/optionDialog/OptionDialogFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/optionDialog/OptionDialogFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..84dedf9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/optionDialog/OptionDialogFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,156 @@ +package optionDialog; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import java.util.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame that contains settings for selecting various option dialogs. + */ +public class OptionDialogFrame extends JFrame +{ + private ButtonPanel typePanel; + private ButtonPanel messagePanel; + private ButtonPanel messageTypePanel; + private ButtonPanel optionTypePanel; + private ButtonPanel optionsPanel; + private ButtonPanel inputPanel; + private String messageString = "Message"; + private Icon messageIcon = new ImageIcon("blue-ball.gif"); + private Object messageObject = new Date(); + private Component messageComponent = new SampleComponent(); + + public OptionDialogFrame() + { + var gridPanel = new JPanel(); + gridPanel.setLayout(new GridLayout(2, 3)); + + typePanel = new ButtonPanel("Type", "Message", "Confirm", "Option", "Input"); + messageTypePanel = new ButtonPanel("Message Type", "ERROR_MESSAGE", "INFORMATION_MESSAGE", + "WARNING_MESSAGE", "QUESTION_MESSAGE", "PLAIN_MESSAGE"); + messagePanel = new ButtonPanel("Message", "String", "Icon", "Component", "Other", + "Object[]"); + optionTypePanel = new ButtonPanel("Confirm", "DEFAULT_OPTION", "YES_NO_OPTION", + "YES_NO_CANCEL_OPTION", "OK_CANCEL_OPTION"); + optionsPanel = new ButtonPanel("Option", "String[]", "Icon[]", "Object[]"); + inputPanel = new ButtonPanel("Input", "Text field", "Combo box"); + + gridPanel.add(typePanel); + gridPanel.add(messageTypePanel); + gridPanel.add(messagePanel); + gridPanel.add(optionTypePanel); + gridPanel.add(optionsPanel); + gridPanel.add(inputPanel); + + // add a panel with a Show button + + var showPanel = new JPanel(); + var showButton = new JButton("Show"); + showButton.addActionListener(new ShowAction()); + showPanel.add(showButton); + + add(gridPanel, BorderLayout.CENTER); + add(showPanel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + pack(); + } + + /** + * Gets the currently selected message. + * @return a string, icon, component, or object array, depending on the Message panel selection + */ + public Object getMessage() + { + String s = messagePanel.getSelection(); + if (s.equals("String")) return messageString; + else if (s.equals("Icon")) return messageIcon; + else if (s.equals("Component")) return messageComponent; + else if (s.equals("Object[]")) return new Object[] { messageString, messageIcon, + messageComponent, messageObject }; + else if (s.equals("Other")) return messageObject; + else return null; + } + + /** + * Gets the currently selected options. + * @return an array of strings, icons, or objects, depending on the Option panel selection + */ + public Object[] getOptions() + { + String s = optionsPanel.getSelection(); + if (s.equals("String[]")) return new String[] { "Yellow", "Blue", "Red" }; + else if (s.equals("Icon[]")) return new Icon[] { new ImageIcon("yellow-ball.gif"), + new ImageIcon("blue-ball.gif"), new ImageIcon("red-ball.gif") }; + else if (s.equals("Object[]")) return new Object[] { messageString, messageIcon, + messageComponent, messageObject }; + else return null; + } + + /** + * Gets the selected message or option type + * @param panel the Message Type or Confirm panel + * @return the selected XXX_MESSAGE or XXX_OPTION constant from the JOptionPane class + */ + public int getType(ButtonPanel panel) + { + String s = panel.getSelection(); + try + { + return JOptionPane.class.getField(s).getInt(null); + } + catch (Exception e) + { + return -1; + } + } + + /** + * The action listener for the Show button shows a Confirm, Input, Message, or Option dialog + * depending on the Type panel selection. + */ + private class ShowAction implements ActionListener + { + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + if (typePanel.getSelection().equals("Confirm")) JOptionPane.showConfirmDialog( + OptionDialogFrame.this, getMessage(), "Title", getType(optionTypePanel), + getType(messageTypePanel)); + else if (typePanel.getSelection().equals("Input")) + { + if (inputPanel.getSelection().equals("Text field")) JOptionPane.showInputDialog( + OptionDialogFrame.this, getMessage(), "Title", getType(messageTypePanel)); + else JOptionPane.showInputDialog(OptionDialogFrame.this, getMessage(), "Title", + getType(messageTypePanel), null, new String[] { "Yellow", "Blue", "Red" }, + "Blue"); + } + else if (typePanel.getSelection().equals("Message")) JOptionPane.showMessageDialog( + OptionDialogFrame.this, getMessage(), "Title", getType(messageTypePanel)); + else if (typePanel.getSelection().equals("Option")) JOptionPane.showOptionDialog( + OptionDialogFrame.this, getMessage(), "Title", getType(optionTypePanel), + getType(messageTypePanel), null, getOptions(), getOptions()[0]); + } + } +} + +/** + * A component with a painted surface + */ + +class SampleComponent extends JComponent +{ + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + var rect = new Rectangle2D.Double(0, 0, getWidth() - 1, getHeight() - 1); + g2.setPaint(Color.YELLOW); + g2.fill(rect); + g2.setPaint(Color.BLUE); + g2.draw(rect); + } + + public Dimension getPreferredSize() + { + return new Dimension(10, 10); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/optionDialog/OptionDialogTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/optionDialog/OptionDialogTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a91f86f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/optionDialog/OptionDialogTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package optionDialog; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.35 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class OptionDialogTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new OptionDialogFrame(); + frame.setTitle("OptionDialogTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/palette.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/palette.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a1f0347 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/palette.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/paste.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/paste.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..80961b8 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/paste.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/queen.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/queen.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0e0f9ec Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/queen.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/radioButton/RadioButtonFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/radioButton/RadioButtonFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b66fa0f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/radioButton/RadioButtonFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +package radioButton; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame with a sample text label and radio buttons for selecting font sizes. + */ +public class RadioButtonFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JPanel buttonPanel; + private ButtonGroup group; + private JLabel label; + private static final int DEFAULT_SIZE = 36; + + public RadioButtonFrame() + { + // add the sample text label + + label = new JLabel("The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog."); + label.setFont(new Font("Serif", Font.PLAIN, DEFAULT_SIZE)); + add(label, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + // add the radio buttons + + buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + group = new ButtonGroup(); + + addRadioButton("Small", 8); + addRadioButton("Medium", 12); + addRadioButton("Large", 18); + addRadioButton("Extra large", 36); + + add(buttonPanel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + pack(); + } + + /** + * Adds a radio button that sets the font size of the sample text. + * @param name the string to appear on the button + * @param size the font size that this button sets + */ + public void addRadioButton(String name, int size) + { + boolean selected = size == DEFAULT_SIZE; + var button = new JRadioButton(name, selected); + group.add(button); + buttonPanel.add(button); + + // this listener sets the label font size + + ActionListener listener = event -> label.setFont(new Font("Serif", Font.PLAIN, size)); + + button.addActionListener(listener); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/radioButton/RadioButtonTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/radioButton/RadioButtonTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c007fb8 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/radioButton/RadioButtonTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package radioButton; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.35 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class RadioButtonTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new RadioButtonFrame(); + frame.setTitle("RadioButtonTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/red-ball.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/red-ball.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dca9296 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/red-ball.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/slider/SliderFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/slider/SliderFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1e54946 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/slider/SliderFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,145 @@ +package slider; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.util.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.event.*; + +/** + * A frame with many sliders and a text field to show slider values. + */ +public class SliderFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JPanel sliderPanel; + private JTextField textField; + private ChangeListener listener; + + public SliderFrame() + { + sliderPanel = new JPanel(); + sliderPanel.setLayout(new GridBagLayout()); + + // common listener for all sliders + listener = event -> { + // update text field when the slider value changes + JSlider source = (JSlider) event.getSource(); + textField.setText("" + source.getValue()); + }; + + // add a plain slider + + var slider = new JSlider(); + addSlider(slider, "Plain"); + + // add a slider with major and minor ticks + + slider = new JSlider(); + slider.setPaintTicks(true); + slider.setMajorTickSpacing(20); + slider.setMinorTickSpacing(5); + addSlider(slider, "Ticks"); + + // add a slider that snaps to ticks + + slider = new JSlider(); + slider.setPaintTicks(true); + slider.setSnapToTicks(true); + slider.setMajorTickSpacing(20); + slider.setMinorTickSpacing(5); + addSlider(slider, "Snap to ticks"); + + // add a slider with no track + + slider = new JSlider(); + slider.setPaintTicks(true); + slider.setMajorTickSpacing(20); + slider.setMinorTickSpacing(5); + slider.setPaintTrack(false); + addSlider(slider, "No track"); + + // add an inverted slider + + slider = new JSlider(); + slider.setPaintTicks(true); + slider.setMajorTickSpacing(20); + slider.setMinorTickSpacing(5); + slider.setInverted(true); + addSlider(slider, "Inverted"); + + // add a slider with numeric labels + + slider = new JSlider(); + slider.setPaintTicks(true); + slider.setPaintLabels(true); + slider.setMajorTickSpacing(20); + slider.setMinorTickSpacing(5); + addSlider(slider, "Labels"); + + // add a slider with alphabetic labels + + slider = new JSlider(); + slider.setPaintLabels(true); + slider.setPaintTicks(true); + slider.setMajorTickSpacing(20); + slider.setMinorTickSpacing(5); + + var labelTable = new Hashtable(); + labelTable.put(0, new JLabel("A")); + labelTable.put(20, new JLabel("B")); + labelTable.put(40, new JLabel("C")); + labelTable.put(60, new JLabel("D")); + labelTable.put(80, new JLabel("E")); + labelTable.put(100, new JLabel("F")); + + slider.setLabelTable(labelTable); + addSlider(slider, "Custom labels"); + + // add a slider with icon labels + + slider = new JSlider(); + slider.setPaintTicks(true); + slider.setPaintLabels(true); + slider.setSnapToTicks(true); + slider.setMajorTickSpacing(20); + slider.setMinorTickSpacing(20); + + labelTable = new Hashtable(); + + // add card images + + labelTable.put(0, new JLabel(new ImageIcon("nine.gif"))); + labelTable.put(20, new JLabel(new ImageIcon("ten.gif"))); + labelTable.put(40, new JLabel(new ImageIcon("jack.gif"))); + labelTable.put(60, new JLabel(new ImageIcon("queen.gif"))); + labelTable.put(80, new JLabel(new ImageIcon("king.gif"))); + labelTable.put(100, new JLabel(new ImageIcon("ace.gif"))); + + slider.setLabelTable(labelTable); + addSlider(slider, "Icon labels"); + + // add the text field that displays the slider value + + textField = new JTextField(); + add(sliderPanel, BorderLayout.CENTER); + add(textField, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + pack(); + } + + /** + * Adds a slider to the slider panel and hooks up the listener + * @param slider the slider + * @param description the slider description + */ + public void addSlider(JSlider slider, String description) + { + slider.addChangeListener(listener); + var panel = new JPanel(); + panel.add(slider); + panel.add(new JLabel(description)); + panel.setAlignmentX(Component.LEFT_ALIGNMENT); + var gbc = new GridBagConstraints(); + gbc.gridy = sliderPanel.getComponentCount(); + gbc.anchor = GridBagConstraints.WEST; + sliderPanel.add(panel, gbc); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/slider/SliderTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/slider/SliderTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4c25b08 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/slider/SliderTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package slider; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.16 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class SliderTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new SliderFrame(); + frame.setTitle("SliderTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/ten.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/ten.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6052fd2 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/ten.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/text/TextComponentFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/text/TextComponentFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5750b20 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/text/TextComponentFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +package text; + +import java.awt.BorderLayout; +import java.awt.GridLayout; + +import javax.swing.JButton; +import javax.swing.JFrame; +import javax.swing.JLabel; +import javax.swing.JPanel; +import javax.swing.JPasswordField; +import javax.swing.JScrollPane; +import javax.swing.JTextArea; +import javax.swing.JTextField; +import javax.swing.SwingConstants; + +/** + * A frame with sample text components. + */ +public class TextComponentFrame extends JFrame +{ + public static final int TEXTAREA_ROWS = 8; + public static final int TEXTAREA_COLUMNS = 20; + + public TextComponentFrame() + { + var textField = new JTextField(); + var passwordField = new JPasswordField(); + + var northPanel = new JPanel(); + northPanel.setLayout(new GridLayout(2, 2)); + northPanel.add(new JLabel("User name: ", SwingConstants.RIGHT)); + northPanel.add(textField); + northPanel.add(new JLabel("Password: ", SwingConstants.RIGHT)); + northPanel.add(passwordField); + + add(northPanel, BorderLayout.NORTH); + + var textArea = new JTextArea(TEXTAREA_ROWS, TEXTAREA_COLUMNS); + var scrollPane = new JScrollPane(textArea); + + add(scrollPane, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + // add button to append text into the text area + + var southPanel = new JPanel(); + + var insertButton = new JButton("Insert"); + southPanel.add(insertButton); + insertButton.addActionListener(event -> + textArea.append("User name: " + textField.getText() + " Password: " + + new String(passwordField.getPassword()) + "\n")); + + add(southPanel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + pack(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/text/TextComponentTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/text/TextComponentTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31a8cf3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/text/TextComponentTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package text; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.42 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class TextComponentTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new TextComponentFrame(); + frame.setTitle("TextComponentTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/toolBar/ToolBarFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/toolBar/ToolBarFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a2a2562 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/toolBar/ToolBarFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +package toolBar; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame with a toolbar and menu for color changes. + */ +public class ToolBarFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + private JPanel panel; + + public ToolBarFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + // add a panel for color change + + panel = new JPanel(); + add(panel, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + // set up actions + + var blueAction = new ColorAction("Blue", new ImageIcon("blue-ball.gif"), Color.BLUE); + var yellowAction = new ColorAction("Yellow", new ImageIcon("yellow-ball.gif"), + Color.YELLOW); + var redAction = new ColorAction("Red", new ImageIcon("red-ball.gif"), Color.RED); + + var exitAction = new AbstractAction("Exit", new ImageIcon("exit.gif")) + { + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + System.exit(0); + } + }; + exitAction.putValue(Action.SHORT_DESCRIPTION, "Exit"); + + // populate toolbar + + var bar = new JToolBar(); + bar.add(blueAction); + bar.add(yellowAction); + bar.add(redAction); + bar.addSeparator(); + bar.add(exitAction); + add(bar, BorderLayout.NORTH); + + // populate menu + + var menu = new JMenu("Color"); + menu.add(yellowAction); + menu.add(blueAction); + menu.add(redAction); + menu.add(exitAction); + var menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + menuBar.add(menu); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + } + + /** + * The color action sets the background of the frame to a given color. + */ + class ColorAction extends AbstractAction + { + public ColorAction(String name, Icon icon, Color c) + { + putValue(Action.NAME, name); + putValue(Action.SMALL_ICON, icon); + putValue(Action.SHORT_DESCRIPTION, name + " background"); + putValue("Color", c); + } + + public void actionPerformed(ActionEvent event) + { + Color c = (Color) getValue("Color"); + panel.setBackground(c); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/toolBar/ToolBarTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/toolBar/ToolBarTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..30f62ec --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/toolBar/ToolBarTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package toolBar; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.15 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ToolBarTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> { + var frame = new ToolBarFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ToolBarTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/yellow-ball.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/yellow-ball.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2b8c0bb Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch11/yellow-ball.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/blockingQueue/BlockingQueueTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/blockingQueue/BlockingQueueTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d11bc80 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/blockingQueue/BlockingQueueTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,116 @@ +package blockingQueue; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.concurrent.*; +import java.util.stream.*; + +/** + * @version 1.03 2018-03-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class BlockingQueueTest +{ + private static final int FILE_QUEUE_SIZE = 10; + private static final int SEARCH_THREADS = 100; + private static final Path DUMMY = Path.of(""); + private static BlockingQueue queue = new ArrayBlockingQueue<>(FILE_QUEUE_SIZE); + + public static void main(String[] args) + { + try (var in = new Scanner(System.in)) + { + System.out.print("Enter base directory (e.g. /opt/jdk-11-src): "); + String directory = in.nextLine(); + System.out.print("Enter keyword (e.g. volatile): "); + String keyword = in.nextLine(); + + Runnable enumerator = () -> + { + try + { + enumerate(Path.of(directory)); + queue.put(DUMMY); + } + catch (IOException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + catch (InterruptedException e) + { + } + }; + + new Thread(enumerator).start(); + for (int i = 1; i <= SEARCH_THREADS; i++) + { + Runnable searcher = () -> + { + try + { + boolean done = false; + while (!done) + { + Path file = queue.take(); + if (file == DUMMY) + { + queue.put(file); + done = true; + } + else search(file, keyword); + } + } + catch (IOException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + catch (InterruptedException e) + { + } + }; + new Thread(searcher).start(); + } + } + } + + /** + * Recursively enumerates all files in a given directory and its subdirectories. + * See Chapters 1 and 2 of Volume II for the stream and file operations. + * @param directory the directory in which to start + */ + public static void enumerate(Path directory) throws IOException, InterruptedException + { + try (Stream children = Files.list(directory)) + { + for (Path child : children.toList()) + { + if (Files.isDirectory(child)) + enumerate(child); + else + queue.put(child); + } + } + } + + /** + * Searches a file for a given keyword and prints all matching lines. + * @param file the file to search + * @param keyword the keyword to search for + */ + public static void search(Path file, String keyword) throws IOException + { + try (var in = new Scanner(file, StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + int lineNumber = 0; + while (in.hasNextLine()) + { + lineNumber++; + String line = in.nextLine(); + if (line.contains(keyword)) + System.out.printf("%s:%d:%s%n", file, lineNumber, line); + } + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/completableFutures/CompletableFutureDemo.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/completableFutures/CompletableFutureDemo.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..174948d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/completableFutures/CompletableFutureDemo.java" @@ -0,0 +1,126 @@ +package completableFutures; + +import java.awt.image.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.concurrent.*; +import java.util.regex.*; + +import javax.imageio.*; + +public class CompletableFutureDemo +{ + private static final Pattern IMG_PATTERN = Pattern.compile( + "[<]\\s*[iI][mM][gG]\\s*[^>]*[sS][rR][cC]\\s*[=]\\s*['\"]([^'\"]*)['\"][^>]*[>]"); + private ExecutorService executor = Executors.newCachedThreadPool(); + private URL urlToProcess; + + public CompletableFuture readPage(URL url) + { + return CompletableFuture.supplyAsync(() -> + { + try + { + var contents = new String(url.openStream().readAllBytes(), + StandardCharsets.UTF_8); + System.out.println("Read page from " + url); + return contents; + } + catch (IOException e) + { + throw new UncheckedIOException(e); + } + }, executor); + } + + public List getImageURLs(String webpage) // not time consuming + { + try + { + var result = new ArrayList(); + Matcher matcher = IMG_PATTERN.matcher(webpage); + while (matcher.find()) + { + var url = new URL(urlToProcess, matcher.group(1)); + result.add(url); + } + System.out.println("Found URLs: " + result); + return result; + } + catch (IOException e) + { + throw new UncheckedIOException(e); + } + } + + public CompletableFuture> getImages(List urls) + { + return CompletableFuture.supplyAsync(() -> + { + try + { + var result = new ArrayList(); + for (URL url : urls) + { + result.add(ImageIO.read(url)); + System.out.println("Loaded " + url); + } + return result; + } + catch (IOException e) + { + throw new UncheckedIOException(e); + } + }, executor); + } + + public void saveImages(List images) + { + System.out.println("Saving " + images.size() + " images"); + try + { + for (int i = 0; i < images.size(); i++) + { + String filename = "/tmp/image" + (i + 1) + ".png"; + ImageIO.write(images.get(i), "PNG", new File(filename)); + } + } + catch (IOException e) + { + throw new UncheckedIOException(e); + } + executor.shutdown(); + } + + public void run(URL url) + throws IOException, InterruptedException + { + urlToProcess = url; + CompletableFuture.completedFuture(url) + .thenComposeAsync(this::readPage, executor) + .thenApply(this::getImageURLs) + .thenCompose(this::getImages) + .thenAccept(this::saveImages); + + /* + // or use the HTTP client: + + HttpClient client = HttpClient.newBuilder().build(); + HttpRequest request = HttpRequest.newBuilder(urlToProcess.toURI()).GET() + .build(); + client.sendAsync(request, BodyProcessors.ofString()) + .thenApply(HttpResponse::body) + .thenApply(this::getImageURLs) + .thenCompose(this::getImages) + .thenAccept(this::saveImages); + */ + } + + public static void main(String[] args) + throws IOException, InterruptedException + { + new CompletableFutureDemo().run(new URL("http://horstmann.com/index.html")); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/concurrentHashMap/CHMDemo.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/concurrentHashMap/CHMDemo.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6835ce1 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/concurrentHashMap/CHMDemo.java" @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +package concurrentHashMap; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.concurrent.*; +import java.util.stream.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates concurrent hash maps. + * @version 1.0 2018-01-04 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CHMDemo +{ + public static ConcurrentHashMap map = new ConcurrentHashMap<>(); + + /** + * Adds all words in the given file to the concurrent hash map. + * @param file a file + */ + public static void process(Path file) + { + try (var in = new Scanner(file)) + { + while (in.hasNext()) + { + String word = in.next(); + map.merge(word, 1L, Long::sum); + } + } + catch (IOException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } + + /** + * Returns all descendants of a given directory--see Chapters 1 and 2 of Volume II + * @param rootDir the root directory + * @return a set of all descendants of the root directory + */ + public static Set descendants(Path rootDir) throws IOException + { + try (Stream entries = Files.walk(rootDir)) + { + return entries.collect(Collectors.toSet()); + } + } + + public static void main(String[] args) + throws InterruptedException, ExecutionException, IOException + { + int processors = Runtime.getRuntime().availableProcessors(); + ExecutorService executor = Executors.newFixedThreadPool(processors); + Path pathToRoot = Path.of("."); + for (Path p : descendants(pathToRoot)) + { + if (p.getFileName().toString().endsWith(".java")) + executor.execute(() -> process(p)); + } + executor.shutdown(); + executor.awaitTermination(10, TimeUnit.MINUTES); + map.forEach((k, v) -> + { + if (v >= 10) + System.out.println(k + " occurs " + v + " times"); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/executors/ExecutorDemo.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/executors/ExecutorDemo.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..67dd45f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/executors/ExecutorDemo.java" @@ -0,0 +1,121 @@ +package executors; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.time.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.concurrent.*; +import java.util.stream.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the Callable interface and executors. + * @version 1.01 2021-05-30 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ExecutorDemo +{ + /** + * Counts occurrences of a given word in a file. + * @return the number of times the word occurs in the given word + */ + public static long occurrences(String word, Path path) + { + try (var in = new Scanner(path)) + { + int count = 0; + while (in.hasNext()) + if (in.next().equals(word)) count++; + return count; + } + catch (IOException ex) + { + return 0; + } + } + + /** + * Returns all descendants of a given directory--see Chapters 1 and 2 of Volume II. + * @param rootDir the root directory + * @return a set of all descendants of the root directory + */ + public static Set descendants(Path rootDir) throws IOException + { + try (Stream entries = Files.walk(rootDir)) + { + return entries.filter(Files::isRegularFile) + .collect(Collectors.toSet()); + } + } + + /** + * Yields a task that searches for a word in a file. + * @param word the word to search + * @param path the file in which to search + * @return the search task that yields the path upon success + */ + public static Callable searchForTask(String word, Path path) + { + return () -> + { + try (var in = new Scanner(path)) + { + while (in.hasNext()) + { + if (in.next().equals(word)) return path; + if (Thread.currentThread().isInterrupted()) + { + System.out.println("Search in " + path + " canceled."); + return null; + } + } + throw new NoSuchElementException(); + } + }; + } + + public static void main(String[] args) + throws InterruptedException, ExecutionException, IOException + { + try (var in = new Scanner(System.in)) + { + System.out.print("Enter base directory (e.g. /opt/jdk-9-src): "); + String start = in.nextLine(); + System.out.print("Enter keyword (e.g. volatile): "); + String word = in.nextLine(); + + Set files = descendants(Path.of(start)); + var tasks = new ArrayList>(); + for (Path file : files) + { + Callable task = () -> occurrences(word, file); + tasks.add(task); + } + ExecutorService executor = Executors.newCachedThreadPool(); + // use a single thread executor instead to see if multiple threads + // speed up the search + // ExecutorService executor = Executors.newSingleThreadExecutor(); + + Instant startTime = Instant.now(); + List> results = executor.invokeAll(tasks); + long total = 0; + for (Future result : results) + total += result.get(); + Instant endTime = Instant.now(); + System.out.println("Occurrences of " + word + ": " + total); + System.out.println("Time elapsed: " + + Duration.between(startTime, endTime).toMillis() + " ms"); + + var searchTasks = new ArrayList>(); + for (Path file : files) + searchTasks.add(searchForTask(word, file)); + Path found = executor.invokeAny(searchTasks); + System.out.println(word + " occurs in: " + found); + + if (executor instanceof ThreadPoolExecutor tpExecutor) + // the single thread executor isn't + System.out.println("Largest pool size: " + + tpExecutor.getLargestPoolSize(); + executor.shutdown(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/forkJoin/ForkJoinTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/forkJoin/ForkJoinTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0becd79 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/forkJoin/ForkJoinTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +package forkJoin; + +import java.util.concurrent.*; +import java.util.function.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the fork-join framework. + * @version 1.02 2021-06-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ForkJoinTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + final int SIZE = 10000000; + var numbers = new double[SIZE]; + for (int i = 0; i < SIZE; i++) numbers[i] = Math.random(); + var counter = new Counter(numbers, 0, numbers.length, x -> x > 0.5); + var pool = new ForkJoinPool(); + pool.invoke(counter); + System.out.println(counter.join()); + } +} + +class Counter extends RecursiveTask +{ + public static final int THRESHOLD = 1000; + private double[] values; + private int from; + private int to; + private DoublePredicate filter; + + public Counter(double[] values, int from, int to, DoublePredicate filter) + { + this.values = values; + this.from = from; + this.to = to; + this.filter = filter; + } + + protected Integer compute() + { + if (to - from < THRESHOLD) + { + int count = 0; + for (int i = from; i < to; i++) + { + if (filter.test(values[i])) count++; + } + return count; + } + else + { + int mid = from + (to - from) / 2; + var first = new Counter(values, from, mid, filter); + var second = new Counter(values, mid, to, filter); + invokeAll(first, second); + return first.join() + second.join(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/process/ReadDir.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/process/ReadDir.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b0298b5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/process/ReadDir.java" @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +package process; + +import java.io.IOException; +import java.nio.file.Paths; +import java.util.Scanner; + +public class ReadDir +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException, InterruptedException + { + Process p = new ProcessBuilder("/bin/ls", "-l") + .directory(Path.of("/tmp").toFile()) + .start(); + try (var in = new Scanner(p.getInputStream())) + { + while (in.hasNextLine()) + System.out.println(in.nextLine()); + } + int result = p.waitFor(); + System.out.println("Exit value: " + result); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/swingWorker/SwingWorkerTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/swingWorker/SwingWorkerTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..64ee43e --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/swingWorker/SwingWorkerTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,161 @@ +package swingWorker; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.List; +import java.util.concurrent.*; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates a worker thread that runs a potentially time-consuming task. + * @version 1.12 2018-03-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class SwingWorkerTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws Exception + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new SwingWorkerFrame(); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * This frame has a text area to show the contents of a text file, a menu to open a file and + * cancel the opening process, and a status line to show the file loading progress. + */ +class SwingWorkerFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JFileChooser chooser; + private JTextArea textArea; + private JLabel statusLine; + private JMenuItem openItem; + private JMenuItem cancelItem; + private SwingWorker textReader; + public static final int TEXT_ROWS = 20; + public static final int TEXT_COLUMNS = 60; + + public SwingWorkerFrame() + { + chooser = new JFileChooser(); + chooser.setCurrentDirectory(new File(".")); + + textArea = new JTextArea(TEXT_ROWS, TEXT_COLUMNS); + add(new JScrollPane(textArea)); + + statusLine = new JLabel(" "); + add(statusLine, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + + var menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + + var menu = new JMenu("File"); + menuBar.add(menu); + + openItem = new JMenuItem("Open"); + menu.add(openItem); + openItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + // show file chooser dialog + int result = chooser.showOpenDialog(null); + + // if file selected, set it as icon of the label + if (result == JFileChooser.APPROVE_OPTION) + { + textArea.setText(""); + openItem.setEnabled(false); + textReader = new TextReader(chooser.getSelectedFile()); + textReader.execute(); + cancelItem.setEnabled(true); + } + }); + + cancelItem = new JMenuItem("Cancel"); + menu.add(cancelItem); + cancelItem.setEnabled(false); + cancelItem.addActionListener(event -> textReader.cancel(true)); + pack(); + } + + private class ProgressData + { + public int number; + public String line; + } + + private class TextReader extends SwingWorker + { + private File file; + private StringBuilder text = new StringBuilder(); + + public TextReader(File file) + { + this.file = file; + } + + // the following method executes in the worker thread; it doesn't touch Swing components + + public StringBuilder doInBackground() throws IOException, InterruptedException + { + int lineNumber = 0; + try (var in = new Scanner(new FileInputStream(file), StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + while (in.hasNextLine()) + { + String line = in.nextLine(); + lineNumber++; + text.append(line).append("\n"); + var data = new ProgressData(); + data.number = lineNumber; + data.line = line; + publish(data); + Thread.sleep(1); // to test cancellation; no need to do this in your programs + } + } + return text; + } + + // the following methods execute in the event dispatch thread + + public void process(List data) + { + if (isCancelled()) return; + var builder = new StringBuilder(); + statusLine.setText("" + data.get(data.size() - 1).number); + for (ProgressData d : data) builder.append(d.line).append("\n"); + textArea.append(builder.toString()); + } + + public void done() + { + try + { + StringBuilder result = get(); + textArea.setText(result.toString()); + statusLine.setText("Done"); + } + catch (InterruptedException ex) + { + } + catch (CancellationException ex) + { + textArea.setText(""); + statusLine.setText("Cancelled"); + } + catch (ExecutionException ex) + { + statusLine.setText("" + ex.getCause()); + } + + cancelItem.setEnabled(false); + openItem.setEnabled(true); + } + }; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/synch/Bank.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/synch/Bank.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b9a18d7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/synch/Bank.java" @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +package synch; + +import java.util.*; +import java.util.concurrent.locks.*; + +/** + * A bank with a number of bank accounts that uses locks for serializing access. + */ +public class Bank +{ + private final double[] accounts; + private Lock bankLock; + private Condition sufficientFunds; + + /** + * Constructs the bank. + * @param n the number of accounts + * @param initialBalance the initial balance for each account + */ + public Bank(int n, double initialBalance) + { + accounts = new double[n]; + Arrays.fill(accounts, initialBalance); + bankLock = new ReentrantLock(); + sufficientFunds = bankLock.newCondition(); + } + + /** + * Transfers money from one account to another. + * @param from the account to transfer from + * @param to the account to transfer to + * @param amount the amount to transfer + */ + public void transfer(int from, int to, double amount) throws InterruptedException + { + bankLock.lock(); + try + { + while (accounts[from] < amount) + sufficientFunds.await(); + System.out.print(Thread.currentThread()); + accounts[from] -= amount; + System.out.printf(" %10.2f from %d to %d", amount, from, to); + accounts[to] += amount; + System.out.printf(" Total Balance: %10.2f%n", getTotalBalance()); + sufficientFunds.signalAll(); + } + finally + { + bankLock.unlock(); + } + } + + /** + * Gets the sum of all account balances. + * @return the total balance + */ + public double getTotalBalance() + { + bankLock.lock(); + try + { + double sum = 0; + + for (double a : accounts) + sum += a; + + return sum; + } + finally + { + bankLock.unlock(); + } + } + + /** + * Gets the number of accounts in the bank. + * @return the number of accounts + */ + public int size() + { + return accounts.length; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/synch/SynchBankTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/synch/SynchBankTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..19c9bb9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/synch/SynchBankTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +package synch; + +/** + * This program shows how multiple threads can safely access a data structure. + * @version 1.32 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class SynchBankTest +{ + public static final int NACCOUNTS = 100; + public static final double INITIAL_BALANCE = 1000; + public static final double MAX_AMOUNT = 1000; + public static final int DELAY = 10; + + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var bank = new Bank(NACCOUNTS, INITIAL_BALANCE); + for (int i = 0; i < NACCOUNTS; i++) + { + int fromAccount = i; + Runnable r = () -> + { + try + { + while (true) + { + int toAccount = (int) (bank.size() * Math.random()); + double amount = MAX_AMOUNT * Math.random(); + bank.transfer(fromAccount, toAccount, amount); + Thread.sleep((int) (DELAY * Math.random())); + } + } + catch (InterruptedException e) + { + } + }; + var t = new Thread(r); + t.start(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/synch2/Bank.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/synch2/Bank.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ae9d1fd --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/synch2/Bank.java" @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +package synch2; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * A bank with a number of bank accounts that uses synchronization primitives. + */ +public class Bank +{ + private final double[] accounts; + + /** + * Constructs the bank. + * @param n the number of accounts + * @param initialBalance the initial balance for each account + */ + public Bank(int n, double initialBalance) + { + accounts = new double[n]; + Arrays.fill(accounts, initialBalance); + } + + /** + * Transfers money from one account to another. + * @param from the account to transfer from + * @param to the account to transfer to + * @param amount the amount to transfer + */ + public synchronized void transfer(int from, int to, double amount) + throws InterruptedException + { + while (accounts[from] < amount) + wait(); + System.out.print(Thread.currentThread()); + accounts[from] -= amount; + System.out.printf(" %10.2f from %d to %d", amount, from, to); + accounts[to] += amount; + System.out.printf(" Total Balance: %10.2f%n", getTotalBalance()); + notifyAll(); + } + + /** + * Gets the sum of all account balances. + * @return the total balance + */ + public synchronized double getTotalBalance() + { + double sum = 0; + + for (double a : accounts) + sum += a; + + return sum; + } + + /** + * Gets the number of accounts in the bank. + * @return the number of accounts + */ + public int size() + { + return accounts.length; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/synch2/SynchBankTest2.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/synch2/SynchBankTest2.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..db8633b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/synch2/SynchBankTest2.java" @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +package synch2; + +/** + * This program shows how multiple threads can safely access a data structure, + * using synchronized methods. + * @version 1.32 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class SynchBankTest2 +{ + public static final int NACCOUNTS = 100; + public static final double INITIAL_BALANCE = 1000; + public static final double MAX_AMOUNT = 1000; + public static final int DELAY = 10; + + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var bank = new Bank(NACCOUNTS, INITIAL_BALANCE); + for (int i = 0; i < NACCOUNTS; i++) + { + int fromAccount = i; + Runnable r = () -> + { + try + { + while (true) + { + int toAccount = (int) (bank.size() * Math.random()); + double amount = MAX_AMOUNT * Math.random(); + bank.transfer(fromAccount, toAccount, amount); + Thread.sleep((int) (DELAY * Math.random())); + } + } + catch (InterruptedException e) + { + } + }; + var t = new Thread(r); + t.start(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/threads/Bank.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/threads/Bank.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e027370 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/threads/Bank.java" @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +package threads; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * A bank with a number of bank accounts. + */ +public class Bank +{ + private final double[] accounts; + + /** + * Constructs the bank. + * @param n the number of accounts + * @param initialBalance the initial balance for each account + */ + public Bank(int n, double initialBalance) + { + accounts = new double[n]; + Arrays.fill(accounts, initialBalance); + } + + /** + * Transfers money from one account to another. + * @param from the account to transfer from + * @param to the account to transfer to + * @param amount the amount to transfer + */ + public void transfer(int from, int to, double amount) + { + if (accounts[from] < amount) return; + System.out.print(Thread.currentThread()); + accounts[from] -= amount; + System.out.printf(" %10.2f from %d to %d", amount, from, to); + accounts[to] += amount; + System.out.printf(" Total Balance: %10.2f%n", getTotalBalance()); + } + + /** + * Gets the sum of all account balances. + * @return the total balance + */ + public double getTotalBalance() + { + double sum = 0; + + for (double a : accounts) + sum += a; + + return sum; + } + + /** + * Gets the number of accounts in the bank. + * @return the number of accounts + */ + public int size() + { + return accounts.length; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/threads/ThreadTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/threads/ThreadTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3aba131 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/threads/ThreadTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,51 @@ +package threads; + +/** + * @version 1.30 2004-08-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ThreadTest +{ + public static final int DELAY = 10; + public static final int STEPS = 100; + public static final double MAX_AMOUNT = 1000; + + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var bank = new Bank(4, 100000); + Runnable task1 = () -> + { + try + { + for (int i = 0; i < STEPS; i++) + { + double amount = MAX_AMOUNT * Math.random(); + bank.transfer(0, 1, amount); + Thread.sleep((int) (DELAY * Math.random())); + } + } + catch (InterruptedException e) + { + } + }; + + Runnable task2 = () -> + { + try + { + for (int i = 0; i < STEPS; i++) + { + double amount = MAX_AMOUNT * Math.random(); + bank.transfer(2, 3, amount); + Thread.sleep((int) (DELAY * Math.random())); + } + } + catch (InterruptedException e) + { + } + }; + + new Thread(task1).start(); + new Thread(task2).start(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/unsynch/Bank.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/unsynch/Bank.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ba037b6 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/unsynch/Bank.java" @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +package unsynch; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * A bank with a number of bank accounts. + */ +public class Bank +{ + private final double[] accounts; + + /** + * Constructs the bank. + * @param n the number of accounts + * @param initialBalance the initial balance for each account + */ + public Bank(int n, double initialBalance) + { + accounts = new double[n]; + Arrays.fill(accounts, initialBalance); + } + + /** + * Transfers money from one account to another. + * @param from the account to transfer from + * @param to the account to transfer to + * @param amount the amount to transfer + */ + public void transfer(int from, int to, double amount) + { + if (accounts[from] < amount) return; + System.out.print(Thread.currentThread()); + accounts[from] -= amount; + System.out.printf(" %10.2f from %d to %d", amount, from, to); + accounts[to] += amount; + System.out.printf(" Total Balance: %10.2f%n", getTotalBalance()); + } + + /** + * Gets the sum of all account balances. + * @return the total balance + */ + public double getTotalBalance() + { + double sum = 0; + + for (double a : accounts) + sum += a; + + return sum; + } + + /** + * Gets the number of accounts in the bank. + * @return the number of accounts + */ + public int size() + { + return accounts.length; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/unsynch/UnsynchBankTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/unsynch/UnsynchBankTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6f03aa9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v1ch12/unsynch/UnsynchBankTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +package unsynch; + +/** + * This program shows data corruption when multiple threads access a data structure. + * @version 1.32 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class UnsynchBankTest +{ + public static final int NACCOUNTS = 100; + public static final double INITIAL_BALANCE = 1000; + public static final double MAX_AMOUNT = 1000; + public static final int DELAY = 10; + + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var bank = new Bank(NACCOUNTS, INITIAL_BALANCE); + for (int i = 0; i < NACCOUNTS; i++) + { + int fromAccount = i; + Runnable r = () -> + { + try + { + while (true) + { + int toAccount = (int) (bank.size() * Math.random()); + double amount = MAX_AMOUNT * Math.random(); + bank.transfer(fromAccount, toAccount, amount); + Thread.sleep((int) (DELAY * Math.random())); + } + } + catch (InterruptedException e) + { + } + }; + var t = new Thread(r); + t.start(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/cities.txt" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/cities.txt" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b15bc49 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/cities.txt" @@ -0,0 +1,729 @@ +New York, NY, 8336697 +Los Angeles, CA, 3857799 +Chicago, IL, 2714856 +Houston, TX, 2160821 +Philadelphia, PA, 1547607 +Phoenix, AZ, 1488750 +San Antonio, TX, 1382951 +San Diego, CA, 1338348 +Dallas, TX, 1241162 +San Jose, CA, 982765 +Austin, TX, 842592 +Jacksonville, FL, 836507 +Indianapolis, IN, 834852 +San Francisco, CA, 825863 +Columbus, OH, 809798 +Fort Worth, TX, 777992 +Charlotte, NC, 775202 +Detroit, MI, 701475 +El Paso, TX, 672538 +Memphis, TN, 655155 +Boston, MA, 636479 +Seattle, WA, 634535 +Denver, CO, 634265 +Washington, DC, 632323 +Nashville-Davidson, TN, 624496 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61797 +Cheyenne, WY, 61537 +Conroe, TX, 61533 +La Habra, CA, 61392 +Burnsville, MN, 61130 +Terre Haute, IN, 61112 +Encinitas, CA, 60994 +Monterey Park, CA, 60937 +Tulare, CA, 60933 +Vineland, NJ, 60854 +New Braunfels, TX, 60761 +West Allis, WI, 60732 +Greenville, SC, 60709 +Meriden, CT, 60638 +Ames, IA, 60634 +Bristol, CT, 60603 +Bowling Green, KY, 60600 +North Miami, FL, 60565 +Malden, MA, 60374 +Taylorsville, UT, 60227 +Pontiac, MI, 60175 +Springfield, OH, 60147 +Cupertino, CA, 60009 +Grand Junction, CO, 59899 +Springfield, OR, 59869 +St. Clair Shores, MI, 59749 +Gardena, CA, 59490 +Blaine, MN, 59412 +National, CA, 59387 +Lancaster, PA, 59360 +Mansfield, TX, 59317 +West Des Moines, IA, 59296 +Rocklin, CA, 59030 +Petaluma, CA, 58921 +Rogers, AR, 58895 +Great Falls, MO, 58893 +Lakewood, WA, 58852 +Des Plaines, IL, 58840 +Wellington, FL, 58679 +Huntington Park, CA, 58673 +San Rafael, CA, 58502 +Chapel Hill, NC, 58424 +Royal Oak, MI, 58410 +North Port, FL, 58378 +Marietta, GA, 58359 +Broomfield, CO, 58298 +La Mesa, CA, 58160 +Dubuque, IA, 58155 +Owensboro, KY, 58083 +Cedar Park, TX, 57957 +Idaho Falls, ID, 57899 +Casper, WY, 57813 +Moore, OK, 57810 +Rowlett, TX, 57703 +Valdosta, GA, 57597 +Arcadia, CA, 57497 +White Plains, NY, 57403 +Orland Park, IL, 57392 +Lakeville, MN, 57342 +Jupiter, FL, 57221 +Tinley Park, IL, 57144 +Rocky Mount, NC, 57136 +Medford, MA, 57033 +Oak Lawn, IL, 56995 +Ocala, FL, 56945 +Novi, MI, 56912 +Auburn, AL, 56908 +Kokomo, IN, 56866 +Dearborn Heights, MI, 56838 +Berwyn, IL, 56800 +Port Orange, FL, 56766 +Redmond, WA, 56561 +Fountain Valley, CA, 56464 +Diamond Bar, CA, 56363 +Woodland, CA, 56271 +New Brunswick, NJ, 56160 +Bowie, MD, 56129 +Midwest, OK, 56080 +Manhattan, KS, 56069 +Taunton, MA, 56055 +Decatur, AL, 55996 +Kettering, OH, 55990 +Bartlett, TN, 55945 +South Jordan, UT, 55934 +Anderson, IN, 55554 +Chicopee, MA, 55490 +West Haven, CT, 55404 +Santee, CA, 55343 +Lake Elsinore, CA, 55288 +Noblesville, IN, 55075 +Margate, FL, 55026 +Porterville, CA, 55023 +Coconut Creek, FL, 55001 +Corvallis, OR, 54998 +Weymouth, MA, 54906 +Hempstead, NY, 54883 +Carson, NV, 54838 +Pocatello, ID, 54777 +Paramount, CA, 54680 +Sanford, FL, 54651 +Eastvale, CA, 54635 +Buckeye, AZ, 54542 +Mount Prospect, IL, 54505 +Rosemead, CA, 54393 +Shoreline, WA, 54352 +Hanford, CA, 54324 +Highland, CA, 54154 +Elyria, OH, 54086 +St. Peters, MO, 54078 +Port Arthur, TX, 54010 +Normal, IL, 53837 +Brentwood, CA, 53673 +Wheaton, IL, 53469 +Grand Forks, ND, 53456 +Novato, CA, 53301 +Revere, MA, 53179 +Colton, CA, 53123 +Hendersonville, TN, 53080 +Blue Springs, MO, 53014 +Lake Havasu, AZ, 52819 +Sarasota, FL, 52811 +Euless, TX, 52780 +Cathedral, CA, 52655 +Greenwood, IN, 52652 +Smyrna, GA, 52650 +Bellevue, NE, 52604 +Delano, CA, 52426 +Pensacola, FL, 52340 +Hoffman Estates, IL, 52305 +Georgetown, TX, 52303 +Yucaipa, CA, 52265 +Florissant, MO, 52252 +Hoboken, NJ, 52034 +Oak Park, IL, 52015 +Battle Creek, MI, 51911 +Pflugerville, TX, 51894 +Watsonville, CA, 51881 +Peabody, MA, 51867 +Perth Amboy, NJ, 51744 +Placentia, CA, 51673 +La Crosse, WI, 51647 +Kingsport, TN, 51501 +Milford, CT, 51488 +West NY, NJ, 51464 +Richland, WA, 51440 +Lakewood, OH, 51385 +Castle Rock, CO, 51348 +Albany, OR, 51322 +Burlington, NC, 51306 +Lehi, UT, 51173 +Elkhart, IN, 51152 +Minnetonka, MN, 51123 +DeSoto, TX, 51102 +Charleston, WV, 51018 +Harrisonburg, VA, 50981 +Saginaw, MI, 50790 +Glendora, CA, 50719 +Kirkland, WA, 50697 +Bradenton, FL, 50672 +Gilroy, CA, 50660 +Southaven, MS, 50374 +Plainfield, NJ, 50244 +Palm Desert, CA, 50013 +San Marcos, TX, 50001 +Troy, NY, 49946 +Niagara Falls, NY, 49722 +Joplin, MO, 49526 diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/collecting/CollectingIntoMaps.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/collecting/CollectingIntoMaps.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6a89689 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/collecting/CollectingIntoMaps.java" @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +package collecting; + +import java.io.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.function.*; +import java.util.stream.*; + +/** + * @version 1.01 2021-09-06 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CollectingIntoMaps +{ + + public record Person(int id, String name) {} + + public static Stream people() + { + return Stream.of(new Person(1001, "Peter"), new Person(1002, "Paul"), + new Person(1003, "Mary")); + } + + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + Map idToName = people().collect( + Collectors.toMap(Person::id, Person::name)); + System.out.println("idToName: " + idToName); + + Map idToPerson = people().collect( + Collectors.toMap(Person::id, Function.identity())); + System.out.println("idToPerson: " + idToPerson.getClass().getName() + + idToPerson); + + idToPerson = people().collect( + Collectors.toMap(Person::id, Function.identity(), + (existingValue, newValue) -> { throw new IllegalStateException(); }, + TreeMap::new)); + System.out.println("idToPerson: " + idToPerson.getClass().getName() + + idToPerson); + + Stream locales = Stream.of(Locale.getAvailableLocales()); + Map languageNames = locales.collect( + Collectors.toMap( + Locale::getDisplayLanguage, + l -> l.getDisplayLanguage(l), + (existingValue, newValue) -> existingValue)); + System.out.println("languageNames: " + languageNames); + + locales = Stream.of(Locale.getAvailableLocales()); + Map> countryLanguageSets = locales.collect( + Collectors.toMap( + Locale::getDisplayCountry, + l -> Set.of(l.getDisplayLanguage()), + (a, b) -> + { // union of a and b + Set union = new HashSet<>(a); + union.addAll(b); + return union; + })); + System.out.println("countryLanguageSets: " + countryLanguageSets); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/collecting/CollectingResults.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/collecting/CollectingResults.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e328a2c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/collecting/CollectingResults.java" @@ -0,0 +1,82 @@ +package collecting; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.stream.*; + +/** + * @version 1.02 2019-08-28 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CollectingResults +{ + public static Stream noVowels() throws IOException + { + var contents = Files.readString( + Path.of("../gutenberg/alice30.txt")); + + List wordList = List.of(contents.split("\\PL+")); + Stream words = wordList.stream(); + return words.map(s -> s.replaceAll("[aeiouAEIOU]", "")); + } + + public static void show(String label, Set set) + { + System.out.print(label + ": " + set.getClass().getName()); + System.out.println("[" + + set.stream().limit(10).map(Object::toString).collect(Collectors.joining(", ")) + + "]"); + } + + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + Iterator iter = Stream.iterate(0, n -> n + 1).limit(10).iterator(); + while (iter.hasNext()) + System.out.println(iter.next()); + + Object[] numbers = Stream.iterate(0, n -> n + 1).limit(10).toArray(); + System.out.println("Object array:" + numbers); + // Note it's an Object[] array + + try + { + var number = (Integer) numbers[0]; // OK + System.out.println("number: " + number); + System.out.println("The following statement throws an exception:"); + var numbers2 = (Integer[]) numbers; // Throws exception + } + catch (ClassCastException e) + { + System.out.println(e); + } + + Integer[] numbers3 = Stream.iterate(0, n -> n + 1) + .limit(10) + .toArray(Integer[]::new); + System.out.println("Integer array: " + numbers3); + // Note it's an Integer[] array + + Set noVowelSet = noVowels().collect(Collectors.toSet()); + show("noVowelSet", noVowelSet); + + TreeSet noVowelTreeSet = noVowels().collect( + Collectors.toCollection(TreeSet::new)); + show("noVowelTreeSet", noVowelTreeSet); + + String result = noVowels().limit(10).collect(Collectors.joining()); + System.out.println("Joining: " + result); + result = noVowels().limit(10) + .collect(Collectors.joining(", ")); + System.out.println("Joining with commas: " + result); + + IntSummaryStatistics summary = noVowels().collect( + Collectors.summarizingInt(String::length)); + double averageWordLength = summary.getAverage(); + double maxWordLength = summary.getMax(); + System.out.println("Average word length: " + averageWordLength); + System.out.println("Max word length: " + maxWordLength); + System.out.println("forEach:"); + noVowels().limit(10).forEach(System.out::println); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/collecting/DownstreamCollectors.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/collecting/DownstreamCollectors.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d0db406 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/collecting/DownstreamCollectors.java" @@ -0,0 +1,77 @@ +package collecting; + +import static java.util.stream.Collectors.*; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.stream.*; + +/** + * @version 1.01 2021-09-06 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class DownstreamCollectors +{ + public record City(String name, String state, int population) {} + + public static Stream readCities(String filename) throws IOException + { + return Files.lines(Path.of(filename)) + .map(l -> l.split(", ")) + .map(a -> new City(a[0], a[1], Integer.parseInt(a[2]))); + } + + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + Stream locales = Stream.of(Locale.getAvailableLocales()); + Map> countryToLocaleSet = locales.collect(groupingBy( + Locale::getCountry, toSet())); + System.out.println("countryToLocaleSet: " + countryToLocaleSet); + + locales = Stream.of(Locale.getAvailableLocales()); + Map countryToLocaleCounts = locales.collect(groupingBy( + Locale::getCountry, counting())); + System.out.println("countryToLocaleCounts: " + countryToLocaleCounts); + + Stream cities = readCities("cities.txt"); + Map stateToCityPopulation = cities.collect(groupingBy( + City::state, summingInt(City::population))); + System.out.println("stateToCityPopulation: " + stateToCityPopulation); + + cities = readCities("cities.txt"); + Map> stateToLongestCityName = cities + .collect(groupingBy(City::state, + mapping(City::name, maxBy(Comparator.comparing(String::length))))); + System.out.println("stateToLongestCityName: " + stateToLongestCityName); + + locales = Stream.of(Locale.getAvailableLocales()); + Map> countryToLanguages = locales.collect(groupingBy( + Locale::getDisplayCountry, mapping(Locale::getDisplayLanguage, toSet()))); + System.out.println("countryToLanguages: " + countryToLanguages); + + cities = readCities("cities.txt"); + Map stateToCityPopulationSummary = cities + .collect(groupingBy(City::state, summarizingInt(City::population))); + System.out.println(stateToCityPopulationSummary.get("NY")); + + cities = readCities("cities.txt"); + Map stateToCityNames = cities.collect(groupingBy( + City::state, + reducing("", City::name, (s, t) -> s.length() == 0 ? t : s + ", " + t))); + + cities = readCities("cities.txt"); + stateToCityNames = cities.collect(groupingBy(City::state, + mapping(City::name, joining(", ")))); + System.out.println("stateToCityNames: " + stateToCityNames); + + cities = readCities("cities.txt"); + record Pair(S first, T second) {} + Pair, Double> result = cities.filter(c -> c.state().equals("NV")) + .collect(teeing( + mapping(City::name, toList()), + averagingDouble(City::population), + (names, avg) -> new Pair<>(names, avg))); + System.out.println(result); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/optional/OptionalTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/optional/OptionalTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dc38ba6 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/optional/OptionalTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +package optional; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * @version 1.02 2019-08-28 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class OptionalTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + var contents = Files.readString( + Path.of("../gutenberg/alice30.txt")); + List wordList = List.of(contents.split("\\PL+")); + + Optional optionalValue = wordList.stream() + .filter(s -> s.contains("fred")) + .findFirst(); + System.out.println(optionalValue.orElse("No word") + " contains fred"); + + Optional optionalString = Optional.empty(); + String result = optionalString.orElse("N/A"); + System.out.println("result: " + result); + result = optionalString.orElseGet(() -> Locale.getDefault().getDisplayName()); + System.out.println("result: " + result); + try + { + result = optionalString.orElseThrow(IllegalStateException::new); + System.out.println("result: " + result); + } + catch (Throwable t) + { + t.printStackTrace(); + } + + optionalValue = wordList.stream() + .filter(s -> s.contains("red")) + .findFirst(); + optionalValue.ifPresent(s -> System.out.println(s + " contains red")); + + var results = new HashSet(); + optionalValue.ifPresent(results::add); + Optional added = optionalValue.map(results::add); + System.out.println(added); + + System.out.println(inverse(4.0).flatMap(OptionalTest::squareRoot)); + System.out.println(inverse(-1.0).flatMap(OptionalTest::squareRoot)); + System.out.println(inverse(0.0).flatMap(OptionalTest::squareRoot)); + Optional result2 = Optional.of(-4.0) + .flatMap(OptionalTest::inverse).flatMap(OptionalTest::squareRoot); + System.out.println(result2); + } + + public static Optional inverse(Double x) + { + return x == 0 ? Optional.empty() : Optional.of(1 / x); + } + + public static Optional squareRoot(Double x) + { + return x < 0 ? Optional.empty() : Optional.of(Math.sqrt(x)); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/parallel/ParallelStreams.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/parallel/ParallelStreams.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8e39bee --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/parallel/ParallelStreams.java" @@ -0,0 +1,61 @@ +package parallel; + +import static java.util.stream.Collectors.*; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.stream.*; + +/** + * @version 1.02 2019-08-28 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ParallelStreams +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + var contents = Files.readString( + Path.of("../gutenberg/alice30.txt")); + List wordList = List.of(contents.split("\\PL+")); + + // Very bad code ahead + var shortWords = new int[10]; + wordList.parallelStream().forEach(s -> + { + if (s.length() < 10) shortWords[s.length()]++; + }); + System.out.println(Arrays.toString(shortWords)); + + // Try again--the result will likely be different (and also wrong) + Arrays.fill(shortWords, 0); + wordList.parallelStream().forEach(s -> + { + if (s.length() < 10) shortWords[s.length()]++; + }); + System.out.println(Arrays.toString(shortWords)); + + // Remedy: Group and count + Map shortWordCounts = wordList.parallelStream() + .filter(s -> s.length() < 10) + .collect(groupingBy(String::length, counting())); + + System.out.println(shortWordCounts); + + // Downstream order not deterministic + Map> result = wordList.parallelStream().collect( + Collectors.groupingByConcurrent(String::length)); + + System.out.println(result.get(14)); + + result = wordList.parallelStream().collect( + Collectors.groupingByConcurrent(String::length)); + + System.out.println(result.get(14)); + + Map wordCounts = wordList.parallelStream().collect( + groupingByConcurrent(String::length, counting())); + + System.out.println(wordCounts); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/streams/CountLongWords.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/streams/CountLongWords.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..da78143 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/streams/CountLongWords.java" @@ -0,0 +1,32 @@ +package streams; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * @version 1.02 2019-08-28 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CountLongWords +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + var contents = Files.readString( + Path.of("../gutenberg/alice30.txt")); + List words = List.of(contents.split("\\PL+")); + + long count = 0; + for (String w : words) + { + if (w.length() > 12) count++; + } + System.out.println(count); + + count = words.stream().filter(w -> w.length() > 12).count(); + System.out.println(count); + + count = words.parallelStream().filter(w -> w.length() > 12).count(); + System.out.println(count); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/streams/CreatingStreams.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/streams/CreatingStreams.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..99742d2 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/streams/CreatingStreams.java" @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +package streams; + +import java.io.*; +import java.math.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.regex.Pattern; +import java.util.stream.*; + +/** + * @version 1.03 2021-09-06 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CreatingStreams +{ + public static void show(String title, Stream stream) + { + final int SIZE = 10; + List firstElements = stream + .limit(SIZE + 1) + .toList(); + System.out.print(title + ": "); + for (int i = 0; i < firstElements.size(); i++) + { + if (i > 0) System.out.print(", "); + if (i < SIZE) System.out.print(firstElements.get(i)); + else System.out.print("..."); + } + System.out.println(); + } + + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + Path path = Path.of("../gutenberg/alice30.txt"); + var contents = Files.readString(path); + + Stream words = Stream.of(contents.split("\\PL+")); + show("words", words); + Stream song = Stream.of("gently", "down", "the", "stream"); + show("song", song); + Stream silence = Stream.empty(); + show("silence", silence); + + Stream echos = Stream.generate(() -> "Echo"); + show("echos", echos); + + Stream randoms = Stream.generate(Math::random); + show("randoms", randoms); + + Stream integers = Stream.iterate(BigInteger.ONE, + n -> n.add(BigInteger.ONE)); + show("integers", integers); + + Stream greetings = "Hello\nGuten Tag\nBonjour".lines(); + show("greetings", greetings); + + Stream wordsAnotherWay = Pattern.compile("\\PL+").splitAsStream(contents); + show("wordsAnotherWay", wordsAnotherWay); + + try (Stream lines = Files.lines(path)) + { + show("lines", lines); + } + + Iterable iterable = FileSystems.getDefault().getRootDirectories(); + Stream rootDirectories = StreamSupport.stream(iterable.spliterator(), false); + show("rootDirectories", rootDirectories); + + Iterator iterator = Path.of("/usr/share/dict/words").iterator(); + Stream pathComponents = StreamSupport.stream(Spliterators.spliteratorUnknownSize( + iterator, Spliterator.ORDERED), false); + show("pathComponents", pathComponents); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/streams/PrimitiveTypeStreams.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/streams/PrimitiveTypeStreams.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f8824e3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch01/streams/PrimitiveTypeStreams.java" @@ -0,0 +1,52 @@ +package streams; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.stream.*; + +/** + * @version 1.02 2021-09-09 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class PrimitiveTypeStreams +{ + public static void show(String title, IntStream stream) + { + final int SIZE = 10; + int[] firstElements = stream.limit(SIZE + 1).toArray(); + System.out.print(title + ": "); + for (int i = 0; i < firstElements.length; i++) + { + if (i > 0) System.out.print(", "); + if (i < SIZE) System.out.print(firstElements[i]); + else System.out.print("..."); + } + System.out.println(); + } + + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + IntStream is1 = IntStream.generate(() -> (int) (Math.random() * 100)); + show("is1", is1); + IntStream is2 = IntStream.range(5, 10); + show("is2", is2); + IntStream is3 = IntStream.rangeClosed(5, 10); + show("is3", is3); + + Path path = Path.of("../gutenberg/alice30.txt"); + var contents = Files.readString(path); + + Stream words = Stream.of(contents.split("\\PL+")); + IntStream is4 = words.mapToInt(String::length); + show("is4", is4); + String sentence = "\uD835\uDD46 is the set of octonions."; + System.out.println(sentence); + IntStream codes = sentence.codePoints(); + System.out.println(codes.mapToObj(c -> "%X ".formatted(c)).collect( + Collectors.joining())); + + Stream integers = IntStream.range(0, 100).boxed(); + IntStream is5 = integers.mapToInt(Integer::intValue); + show("is5", is5); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/employee.ser" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/employee.ser" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d29cc94 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/employee.ser" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/findDirectories/FindDirectories.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/findDirectories/FindDirectories.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b45cc54 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/findDirectories/FindDirectories.java" @@ -0,0 +1,32 @@ +package findDirectories; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.nio.file.attribute.*; + +/** + * @version 1.1 2012-05-31 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class FindDirectories +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + Path dir = Path.of(args.length == 0 ? System.getProperty("user.home") : args[0]); + Files.walkFileTree(dir, new SimpleFileVisitor() + { + public FileVisitResult visitFile(Path file, BasicFileAttributes attrs) + throws IOException + { + if (attrs.isDirectory()) + System.out.println(file); + return FileVisitResult.CONTINUE; + } + public FileVisitResult visitFileFailed(Path file, IOException e) + throws IOException + { + return FileVisitResult.CONTINUE; + } + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/match/HrefMatch.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/match/HrefMatch.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2051e9f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/match/HrefMatch.java" @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +package match; + +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.util.regex.*; + +/** + * This program displays all URLs in a web page by matching a regular expression that + * describes the HTML tag. Start the program as
+ * java match.HrefMatch URL + @version 1.04 2019-08-28 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class HrefMatch +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + try + { + // get URL string from command line or use default + String urlString; + if (args.length > 0) urlString = args[0]; + else urlString = "http://openjdk.java.net/"; + + // read contents of URL + InputStream in = new URL(urlString).openStream(); + var input = new String(in.readAllBytes(), StandardCharsets.UTF_8); + + // search for all occurrences of pattern + String patternString = "]*)\\s*>"; + Pattern pattern = Pattern.compile(patternString, Pattern.CASE_INSENSITIVE); + pattern.matcher(input) + .results() + .map(MatchResult::group) + .forEach(System.out::println); + } + catch (IOException | PatternSyntaxException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/memoryMap/MemoryMapTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/memoryMap/MemoryMapTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ff18f70 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/memoryMap/MemoryMapTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,114 @@ +package memoryMap; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.*; +import java.nio.channels.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.zip.*; + +/** + * This program computes the CRC checksum of a file in four ways.
+ * Usage: java memoryMap.MemoryMapTest filename + * @version 1.03 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class MemoryMapTest +{ + public static long checksumInputStream(Path filename) throws IOException + { + try (InputStream in = Files.newInputStream(filename)) + { + var crc = new CRC32(); + boolean done = false; + while (!done) + { + int c = in.read(); + if (c == -1) done = true; + else crc.update(c); + } + return crc.getValue(); + } + } + + public static long checksumBufferedInputStream(Path filename) throws IOException + { + try (var in = new BufferedInputStream(Files.newInputStream(filename))) + { + var crc = new CRC32(); + + boolean done = false; + while (!done) + { + int c = in.read(); + if (c == -1) done = true; + else crc.update(c); + } + return crc.getValue(); + } + } + + public static long checksumRandomAccessFile(Path filename) throws IOException + { + try (var file = new RandomAccessFile(filename.toFile(), "r")) + { + long length = file.length(); + var crc = new CRC32(); + + for (long p = 0; p < length; p++) + { + int c = file.readByte(); + crc.update(c); + } + return crc.getValue(); + } + } + + public static long checksumMappedFile(Path filename) throws IOException + { + try (FileChannel channel = FileChannel.open(filename)) + { + var crc = new CRC32(); + int length = (int) channel.size(); + MappedByteBuffer buffer = channel.map(FileChannel.MapMode.READ_ONLY, 0, length); + + for (int p = 0; p < length; p++) + { + int c = buffer.get(p); + crc.update(c); + } + return crc.getValue(); + } + } + + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + System.out.println("Input Stream:"); + long start = System.currentTimeMillis(); + Path filename = Path.of(args[0]); + long crcValue = checksumInputStream(filename); + long end = System.currentTimeMillis(); + System.out.println(Long.toHexString(crcValue)); + System.out.println((end - start) + " milliseconds"); + + System.out.println("Buffered Input Stream:"); + start = System.currentTimeMillis(); + crcValue = checksumBufferedInputStream(filename); + end = System.currentTimeMillis(); + System.out.println(Long.toHexString(crcValue)); + System.out.println((end - start) + " milliseconds"); + + System.out.println("Random Access File:"); + start = System.currentTimeMillis(); + crcValue = checksumRandomAccessFile(filename); + end = System.currentTimeMillis(); + System.out.println(Long.toHexString(crcValue)); + System.out.println((end - start) + " milliseconds"); + + System.out.println("Mapped File:"); + start = System.currentTimeMillis(); + crcValue = checksumMappedFile(filename); + end = System.currentTimeMillis(); + System.out.println(Long.toHexString(crcValue)); + System.out.println((end - start) + " milliseconds"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/memoryMap/MemoryMapTest2.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/memoryMap/MemoryMapTest2.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1de9662 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/memoryMap/MemoryMapTest2.java" @@ -0,0 +1,124 @@ +package memoryMap; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.*; +import java.nio.channels.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.zip.*; + +/** + * This program computes the CRC checksum of a file in four ways.
+ * Usage: java memoryMap.MemoryMapTest filename + * @version 1.02 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class MemoryMapTest2 +{ + public static int BLOCK_SIZE = 1024; + + public static long checksumInputStream(Path filename) throws IOException + { + try (InputStream in = Files.newInputStream(filename)) + { + var crc = new CRC32(); + + var bytes = new byte[BLOCK_SIZE]; + boolean done = false; + while (!done) + { + int n = in.read(bytes); + if (n == -1) done = true; + else crc.update(bytes, 0, n); + } + return crc.getValue(); + } + } + + public static long checksumBufferedInputStream(Path filename) + throws IOException + { + try (var in = new BufferedInputStream(Files.newInputStream(filename))) + { + var crc = new CRC32(); + + var bytes = new byte[BLOCK_SIZE]; + boolean done = false; + while (!done) + { + int n = in.read(bytes); + if (n == -1) done = true; + else crc.update(bytes, 0, n); + } + return crc.getValue(); + } + } + + public static long checksumRandomAccessFile(Path filename) throws IOException + { + try (var file = new RandomAccessFile(filename.toFile(), "r")) + { + long length = file.length(); + var crc = new CRC32(); + + var bytes = new byte[BLOCK_SIZE]; + for (long p = 0; p < length; p += BLOCK_SIZE) + { + int n = file.read(bytes); + crc.update(bytes, 0, n); + } + return crc.getValue(); + } + } + + public static long checksumMappedFile(Path filename) throws IOException + { + try (FileChannel channel = FileChannel.open(filename)) + { + var crc = new CRC32(); + int length = (int) channel.size(); + MappedByteBuffer buffer = channel.map( + FileChannel.MapMode.READ_ONLY, 0, length); + + var bytes = new byte[BLOCK_SIZE]; + for (int p = 0; p < length; p += BLOCK_SIZE) + { + int n = Math.min(BLOCK_SIZE, length - p); + buffer.get(bytes, 0, n); + crc.update(bytes, 0, n); + } + return crc.getValue(); + } + } + + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + System.out.println("Input Stream:"); + long start = System.currentTimeMillis(); + Path filename = Path.of(args[0]); + long crcValue = checksumInputStream(filename); + long end = System.currentTimeMillis(); + System.out.println(Long.toHexString(crcValue)); + System.out.println((end - start) + " milliseconds"); + + System.out.println("Buffered Input Stream:"); + start = System.currentTimeMillis(); + crcValue = checksumBufferedInputStream(filename); + end = System.currentTimeMillis(); + System.out.println(Long.toHexString(crcValue)); + System.out.println((end - start) + " milliseconds"); + + System.out.println("Random Access File:"); + start = System.currentTimeMillis(); + crcValue = checksumRandomAccessFile(filename); + end = System.currentTimeMillis(); + System.out.println(Long.toHexString(crcValue)); + System.out.println((end - start) + " milliseconds"); + + System.out.println("Mapped File:"); + start = System.currentTimeMillis(); + crcValue = checksumMappedFile(filename); + end = System.currentTimeMillis(); + System.out.println(Long.toHexString(crcValue)); + System.out.println((end - start) + " milliseconds"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess/DataIO.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess/DataIO.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cb39456 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess/DataIO.java" @@ -0,0 +1,32 @@ +package randomAccess; + +import java.io.*; + +public class DataIO +{ + public static String readFixedString(int size, DataInput in) throws IOException + { + var b = new StringBuilder(size); + int i = 0; + boolean done = false; + while (!done && i < size) + { + char ch = in.readChar(); + i++; + if (ch == 0) done = true; + else b.append(ch); + } + in.skipBytes(2 * (size - i)); + return b.toString(); + } + + public static void writeFixedString(String s, int size, DataOutput out) throws IOException + { + for (int i = 0; i < size; i++) + { + char ch = 0; + if (i < s.length()) ch = s.charAt(i); + out.writeChar(ch); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cf4858e --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +package randomAccess; + +import java.time.*; + +public class Employee +{ + public static final int NAME_SIZE = 40; + public static final int RECORD_SIZE = 2 * NAME_SIZE + 8 + 4 + 4 + 4; + + private String name; + private double salary; + private LocalDate hireDay; + + public Employee() {} + + public Employee(String n, double s, int year, int month, int day) + { + name = n; + salary = s; + hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public LocalDate getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + /** + Raises the salary of this employee. + @param byPercent the percentage of the raise + */ + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } + + public String toString() + { + return getClass().getName() + + "[name=" + name + + ",salary=" + salary + + ",hireDay=" + hireDay + + "]"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess/RandomAccessTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess/RandomAccessTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..88480e7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess/RandomAccessTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,79 @@ +package randomAccess; + +import java.io.*; +import java.time.*; + +/** + * @version 1.14 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class RandomAccessTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + var staff = new Employee[3]; + + staff[0] = new Employee("Carl Cracker", 75000, 1987, 12, 15); + staff[1] = new Employee("Harry Hacker", 50000, 1989, 10, 1); + staff[2] = new Employee("Tony Tester", 40000, 1990, 3, 15); + + try (var out = new DataOutputStream(new FileOutputStream("employee.dat"))) + { + // save all employee records to the file employee.dat + for (Employee e : staff) + writeData(out, e); + } + + try (var in = new RandomAccessFile("employee.dat", "r")) + { + // retrieve all records into a new array + + // compute the array size + int n = (int)(in.length() / Employee.RECORD_SIZE); + var newStaff = new Employee[n]; + + // read employees in reverse order + for (int i = n - 1; i >= 0; i--) + { + newStaff[i] = new Employee(); + in.seek(i * Employee.RECORD_SIZE); + newStaff[i] = readData(in); + } + + // print the newly read employee records + for (Employee e : newStaff) + System.out.println(e); + } + } + + /** + * Writes employee data to a data output + * @param out the data output + * @param e the employee + */ + public static void writeData(DataOutput out, Employee e) throws IOException + { + DataIO.writeFixedString(e.getName(), Employee.NAME_SIZE, out); + out.writeDouble(e.getSalary()); + + LocalDate hireDay = e.getHireDay(); + out.writeInt(hireDay.getYear()); + out.writeInt(hireDay.getMonthValue()); + out.writeInt(hireDay.getDayOfMonth()); + } + + /** + * Reads employee data from a data input + * @param in the data input + * @return the employee + */ + public static Employee readData(DataInput in) throws IOException + { + String name = DataIO.readFixedString(Employee.NAME_SIZE, in); + double salary = in.readDouble(); + int y = in.readInt(); + int m = in.readInt(); + int d = in.readInt(); + return new Employee(name, salary, y, m - 1, d); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess2/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess2/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..aa533c2 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess2/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +package randomAccess2; + +import java.time.*; + +class Employee +{ + public static final int NAME_SIZE = 40; + public static final int RECORD_SIZE = 2 * NAME_SIZE + 8 + 4 + 4 + 4; + + private String name; + private double salary; + private LocalDate hireDay; + + public Employee(String n, double s, int year, int month, int day) + { + name = n; + salary = s; + hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public LocalDate getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } + + public String toString() + { + return getClass().getName() + + "[name=" + name + + ",salary=" + salary + + ",hireDay=" + hireDay + + "]"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess2/RandomAccessTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess2/RandomAccessTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e2098ef --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/randomAccess2/RandomAccessTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,105 @@ +package randomAccess2; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.*; +import java.nio.channels.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.time.*; + +/** + * @version 1.13 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class RandomAccessTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + var staff = new Employee[3]; + + staff[0] = new Employee("Carl Cracker", 75000, 1987, 12, 15); + staff[1] = new Employee("Harry Hacker", 50000, 1989, 10, 1); + staff[2] = new Employee("Tony Tester", 40000, 1990, 3, 15); + + Path path = Path.of("employee.dat"); + ByteBuffer buffer = ByteBuffer.allocate(Employee.RECORD_SIZE); + + try (FileChannel channel = FileChannel.open(path, + StandardOpenOption.CREATE, StandardOpenOption.WRITE, + StandardOpenOption.TRUNCATE_EXISTING)) + { + // save all employee records to the file employee.dat + for (Employee e : staff) + { + buffer.clear(); + writeData(buffer, e); + buffer.flip(); + channel.write(buffer); + } + } + + try (FileChannel channel = FileChannel.open(path, + StandardOpenOption.READ)) + { + // compute the array size + int n = (int)(Files.size(path)) / Employee.RECORD_SIZE; + var newStaff = new Employee[n]; + + // read employees in reverse order + for (int i = n - 1; i >= 0; i--) + { + channel.position(i * Employee.RECORD_SIZE); + buffer.clear(); + channel.read(buffer); + buffer.flip(); + newStaff[i] = readData(buffer); + } + + // print the newly read employee records + for (Employee e : newStaff) + System.out.println(e); + } + } + + + /** + Writes employee data to a byte buffer + @param out the buffer + @param e the employee + */ + public static void writeData(ByteBuffer out, Employee e) throws IOException + { + String name = e.getName(); + int length = Math.min(name.length(), Employee.NAME_SIZE - 1); + // for (int i = 0; i < length; i++) out.putChar(name.charAt(i)); + out.asCharBuffer().put(name.substring(0, length)).put('\0'); + out.position(2 * Employee.NAME_SIZE); + out.putDouble(e.getSalary()); + LocalDate hireDay = e.getHireDay(); + out.putInt(hireDay.getDayOfMonth()); + out.putInt(hireDay.getMonthValue()); + out.putInt(hireDay.getYear()); + } + + /** + Reads employee data from a byte buffer + @param in the buffer + @return the employee + */ + public static Employee readData(ByteBuffer in) throws IOException + { + var name = new StringBuilder(); + boolean done = false; + while (!done) + { + char ch = in.getChar(); + if (ch == '\0') done = true; + else name.append(ch); + } + in.position(2 * Employee.NAME_SIZE); + double salary = in.getDouble(); + int y = in.getInt(); + int m = in.getInt(); + int d = in.getInt(); + return new Employee(name.toString(), salary, y, m, d); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/regex/RegexTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/regex/RegexTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..42e2dcd --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/regex/RegexTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,59 @@ +package regex; + +/** + * This program tests regular expression matching. Enter a pattern and strings to match, + * or hit Cancel to exit. If the pattern contains groups, the group boundaries are displayed + * in the match. + * @version 1.03 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ + +import java.util.*; +import java.util.regex.*; + +public class RegexTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws PatternSyntaxException + { + var in = new Scanner(System.in); + System.out.println("Enter pattern: "); + String patternString = in.nextLine(); + + Pattern pattern = Pattern.compile(patternString); + + while (true) + { + System.out.println("Enter string to match: "); + String input = in.nextLine(); + if (input == null || input.equals("")) return; + Matcher matcher = pattern.matcher(input); + if (matcher.matches()) + { + System.out.println("Match"); + int g = matcher.groupCount(); + if (g > 0) + { + for (int i = 0; i < input.length(); i++) + { + // Print any empty groups + for (int j = 1; j <= g; j++) + if (i == matcher.start(j) && i == matcher.end(j)) + System.out.print("()"); + // Print ( for non-empty groups starting here + for (int j = 1; j <= g; j++) + if (i == matcher.start(j) && i != matcher.end(j)) + System.out.print('('); + System.out.print(input.charAt(i)); + // Print ) for non-empty groups ending here + for (int j = 1; j <= g; j++) + if (i + 1 != matcher.start(j) && i + 1 == matcher.end(j)) + System.out.print(')'); + } + System.out.println(); + } + } + else + System.out.println("No match"); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serial/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serial/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c8dee08 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serial/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +package serial; + +import java.io.*; +import java.util.*; + +public class Employee implements Serializable +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + private Date hireDay; + + public Employee() {} + + public Employee(String n, double s, int year, int month, int day) + { + name = n; + salary = s; + GregorianCalendar calendar = new GregorianCalendar(year, month - 1, day); + // GregorianCalendar uses 0 for January + hireDay = calendar.getTime(); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public Date getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + /** + Raises the salary of this employee. + @param byPercent the percentage of the raise + */ + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } + + public String toString() + { + return getClass().getName() + + "[name=" + name + + ",salary=" + salary + + ",hireDay=" + hireDay + + "]"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serial/Manager.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serial/Manager.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3acc416 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serial/Manager.java" @@ -0,0 +1,34 @@ +package serial; + +public class Manager extends Employee +{ + private Employee secretary; + + /** + * Constructs a Manager without a secretary + * @param n the employee's name + * @param s the salary + * @param year the hire year + * @param month the hire month + * @param day the hire day + */ + public Manager(String n, double s, int year, int month, int day) + { + super(n, s, year, month, day); + secretary = null; + } + + /** + * Assigns a secretary to the manager. + * @param s the secretary + */ + public void setSecretary(Employee s) + { + secretary = s; + } + + public String toString() + { + return super.toString() + "[secretary=" + secretary + "]"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serial/ObjectStreamTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serial/ObjectStreamTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3f30fc3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serial/ObjectStreamTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ +package serial; + +import java.io.*; + +/** + * @version 1.12 2021-09-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class ObjectStreamTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException, ClassNotFoundException + { + var harry = new Employee("Harry Hacker", 50000, 1989, 10, 1); + var carl = new Manager("Carl Cracker", 80000, 1987, 12, 15); + carl.setSecretary(harry); + var tony = new Manager("Tony Tester", 40000, 1990, 3, 15); + tony.setSecretary(harry); + + var staff = new Employee[3]; + + staff[0] = carl; + staff[1] = harry; + staff[2] = tony; + + // save all employee records to the file employee.ser + try (var out = new ObjectOutputStream(new FileOutputStream("employee.ser"))) + { + out.writeObject(staff); + } + + try (var in = new ObjectInputStream(new FileInputStream("employee.ser"))) + { + // retrieve all records into a new array + + var newStaff = (Employee[]) in.readObject(); + + // raise secretary's salary + newStaff[1].raiseSalary(10); + + // print the newly read employee records + for (Employee e : newStaff) + System.out.println(e); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serial/employee.dat" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serial/employee.dat" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4f63990 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serial/employee.dat" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serialClone/SerialCloneTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serialClone/SerialCloneTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8970aeb --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serialClone/SerialCloneTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,109 @@ +package serialClone; + +/** + * @version 1.22 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ + +import java.io.*; +import java.time.*; + +public class SerialCloneTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws CloneNotSupportedException + { + var harry = new Employee("Harry Hacker", 35000, 1989, 10, 1); + // clone harry + var harry2 = (Employee) harry.clone(); + + // mutate harry + harry.raiseSalary(10); + + // now harry and the clone are different + System.out.println(harry); + System.out.println(harry2); + } +} + +/** + * A class whose clone method uses serialization. + */ +class SerialCloneable implements Cloneable, Serializable +{ + public Object clone() throws CloneNotSupportedException + { + try { + // save the object to a byte array + var bout = new ByteArrayOutputStream(); + try (var out = new ObjectOutputStream(bout)) + { + out.writeObject(this); + } + + // read a clone of the object from the byte array + try (var bin = new ByteArrayInputStream(bout.toByteArray())) + { + var in = new ObjectInputStream(bin); + return in.readObject(); + } + } + catch (IOException | ClassNotFoundException e) + { + var e2 = new CloneNotSupportedException(); + e2.initCause(e); + throw e2; + } + } +} + +/** + * The familiar Employee class, redefined to extend the + * SerialCloneable class. + */ +class Employee extends SerialCloneable +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + private LocalDate hireDay; + + public Employee(String n, double s, int year, int month, int day) + { + name = n; + salary = s; + hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public LocalDate getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + /** + Raises the salary of this employee. + @param byPercent the percentage of the raise + */ + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } + + public String toString() + { + return getClass().getName() + + "[name=" + name + + ",salary=" + salary + + ",hireDay=" + hireDay + + "]"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/ColoredPoint.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/ColoredPoint.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b71ec44 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/ColoredPoint.java" @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +package serializationTweaks; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.io.ObjectStreamException; +import java.io.Serial; +import java.io.Serializable; + +public class ColoredPoint implements Serializable +{ + private Color color; + private Point location; + + public ColoredPoint(Color color, int x, int y) + { + this.color = color; + this.location = new Point(x, y); + } + + @Serial private Object writeReplace() throws ObjectStreamException + { + return new Ser(color.getRGB(), location.x, location.y); + } + + private record Ser(int rgba, int x, int y) implements Serializable + { + @Serial private Object readResolve() throws ObjectStreamException + { + return new ColoredPoint(new Color(rgba), x, y); + } + } + + public String toString() + { + return "%s[color=%s,location=%s]".formatted(getClass().getName(), color, location); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2bf82f8 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +package serializationTweaks; + +import java.io.*; +import java.time.*; + +public class Employee implements Serializable, ObjectInputValidation +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + private LocalDate hireDay; + private static final String serialVersionUID = "Fred"; + + public Employee() {} + + public Employee(String n, double s, int year, int month, int day) + { + if (s < 0) + throw new IllegalArgumentException("s < 0"); + name = n; + salary = s; + hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day); + } + + public void validateObject() throws InvalidObjectException + { + System.out.println("validateObject"); + if (salary < 0) + throw new InvalidObjectException("salary < 0"); + } + + @Serial private void readObject(ObjectInputStream in) throws IOException, ClassNotFoundException { + System.out.println("readObject"); + in.registerValidation(this, 0); + in.defaultReadObject(); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public LocalDate getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + /** + Raises the salary of this employee. + @param byPercent the percentage of the raise + */ + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } + + public String toString() + { + return getClass().getName() + + "[name=" + name + + ",salary=" + salary + + ",hireDay=" + hireDay + + "]"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/LabeledPixel.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/LabeledPixel.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..26857a1 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/LabeledPixel.java" @@ -0,0 +1,49 @@ +package serializationTweaks; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; + +public class LabeledPixel extends Point2D.Double implements Externalizable +{ + private String label; + + public LabeledPixel() + { + System.out.println("no-arg constructor"); + } + + public LabeledPixel(String label, int x, int y) + { + super(x, y); + this.label = label; + } + + public void writeExternal(ObjectOutput out) + throws IOException + { + System.out.println("writeExternal"); + out.writeInt((int) getX()); + out.writeInt((int) getY()); + out.writeUTF(label); + } + + public void readExternal(ObjectInput in) + throws IOException, ClassNotFoundException + { + int x = in.readInt(); + int y = in.readInt(); + setLocation(x, y); + label = in.readUTF(); + } + + public String getLabel() + { + return label; + } + + public String toString() + { + return "%s[label=%s]".formatted(super.toString(), label); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/LabeledPoint.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/LabeledPoint.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dd73794 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/LabeledPoint.java" @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +package serializationTweaks; + +import java.io.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; + +public class LabeledPoint implements Serializable +{ + private String label; + private transient Point2D.Double point; + + public LabeledPoint(String label, double x, double y) + { + this.label = label; + this.point = new Point2D.Double(x, y); + } + + @Serial private void writeObject(ObjectOutputStream out) + throws IOException + { + System.out.println("writeObject"); + out.defaultWriteObject(); + out.writeDouble(point.getX()); + out.writeDouble(point.getY()); + } + + @Serial private void readObject(ObjectInputStream in) + throws IOException, ClassNotFoundException + { + System.out.println("readObject"); + in.defaultReadObject(); + double x = in.readDouble(); + double y = in.readDouble(); + point = new Point2D.Double(x, y); + } + + public String getLabel() + { + return label; + } + + public Point2D.Double getPoint() + { + return point; + } + + public String toString() + { + return "%s[label=%s,point=%s]".formatted(getClass(), label, point); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/Manager.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/Manager.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9cf5e14 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/Manager.java" @@ -0,0 +1,34 @@ +package serializationTweaks; + +public class Manager extends Employee +{ + private Employee secretary; + + /** + * Constructs a Manager without a secretary + * @param n the employee's name + * @param s the salary + * @param year the hire year + * @param month the hire month + * @param day the hire day + */ + public Manager(String n, double s, int year, int month, int day) + { + super(n, s, year, month, day); + secretary = null; + } + + /** + * Assigns a secretary to the manager. + * @param s the secretary + */ + public void setSecretary(Employee s) + { + secretary = s; + } + + public String toString() + { + return super.toString() + "[secretary=" + secretary + "]"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/ObjectStreamTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/ObjectStreamTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f27bbe4 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/serializationTweaks/ObjectStreamTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +package serializationTweaks; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.io.*; + +/** + * @version 1.0 2021-09-09 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class ObjectStreamTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException, ClassNotFoundException + { + var harry = new Employee("Harry Hacker", 50000, 1989, 10, 1); + var lp = new LabeledPoint("Rome", 41.902782, 12.496366); + var lp2 = new LabeledPixel("bottom right", 1919, 1079); + var cp = new ColoredPoint(Color.PINK, 3, 4); + try (var out = new ObjectOutputStream(new FileOutputStream("test.ser"))) + { + out.writeObject(harry); + out.writeObject(lp); + out.writeObject(lp2); + out.writeObject(cp); + } + + try (var in = new ObjectInputStream(new FileInputStream("test.ser"))) + { + harry = (Employee) in.readObject(); + System.out.println(harry); + lp = (LabeledPoint) in.readObject(); + System.out.println(lp); + lp2 = (LabeledPixel) in.readObject(); + System.out.println(lp2); + cp = (ColoredPoint) in.readObject(); + System.out.println(cp); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/test.ser" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/test.ser" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bf2c470 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/test.ser" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/textFile/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/textFile/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..82a84b0 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/textFile/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,44 @@ +package textFile; + +import java.time.*; + +public class Employee +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + private LocalDate hireDay; + + public Employee(String n, double s, int year, int month, int day) + { + name = n; + salary = s; + hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day); + } + + public String getName() + { + return name; + } + + public double getSalary() + { + return salary; + } + + public LocalDate getHireDay() + { + return hireDay; + } + + public void raiseSalary(double byPercent) + { + double raise = salary * byPercent / 100; + salary += raise; + } + + public String toString() + { + return getClass().getName() + + "[name=" + name + ",salary=" + salary + ",hireDay=" + hireDay + "]"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/textFile/TextFileTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/textFile/TextFileTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e00a6d9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/textFile/TextFileTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +package textFile; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.time.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * @version 1.15 2018-03-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class TextFileTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + var staff = new Employee[3]; + + staff[0] = new Employee("Carl Cracker", 75000, 1987, 12, 15); + staff[1] = new Employee("Harry Hacker", 50000, 1989, 10, 1); + staff[2] = new Employee("Tony Tester", 40000, 1990, 3, 15); + + // save all employee records to the file employee.dat + try (var out = new PrintWriter("employee.dat", StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + writeData(staff, out); + } + + // retrieve all records into a new array + try (var in = new Scanner( + new FileInputStream("employee.dat"), StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + Employee[] newStaff = readData(in); + + // print the newly read employee records + for (Employee e : newStaff) + System.out.println(e); + } + } + + /** + * Writes all employees in an array to a print writer + * @param employees an array of employees + * @param out a print writer + */ + private static void writeData(Employee[] employees, PrintWriter out) + throws IOException + { + // write number of employees + out.println(employees.length); + + for (Employee e : employees) + writeEmployee(out, e); + } + + /** + * Reads an array of employees from a scanner + * @param in the scanner + * @return the array of employees + */ + private static Employee[] readData(Scanner in) + { + // retrieve the array size + int n = in.nextInt(); + in.nextLine(); // consume newline + + var employees = new Employee[n]; + for (int i = 0; i < n; i++) + { + employees[i] = readEmployee(in); + } + return employees; + } + + /** + * Writes employee data to a print writer + * @param out the print writer + */ + public static void writeEmployee(PrintWriter out, Employee e) + { + out.println(e.getName() + "|" + e.getSalary() + "|" + e.getHireDay()); + } + + /** + * Reads employee data from a buffered reader + * @param in the scanner + */ + public static Employee readEmployee(Scanner in) + { + String line = in.nextLine(); + String[] tokens = line.split("\\|"); + String name = tokens[0]; + double salary = Double.parseDouble(tokens[1]); + LocalDate hireDate = LocalDate.parse(tokens[2]); + int year = hireDate.getYear(); + int month = hireDate.getMonthValue(); + int day = hireDate.getDayOfMonth(); + return new Employee(name, salary, year, month, day); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/textFile/employee.dat" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/textFile/employee.dat" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..47cf2ff --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/textFile/employee.dat" @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +3 +Carl Cracker|75000.0|1987|12|15 +Harry Hacker|50000.0|1989|10|1 +Tony Tester|40000.0|1990|3|15 diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/v2ch02.iml" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/v2ch02.iml" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b107a2d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/v2ch02.iml" @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/zip/ZipTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/zip/ZipTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a098d46 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch02/zip/ZipTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +package zip; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.nio.file.attribute.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.zip.*; + +/** + * @version 1.42 2018-03-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ZipTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + String zipname = args[0]; + showContents(zipname); + System.out.println("---"); + showContents2(zipname); + } + + public static void showContents(String zipname) throws IOException + { + // Here, we use the classic zip API + try (var zin = new ZipInputStream(new FileInputStream(zipname))) + { + boolean done = false; + while (!done) + { + ZipEntry entry = zin.getNextEntry(); + if (entry == null) done = true; + else + { + System.out.println(entry.getName()); + var in = new Scanner(zin, StandardCharsets.UTF_8); + while (in.hasNextLine()) + System.out.println(" " + in.nextLine()); + // DO NOT CLOSE zin + zin.closeEntry(); + } + } + } + } + + public static void showContents2(String zipname) throws IOException + { + FileSystem fs = FileSystems.newFileSystem(Path.of(zipname)); + Files.walkFileTree(fs.getPath("/"), new SimpleFileVisitor() + { + public FileVisitResult visitFile(Path path, BasicFileAttributes attrs) + throws IOException + { + System.out.println(path); + for (String line : Files.readAllLines(path, StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + System.out.println(" " + line); + return FileVisitResult.CONTINUE; + } + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/dom/JSONConverter.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/dom/JSONConverter.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1dc1396 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/dom/JSONConverter.java" @@ -0,0 +1,130 @@ +package dom; + +import java.io.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.xml.parsers.*; + +import org.w3c.dom.*; +import org.xml.sax.*; + +/** + * This program displays an XML document as a tree in JSON format. + * @version 1.21 2021-05-30 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class JSONConverter +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + throws SAXException, IOException, ParserConfigurationException + { + String filename; + if (args.length == 0) + { + try (var in = new Scanner(System.in)) + { + System.out.print("Input file: "); + filename = in.nextLine(); + } + } + else + filename = args[0]; + DocumentBuilderFactory factory = DocumentBuilderFactory.newInstance(); + DocumentBuilder builder = factory.newDocumentBuilder(); + + Document doc = builder.parse(filename); + Element root = doc.getDocumentElement(); + System.out.println(convert(root, 0)); + } + + public static StringBuilder convert(Node node, int level) + { + if (node instanceof Element elem) + { + return elementObject(elem, level); + } + else if (node instanceof CharacterData cd) + { + return characterString(cd, level); + } + else + { + return pad(new StringBuilder(), level).append( + jsonEscape(node.getClass().getName())); + } + } + + private static Map replacements = Map.of('\b', "\\b", '\f', "\\f", + '\n', "\\n", '\r', "\\r", '\t', "\\t", '"', "\\\"", '\\', "\\\\"); + + private static StringBuilder jsonEscape(String str) + { + var result = new StringBuilder("\""); + for (int i = 0; i < str.length(); i++) + { + char ch = str.charAt(i); + String replacement = replacements.get(ch); + if (replacement == null) result.append(ch); + else result.append(replacement); + } + result.append("\""); + return result; + } + + private static StringBuilder characterString(CharacterData node, int level) + { + var result = new StringBuilder(); + StringBuilder data = jsonEscape(node.getData()); + if (node instanceof Comment) data.insert(1, "Comment: "); + pad(result, level).append(data); + return result; + } + + private static StringBuilder elementObject(Element elem, int level) + { + var result = new StringBuilder(); + pad(result, level).append("{\n"); + pad(result, level + 1).append("\"name\": "); + result.append(jsonEscape(elem.getTagName())); + NamedNodeMap attrs = elem.getAttributes(); + if (attrs.getLength() > 0) + { + pad(result.append(",\n"), level + 1).append("\"attributes\": "); + result.append(attributeObject(attrs)); + } + NodeList children = elem.getChildNodes(); + if (children.getLength() > 0) + { + pad(result.append(",\n"), level + 1).append("\"children\": [\n"); + for (int i = 0; i < children.getLength(); i++) + { + if (i > 0) result.append(",\n"); + result.append(convert(children.item(i), level + 2)); + } + result.append("\n"); + pad(result, level + 1).append("]\n"); + } + pad(result, level).append("}"); + return result; + } + + private static StringBuilder pad(StringBuilder builder, int level) + { + for (int i = 0; i < level; i++) builder.append(" "); + return builder; + } + + private static StringBuilder attributeObject(NamedNodeMap attrs) + { + var result = new StringBuilder("{"); + for (int i = 0; i < attrs.getLength(); i++) + { + if (i > 0) result.append(", "); + result.append(jsonEscape(attrs.item(i).getNodeName())); + result.append(": "); + result.append(jsonEscape(attrs.item(i).getNodeValue())); + } + result.append("}"); + return result; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/dom/server.xml" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/dom/server.xml" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d736c94 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/dom/server.xml" @@ -0,0 +1,315 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/drawing1.svg" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/drawing1.svg" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4601cdd --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/drawing1.svg" @@ -0,0 +1,32 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/drawing2.svg" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/drawing2.svg" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dd899c5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/drawing2.svg" @@ -0,0 +1 @@ + \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/fontdialog-schema.xml" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/fontdialog-schema.xml" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..21caba1 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/fontdialog-schema.xml" @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ + + + + + + javax.swing.JLabel + + text + Face: + + + + + + javax.swing.JComboBox + + + + + javax.swing.JTextArea + + text + The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog + + + editable + false + + + lineWrap + true + + + border + + + javax.swing.border.EtchedBorder + + + + + + + + + + javax.swing.JLabel + + text + Size: + + + + + + javax.swing.JComboBox + + + + + + + javax.swing.JCheckBox + + text + Bold + + + + + + + + javax.swing.JCheckBox + + text + Italic + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/fontdialog.xml" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/fontdialog.xml" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6940d55 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/fontdialog.xml" @@ -0,0 +1,93 @@ + + + + + + + javax.swing.JLabel + + text + Face: + + + + + + javax.swing.JComboBox + + + + + javax.swing.JTextArea + + text + The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog + + + editable + false + + + rows + 8 + + + columns + 20 + + + lineWrap + true + + + border + + + javax.swing.border.EtchedBorder + + + + + + + + + + javax.swing.JLabel + + text + Size: + + + + + + javax.swing.JComboBox + + + + + + + javax.swing.JCheckBox + + text + Bold + + + + + + + + javax.swing.JCheckBox + + text + Italic + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/gridbag.dtd" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/gridbag.dtd" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b6ee8f8 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/gridbag.dtd" @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/gridbag.xsd" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/gridbag.xsd" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6c6fe9e --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/gridbag.xsd" @@ -0,0 +1,81 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/GridBagPane.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/GridBagPane.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fe2dbc9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/GridBagPane.java" @@ -0,0 +1,202 @@ +package read; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.beans.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.xml.parsers.*; +import org.w3c.dom.*; + +/** + * This panel uses an XML file to describe its components and their grid bag layout positions. + */ +public class GridBagPane extends JPanel +{ + private GridBagConstraints constraints; + + /** + * Constructs a grid bag pane. + * @param filename the name of the XML file that describes the pane's components and their + * positions + */ + public GridBagPane(File file) + { + setLayout(new GridBagLayout()); + constraints = new GridBagConstraints(); + + try + { + DocumentBuilderFactory factory = DocumentBuilderFactory.newInstance(); + factory.setValidating(true); + + if (file.toString().contains("-schema")) + { + factory.setNamespaceAware(true); + final String JAXP_SCHEMA_LANGUAGE = + "http://java.sun.com/xml/jaxp/properties/schemaLanguage"; + final String W3C_XML_SCHEMA = "http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema"; + factory.setAttribute(JAXP_SCHEMA_LANGUAGE, W3C_XML_SCHEMA); + } + + factory.setIgnoringElementContentWhitespace(true); + + DocumentBuilder builder = factory.newDocumentBuilder(); + Document doc = builder.parse(file); + parseGridbag(doc.getDocumentElement()); + } + catch (Exception e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } + + /** + * Gets a component with a given name + * @param name a component name + * @return the component with the given name, or null if no component in this grid bag pane has + * the given name + */ + public Component get(String name) + { + Component[] components = getComponents(); + for (int i = 0; i < components.length; i++) + { + if (components[i].getName().equals(name)) return components[i]; + } + return null; + } + + /** + * Parses a gridbag element. + * @param elem a gridbag element + */ + private void parseGridbag(Element elem) + { + NodeList rows = elem.getChildNodes(); + for (int i = 0; i < rows.getLength(); i++) + { + Element row = (Element) rows.item(i); + NodeList cells = row.getChildNodes(); + for (int j = 0; j < cells.getLength(); j++) + { + Element cell = (Element) cells.item(j); + parseCell(cell, i, j); + } + } + } + + /** + * Parses a cell element. + * @param elem a cell element + * @param r the row of the cell + * @param c the column of the cell + */ + private void parseCell(Element elem, int r, int c) + { + // get attributes + + String value = elem.getAttribute("gridx"); + if (value.length() == 0) // use default + { + if (c == 0) constraints.gridx = 0; + else constraints.gridx += constraints.gridwidth; + } + else constraints.gridx = Integer.parseInt(value); + + value = elem.getAttribute("gridy"); + if (value.length() == 0) // use default + constraints.gridy = r; + else constraints.gridy = Integer.parseInt(value); + + constraints.gridwidth = Integer.parseInt(elem.getAttribute("gridwidth")); + constraints.gridheight = Integer.parseInt(elem.getAttribute("gridheight")); + constraints.weightx = Integer.parseInt(elem.getAttribute("weightx")); + constraints.weighty = Integer.parseInt(elem.getAttribute("weighty")); + constraints.ipadx = Integer.parseInt(elem.getAttribute("ipadx")); + constraints.ipady = Integer.parseInt(elem.getAttribute("ipady")); + + // use reflection to get integer values of static fields + Class cl = GridBagConstraints.class; + + try + { + String name = elem.getAttribute("fill"); + Field f = cl.getField(name); + constraints.fill = f.getInt(cl); + + name = elem.getAttribute("anchor"); + f = cl.getField(name); + constraints.anchor = f.getInt(cl); + } + catch (Exception e) // the reflection methods can throw various exceptions + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + + Component comp = (Component) parseBean((Element) elem.getFirstChild()); + add(comp, constraints); + } + + /** + * Parses a bean element. + * @param elem a bean element + */ + private Object parseBean(Element elem) + { + try + { + NodeList children = elem.getChildNodes(); + Element classElement = (Element) children.item(0); + String className = ((Text) classElement.getFirstChild()).getData(); + + Class cl = Class.forName(className); + + Object obj = cl.getDeclaredConstructor().newInstance(); + + if (obj instanceof Component c) c.setName(elem.getAttribute("id")); + + for (int i = 1; i < children.getLength(); i++) + { + Node propertyElement = children.item(i); + Element nameElement = (Element) propertyElement.getFirstChild(); + String propertyName = ((Text) nameElement.getFirstChild()).getData(); + + Element valueElement = (Element) propertyElement.getLastChild(); + Object value = parseValue(valueElement); + BeanInfo beanInfo = Introspector.getBeanInfo(cl); + PropertyDescriptor[] descriptors = beanInfo.getPropertyDescriptors(); + boolean done = false; + for (int j = 0; !done && j < descriptors.length; j++) + { + if (descriptors[j].getName().equals(propertyName)) + { + descriptors[j].getWriteMethod().invoke(obj, value); + done = true; + } + } + } + return obj; + } + catch (Exception e) // the reflection methods can throw various exceptions + { + e.printStackTrace(); + return null; + } + } + + /** + * Parses a value element. + * @param elem a value element + */ + private Object parseValue(Element elem) + { + Element child = (Element) elem.getFirstChild(); + if (child.getTagName().equals("bean")) return parseBean(child); + String text = ((Text) child.getFirstChild()).getData(); + if (child.getTagName().equals("int")) return Integer.valueOf(text); + else if (child.getTagName().equals("boolean")) return Boolean.valueOf(text); + else if (child.getTagName().equals("string")) return text; + else return null; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/GridBagTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/GridBagTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..df3e98b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/GridBagTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,84 @@ +package read; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.io.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program shows how to use an XML file to describe a gridbag layout + * @version 1.13 2021-05-30 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class GridBagTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + JFileChooser chooser = new JFileChooser("."); + chooser.showOpenDialog(null); + File file = chooser.getSelectedFile(); + JFrame frame = new FontFrame(file); + frame.setTitle("GridBagTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * This frame contains a font selection dialog that is described by an XML file. + * @param filename the file containing the user interface components for the dialog. + */ +class FontFrame extends JFrame +{ + private GridBagPane gridbag; + private JComboBox face; + private JComboBox size; + private JCheckBox bold; + private JCheckBox italic; + + @SuppressWarnings("unchecked") + public FontFrame(File file) + { + gridbag = new GridBagPane(file); + add(gridbag); + + face = (JComboBox) gridbag.get("face"); + size = (JComboBox) gridbag.get("size"); + bold = (JCheckBox) gridbag.get("bold"); + italic = (JCheckBox) gridbag.get("italic"); + + face.setModel(new DefaultComboBoxModel(new String[] { "Serif", + "SansSerif", "Monospaced", "Dialog", "DialogInput" })); + + size.setModel(new DefaultComboBoxModel(new String[] { "8", + "10", "12", "15", "18", "24", "36", "48" })); + + ActionListener listener = event -> setSample(); + + face.addActionListener(listener); + size.addActionListener(listener); + bold.addActionListener(listener); + italic.addActionListener(listener); + + setSample(); + pack(); + } + + /** + * This method sets the text sample to the selected font. + */ + public void setSample() + { + String fontFace = face.getItemAt(face.getSelectedIndex()); + int fontSize = Integer.parseInt(size.getItemAt(size.getSelectedIndex())); + JTextArea sample = (JTextArea) gridbag.get("sample"); + int fontStyle = (bold.isSelected() ? Font.BOLD : 0) + + (italic.isSelected() ? Font.ITALIC : 0); + + sample.setFont(new Font(fontFace, fontStyle, fontSize)); + sample.repaint(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/XMLReadTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/XMLReadTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7fbdfb6 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/XMLReadTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,153 @@ +package read; + +import java.io.*; +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.xml.parsers.*; + +import org.w3c.dom.*; +import org.xml.sax.*; + +/** + * This program shows how to use an XML file to describe Java objects + * @version 1.0 2018-04-03 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class XMLReadTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws ParserConfigurationException, + SAXException, IOException, ReflectiveOperationException + { + String filename; + if (args.length == 0) + { + try (var in = new Scanner(System.in)) + { + System.out.print("Input file: "); + filename = in.nextLine(); + } + } + else + filename = args[0]; + + DocumentBuilderFactory factory = DocumentBuilderFactory.newInstance(); + factory.setValidating(true); + + if (filename.contains("-schema")) + { + factory.setNamespaceAware(true); + final String JAXP_SCHEMA_LANGUAGE = + "http://java.sun.com/xml/jaxp/properties/schemaLanguage"; + final String W3C_XML_SCHEMA = "http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema"; + factory.setAttribute(JAXP_SCHEMA_LANGUAGE, W3C_XML_SCHEMA); + } + + factory.setIgnoringElementContentWhitespace(true); + + DocumentBuilder builder = factory.newDocumentBuilder(); + + builder.setErrorHandler(new ErrorHandler() + { + public void warning(SAXParseException e) throws SAXException + { + System.err.println("Warning: " + e.getMessage()); + } + + public void error(SAXParseException e) throws SAXException + { + System.err.println("Error: " + e.getMessage()); + System.exit(0); + } + + public void fatalError(SAXParseException e) throws SAXException + { + System.err.println("Fatal error: " + e.getMessage()); + System.exit(0); + } + }); + + Document doc = builder.parse(filename); + Map config = parseConfig(doc.getDocumentElement()); + System.out.println(config); + } + + private static Map parseConfig(Element e) + throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + var result = new HashMap(); + NodeList children = e.getChildNodes(); + for (int i = 0; i < children.getLength(); i++) + { + var child = (Element) children.item(i); + String name = child.getAttribute("id"); + Object value = parseObject((Element) child.getFirstChild()); + result.put(name, value); + } + return result; + } + + private static Object parseObject(Element e) + throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + String tagName = e.getTagName(); + if (tagName.equals("factory")) return parseFactory(e); + else if (tagName.equals("construct")) return parseConstruct(e); + else + { + String childData = ((CharacterData) e.getFirstChild()).getData(); + if (tagName.equals("int")) + return Integer.valueOf(childData); + else if (tagName.equals("boolean")) + return Boolean.valueOf(childData); + else + return childData; + } + } + + private static Object parseFactory(Element e) + throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + String className = e.getAttribute("class"); + String methodName = e.getAttribute("method"); + Object[] args = parseArgs(e.getChildNodes()); + Class[] parameterTypes = getParameterTypes(args); + Method method = Class.forName(className).getMethod(methodName, parameterTypes); + return method.invoke(null, args); + } + + private static Object parseConstruct(Element e) + throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + String className = e.getAttribute("class"); + Object[] args = parseArgs(e.getChildNodes()); + Class[] parameterTypes = getParameterTypes(args); + Constructor constructor = Class.forName(className).getConstructor(parameterTypes); + return constructor.newInstance(args); + } + + private static Object[] parseArgs(NodeList elements) + throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + var result = new Object[elements.getLength()]; + for (int i = 0; i < result.length; i++) + result[i] = parseObject((Element) elements.item(i)); + return result; + } + + private static Map, Class> toPrimitive = Map.of( + Integer.class, int.class, + Boolean.class, boolean.class); + + private static Class[] getParameterTypes(Object[] args) + { + var result = new Class[args.length]; + for (int i = 0; i < result.length; i++) + { + Class cl = args[i].getClass(); + result[i] = toPrimitive.get(cl); + if (result[i] == null) result[i] = cl; + } + return result; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/config-schema.xml" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/config-schema.xml" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..35def6c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/config-schema.xml" @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ + + + + + 55 + 200 + 100 + + + + + USD + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/config.dtd" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/config.dtd" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1d41122 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/config.dtd" @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/config.xml" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/config.xml" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e00efbc --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/config.xml" @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ + + + + + + 55 + 200 + 100 + + + + + USD + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/config.xsd" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/config.xsd" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..eb89756 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/config.xsd" @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/objects.xml" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/read/objects.xml" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e69de29 diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/sax/SAXTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/sax/SAXTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d410785 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/sax/SAXTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,54 @@ +package sax; + +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; +import javax.xml.parsers.*; +import org.xml.sax.*; +import org.xml.sax.helpers.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates how to use a SAX parser. The program prints all + * hyperlinks of an XHTML web page.
+ * Usage: java sax.SAXTest URL + * @version 1.01 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class SAXTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws Exception + { + String url; + if (args.length == 0) + { + url = "http://www.w3c.org"; + System.out.println("Using " + url); + } + else url = args[0]; + + var handler = new DefaultHandler() + { + public void startElement(String namespaceURI, String lname, + String qname, Attributes attrs) + { + if (lname.equals("a") && attrs != null) + { + for (int i = 0; i < attrs.getLength(); i++) + { + String aname = attrs.getLocalName(i); + if (aname.equals("href")) + System.out.println(attrs.getValue(i)); + } + } + } + }; + + SAXParserFactory factory = SAXParserFactory.newInstance(); + factory.setNamespaceAware(true); + factory.setFeature( + "http://apache.org/xml/features/nonvalidating/load-external-dtd", + false); + SAXParser saxParser = factory.newSAXParser(); + InputStream in = new URL(url).openStream(); + saxParser.parse(in, handler); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/stax/StAXTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/stax/StAXTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7257ce3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/stax/StAXTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +package stax; + +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; +import javax.xml.stream.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates how to use a StAX parser. The program prints all + * hyperlinks of an XHTML web page.
+ * Usage: java stax.StAXTest URL + * @author Cay Horstmann + * @version 1.1 2018-05-01 + */ +public class StAXTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws Exception + { + String urlString; + if (args.length == 0) + { + urlString = "http://www.w3c.org"; + System.out.println("Using " + urlString); + } + else urlString = args[0]; + var url = new URL(urlString); + InputStream in = url.openStream(); + XMLInputFactory factory = XMLInputFactory.newInstance(); + XMLStreamReader parser = factory.createXMLStreamReader(in); + while (parser.hasNext()) + { + int event = parser.next(); + if (event == XMLStreamConstants.START_ELEMENT) + { + if (parser.getLocalName().equals("a")) + { + String href = parser.getAttributeValue(null, "href"); + if (href != null) + System.out.println(href); + } + } + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/transform/TransformTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/transform/TransformTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..da61cd3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/transform/TransformTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +package transform; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; +import javax.xml.transform.*; +import javax.xml.transform.sax.*; +import javax.xml.transform.stream.*; +import org.xml.sax.*; +import org.xml.sax.helpers.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates XSL transformations. It applies a transformation to a set of + * employee records. The records are stored in the file employee.dat and turned into XML + * format. Specify the stylesheet on the command line, e.g.
+ * java transform.TransformTest transform/makeprop.xsl + * @version 1.05 2021-09-21 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class TransformTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws Exception + { + Path path; + if (args.length > 0) path = Path.of(args[0]); + else path = Path.of("transform", "makehtml.xsl"); + try (InputStream styleIn = Files.newInputStream(path)) + { + var styleSource = new StreamSource(styleIn); + + Transformer t = TransformerFactory.newInstance().newTransformer(styleSource); + t.setOutputProperty(OutputKeys.INDENT, "yes"); + t.setOutputProperty(OutputKeys.METHOD, "xml"); + t.setOutputProperty("{http://xml.apache.org/xslt}indent-amount", "2"); + + try (InputStream docIn = Files.newInputStream(Path.of("transform", "employee.dat"))) + { + t.transform(new SAXSource(new EmployeeReader(), new InputSource(docIn)), + new StreamResult(System.out)); + } + } + } +} + +/** + * This class reads the flat file employee.dat and reports SAX parser events to act as if it + * was parsing an XML file. + */ +class EmployeeReader implements XMLReader +{ + private ContentHandler handler; + + public void parse(InputSource source) throws IOException, SAXException + { + InputStream stream = source.getByteStream(); + var in = new BufferedReader(new InputStreamReader(stream)); + var atts = new AttributesImpl(); + + if (handler == null) throw new SAXException("No content handler"); + + handler.startDocument(); + handler.startElement("", "staff", "staff", atts); + boolean done = false; + while (!done) + { + String line = in.readLine(); + if (line == null) done = true; + else + { + handler.startElement("", "employee", "employee", atts); + var t = new StringTokenizer(line, "|"); + + handler.startElement("", "name", "name", atts); + String s = t.nextToken(); + handler.characters(s.toCharArray(), 0, s.length()); + handler.endElement("", "name", "name"); + + handler.startElement("", "salary", "salary", atts); + s = t.nextToken(); + handler.characters(s.toCharArray(), 0, s.length()); + handler.endElement("", "salary", "salary"); + + atts.addAttribute("", "year", "year", "CDATA", t.nextToken()); + atts.addAttribute("", "month", "month", "CDATA", t.nextToken()); + atts.addAttribute("", "day", "day", "CDATA", t.nextToken()); + handler.startElement("", "hiredate", "hiredate", atts); + handler.endElement("", "hiredate", "hiredate"); + atts.clear(); + + handler.endElement("", "employee", "employee"); + } + } + + handler.endElement("", "staff", "staff"); + handler.endDocument(); + } + + public void setContentHandler(ContentHandler newValue) + { + handler = newValue; + } + + public ContentHandler getContentHandler() + { + return handler; + } + + // the following methods are just do-nothing implementations + public void parse(String systemId) throws IOException, SAXException {} + public void setErrorHandler(ErrorHandler handler) {} + public ErrorHandler getErrorHandler() { return null; } + public void setDTDHandler(DTDHandler handler) {} + public DTDHandler getDTDHandler() { return null; } + public void setEntityResolver(EntityResolver resolver) {} + public EntityResolver getEntityResolver() { return null; } + public void setProperty(String name, Object value) {} + public Object getProperty(String name) { return null; } + public void setFeature(String name, boolean value) {} + public boolean getFeature(String name) { return false; } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/transform/employee.dat" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/transform/employee.dat" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9dab5e0 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/transform/employee.dat" @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +Carl Cracker|75000.0|1987|12|15 +Harry Hacker|50000.0|1989|10|1 +Tony Tester|40000.0|1990|3|15 diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/transform/makehtml.xsl" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/transform/makehtml.xsl" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b4c9962 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/transform/makehtml.xsl" @@ -0,0 +1,31 @@ + + + + + + + +
+ + + + + + + + + + + + $ + + + + -- + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/transform/makeprop.xsl" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/transform/makeprop.xsl" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1b4df28 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/transform/makeprop.xsl" @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ + + + + + + + +employee..name= +employee..salary= +employee..hiredate=-- + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/write/RectangleComponent.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/write/RectangleComponent.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..981418a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/write/RectangleComponent.java" @@ -0,0 +1,135 @@ +package write; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import java.util.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.xml.parsers.*; +import javax.xml.stream.*; +import org.w3c.dom.*; + +/** + * A component that shows a set of colored rectangles + */ +public class RectangleComponent extends JComponent +{ + private static final Dimension PREFERRED_SIZE = new Dimension(300, 200); + + private java.util.List rects; + private java.util.List colors; + private static Random generator = new Random(); + private DocumentBuilder builder; + + public RectangleComponent() + { + rects = new ArrayList<>(); + colors = new ArrayList<>(); + + DocumentBuilderFactory factory = DocumentBuilderFactory.newInstance(); + factory.setNamespaceAware(true); + try + { + builder = factory.newDocumentBuilder(); + } + catch (ParserConfigurationException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } + + /** + * Create a new random drawing. + */ + public void newDrawing() + { + int n = 10 + generator.nextInt(20); + rects.clear(); + colors.clear(); + for (int i = 1; i <= n; i++) + { + int x = generator.nextInt(getWidth()); + int y = generator.nextInt(getHeight()); + int width = generator.nextInt(getWidth() - x); + int height = generator.nextInt(getHeight() - y); + rects.add(new Rectangle(x, y, width, height)); + int r = generator.nextInt(256); + int g = generator.nextInt(256); + int b = generator.nextInt(256); + colors.add(new Color(r, g, b)); + } + repaint(); + } + + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + if (rects.size() == 0) newDrawing(); + Graphics2D g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + + // draw all rectangles + for (int i = 0; i < rects.size(); i++) + { + g2.setPaint(colors.get(i)); + g2.fill(rects.get(i)); + } + } + + /** + * Creates an SVG document of the current drawing. + * @return the DOM tree of the SVG document + */ + public Document buildDocument() + { + String namespace = "http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"; + Document doc = builder.newDocument(); + Element svgElement = doc.createElementNS(namespace, "svg"); + doc.appendChild(svgElement); + svgElement.setAttribute("width", "" + getWidth()); + svgElement.setAttribute("height", "" + getHeight()); + for (int i = 0; i < rects.size(); i++) + { + Color c = colors.get(i); + Rectangle2D r = rects.get(i); + Element rectElement = doc.createElementNS(namespace, "rect"); + rectElement.setAttribute("x", "" + r.getX()); + rectElement.setAttribute("y", "" + r.getY()); + rectElement.setAttribute("width", "" + r.getWidth()); + rectElement.setAttribute("height", "" + r.getHeight()); + rectElement.setAttribute("fill", "#%06x".formatted( + c.getRGB() & 0xFFFFFF)); + svgElement.appendChild(rectElement); + } + return doc; + } + + /** + * Writes an SVG document of the current drawing. + * @param writer the document destination + */ + public void writeDocument(XMLStreamWriter writer) throws XMLStreamException + { + writer.writeStartDocument(); + writer.writeDTD(""" + +"""); + writer.writeStartElement("svg"); + writer.writeDefaultNamespace("http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"); + writer.writeAttribute("width", "" + getWidth()); + writer.writeAttribute("height", "" + getHeight()); + for (int i = 0; i < rects.size(); i++) + { + Color c = colors.get(i); + Rectangle2D r = rects.get(i); + writer.writeEmptyElement("rect"); + writer.writeAttribute("x", "" + r.getX()); + writer.writeAttribute("y", "" + r.getY()); + writer.writeAttribute("width", "" + r.getWidth()); + writer.writeAttribute("height", "" + r.getHeight()); + writer.writeAttribute("fill", "#%06x".formatted( + c.getRGB() & 0xFFFFFF)); + } + writer.writeEndDocument(); // closes svg element + } + + public Dimension getPreferredSize() { return PREFERRED_SIZE; } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/write/XMLWriteFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/write/XMLWriteFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f5fb58b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/write/XMLWriteFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,107 @@ +package write; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; + +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.xml.stream.*; +import javax.xml.transform.*; +import javax.xml.transform.dom.*; +import javax.xml.transform.stream.*; + +import org.w3c.dom.*; + +/** + * A frame with a component for showing a modern drawing. + */ +public class XMLWriteFrame extends JFrame +{ + private RectangleComponent comp; + private JFileChooser chooser; + + public XMLWriteFrame() + { + chooser = new JFileChooser(); + + // add component to frame + + comp = new RectangleComponent(); + add(comp); + + // set up menu bar + + JMenuBar menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + + JMenu menu = new JMenu("File"); + menuBar.add(menu); + + JMenuItem newItem = new JMenuItem("New"); + menu.add(newItem); + newItem.addActionListener(event -> comp.newDrawing()); + + JMenuItem saveItem = new JMenuItem("Save with DOM/XSLT"); + menu.add(saveItem); + saveItem.addActionListener(event -> saveDocument()); + + JMenuItem saveStAXItem = new JMenuItem("Save with StAX"); + menu.add(saveStAXItem); + saveStAXItem.addActionListener(event -> saveStAX()); + + JMenuItem exitItem = new JMenuItem("Exit"); + menu.add(exitItem); + exitItem.addActionListener(event -> System.exit(0)); + pack(); + } + + /** + * Saves the drawing in SVG format, using DOM/XSLT + */ + public void saveDocument() + { + try + { + if (chooser.showSaveDialog(this) != JFileChooser.APPROVE_OPTION) return; + File file = chooser.getSelectedFile(); + Document doc = comp.buildDocument(); + Transformer t = TransformerFactory.newInstance().newTransformer(); + t.setOutputProperty(OutputKeys.DOCTYPE_SYSTEM, + "http://www.w3.org/TR/2000/CR-SVG-20000802/DTD/svg-20000802.dtd"); + t.setOutputProperty(OutputKeys.DOCTYPE_PUBLIC, "-//W3C//DTD SVG 20000802//EN"); + t.setOutputProperty(OutputKeys.INDENT, "yes"); + t.setOutputProperty(OutputKeys.METHOD, "xml"); + t.setOutputProperty("{http://xml.apache.org/xslt}indent-amount", "2"); + t.transform(new DOMSource(doc), new StreamResult(Files.newOutputStream(file.toPath()))); + } + catch (TransformerException | IOException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } + + /** + * Saves the drawing in SVG format, using StAX + */ + public void saveStAX() + { + if (chooser.showSaveDialog(this) != JFileChooser.APPROVE_OPTION) return; + File file = chooser.getSelectedFile(); + XMLOutputFactory factory = XMLOutputFactory.newInstance(); + try + { + XMLStreamWriter writer = factory.createXMLStreamWriter(Files.newOutputStream(file.toPath())); + try + { + comp.writeDocument(writer); + } + finally + { + writer.close(); // Not autocloseable + } + } + catch (XMLStreamException | IOException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/write/XMLWriteTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/write/XMLWriteTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..104a153 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/write/XMLWriteTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,133 @@ +package write; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.xml.parsers.*; +import javax.xml.stream.*; +import javax.xml.transform.*; +import javax.xml.transform.dom.*; +import javax.xml.transform.stream.*; + +import org.w3c.dom.*; + +/** + * This program shows how to write an XML file. It produces modern art in SVG + * format. + * @version 1.13 2021-09-03 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class XMLWriteTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws Exception + { + Document doc = newDrawing(600, 400); + writeDocument(doc, "drawing1.svg"); + writeNewDrawing(600, 400, "drawing2.svg"); + } + + private static Random generator = new Random(); + + /** + * Creates a new random drawing. + * @param drawingWidth the width of the drawing in pixels + * @param drawingHeight the width of the drawing in pixels + * @return the DOM tree of the SVG document + */ + public static Document newDrawing(int drawingWidth, int drawingHeight) + throws ParserConfigurationException + { + DocumentBuilderFactory factory = DocumentBuilderFactory.newInstance(); + factory.setNamespaceAware(true); + DocumentBuilder builder = factory.newDocumentBuilder();; + String namespace = "http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"; + Document doc = builder.newDocument(); + Element svgElement = doc.createElementNS(namespace, "svg"); + doc.appendChild(svgElement); + svgElement.setAttribute("width", "" + drawingWidth); + svgElement.setAttribute("height", "" + drawingHeight); + int n = 10 + generator.nextInt(20); + for (int i = 1; i <= n; i++) + { + int x = generator.nextInt(drawingWidth); + int y = generator.nextInt(drawingHeight); + int width = generator.nextInt(drawingWidth - x); + int height = generator.nextInt(drawingHeight - y); + int r = generator.nextInt(256); + int g = generator.nextInt(256); + int b = generator.nextInt(256); + + Element rectElement = doc.createElementNS(namespace, "rect"); + rectElement.setAttribute("x", "" + x); + rectElement.setAttribute("y", "" + y); + rectElement.setAttribute("width", "" + width); + rectElement.setAttribute("height", "" + height); + rectElement.setAttribute("fill", + "#%02x%02x%02x".formatted(r, g, b)); + svgElement.appendChild(rectElement); + } + return doc; + } + + /** + * Saves a document using DOM/XSLT. + * @param doc the document to be written + * @param filename the name of the destination file + */ + public static void writeDocument(Document doc, String filename) + throws TransformerException, IOException + { + Transformer t = TransformerFactory.newInstance().newTransformer(); + t.setOutputProperty(OutputKeys.DOCTYPE_SYSTEM, + "http://www.w3.org/TR/2000/CR-SVG-20000802/DTD/svg-20000802.dtd"); + t.setOutputProperty(OutputKeys.DOCTYPE_PUBLIC, + "-//W3C//DTD SVG 20000802//EN"); + t.setOutputProperty(OutputKeys.INDENT, "yes"); + t.setOutputProperty(OutputKeys.METHOD, "xml"); + t.setOutputProperty("{http://xml.apache.org/xslt}indent-amount", "2"); + t.transform(new DOMSource(doc), new StreamResult( + Files.newOutputStream(Path.of(filename)))); + } + + /** + * Uses StAX to write an SVG document with a random drawing. + * @param drawingWidth the width of the drawing in pixels + * @param drawingHeight the width of the drawing in pixels + * @param filename the name of the destination file + */ + public static void writeNewDrawing(int drawingWidth, int drawingHeight, + String filename) throws XMLStreamException, IOException + { + XMLOutputFactory factory = XMLOutputFactory.newInstance(); + XMLStreamWriter writer = factory.createXMLStreamWriter( + Files.newOutputStream(Path.of(filename))); + writer.writeStartDocument(); + writer.writeDTD(""" + +"""); + writer.writeStartElement("svg"); + writer.writeDefaultNamespace("http://www.w3.org/2000/svg"); + writer.writeAttribute("width", "" + drawingWidth); + writer.writeAttribute("height", "" + drawingHeight); + int n = 10 + generator.nextInt(20); + for (int i = 1; i <= n; i++) + { + int x = generator.nextInt(drawingWidth); + int y = generator.nextInt(drawingHeight); + int width = generator.nextInt(drawingWidth - x); + int height = generator.nextInt(drawingHeight - y); + int r = generator.nextInt(256); + int g = generator.nextInt(256); + int b = generator.nextInt(256); + writer.writeEmptyElement("rect"); + writer.writeAttribute("x", "" + x); + writer.writeAttribute("y", "" + y); + writer.writeAttribute("width", "" + width); + writer.writeAttribute("height", "" + height); + writer.writeAttribute("fill", "#%02x%02x%02x".formatted(r, g, b)); + } + writer.writeEndDocument(); // closes svg element + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/XPathTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/XPathTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8e92db1 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/XPathTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,83 @@ +package xpath; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.xml.catalog.*; +import javax.xml.parsers.*; +import javax.xml.xpath.*; + +import org.w3c.dom.*; +import org.xml.sax.*; + +/** + * This program evaluates XPath expressions. + * @version 1.1 2018-04-06 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class XPathTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws Exception + { + DocumentBuilderFactory factory = DocumentBuilderFactory.newInstance(); + DocumentBuilder builder = factory.newDocumentBuilder(); + + // Avoid a delay in parsing an XHTML file--see the first note in + // Section 3.3.1 + builder.setEntityResolver(CatalogManager.catalogResolver( + CatalogFeatures.defaults(), + Path.of("xpath/catalog.xml").toAbsolutePath().toUri())); + + XPathFactory xpfactory = XPathFactory.newInstance(); + XPath path = xpfactory.newXPath(); + try (var in = new Scanner(System.in)) + { + String filename; + if (args.length == 0) + { + System.out.print("Input file: "); + filename = in.nextLine(); + } + else + filename = args[0]; + + Document doc = builder.parse(filename); + boolean done = false; + while (!done) + { + System.out.print("XPath expression (empty line to exit): " ); + String expression = in.nextLine(); + if (expression.strip().isEmpty()) done = true; + else + { + try + { + XPathEvaluationResult result + = path.evaluateExpression(expression, doc); + if (result.type() == XPathEvaluationResult.XPathResultType.NODESET) + { + for (Node n : (XPathNodes) result.value()) + System.out.println(description(n)); + } + else if (result.type() == XPathEvaluationResult.XPathResultType.NODE) + System.out.println((Node) result.value()); + else + System.out.println(result.value()); + } + catch (XPathExpressionException e) + { + System.out.println(e.getMessage()); + } + } + } + } + } + + public static String description(Node n) + { + if (n instanceof Element) return "Element " + n.getNodeName(); + else if (n instanceof Attr) return "Attribute " + n; + else return n.toString(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/bugs.xhtml" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/bugs.xhtml" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ffcc873 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/bugs.xhtml" @@ -0,0 +1,281 @@ + + + + + + Core Java Bug List + + + + + + +

Welcome to the Core Java Bug List

+ +

How to Tell which Printing You Have

+

On the bottom of the copyright page (facing the first page of the table of contents), look for a line such as “First printing, December 2015â€. In the errata below, we indicate the printing in which the error has been fixed inside square brackets such as [4].

+

For example, suppose you have the fourth printing. Then you can ignore all reports that are prefixed with [2], [3] or [4]. But you would want to pay attention to all reports that are prefixed with [5] or higher or that have no bracketed prefix at all.

+

10th Edition Volume 1 (Java SE 8)

+
[2] Page 51
In the Caution note, change \u00A0 to \u000A.
+
[2] Page 74
+
Change “The API documentation +is part of the JDK. It is in HTML format. Point your web browser to the +docs/api/index.html subdirectory of your JDK installation (Figure 3.2).†to “You can download the API documentation from Oracle and save it locally, or you can point your browser to http://docs.oracle.com/javase/8/docs/api (Figure 3.2).â€
+
[2] Page 89
+
Change “Finally, there is a variant of the for loop that has no +analog in C or C++. It is similar to the foreach loop in C#.†to “Finally, there is a variant of the for loop that is similar to the range-based for loop in C++ and the foreach loop in C#.â€
+
[2] Page 150
+
Change 
LocalDate hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day);
to 
hireDay = LocalDate.of(year, month, day);
+
[2] Page 173
+
Change + 
Employee(String name, double salary, int y, int m, int d)
+
to + 
public Employee(String n, double s, int year, int month, int day)
+
[2] Page 178
+
Move step 3 before Step 1 in the numbered list, and change “the body of the second constructor is executed†to “the object is constructed with the second constructor before continuing with the body of this constructorâ€
+
[2] Page 183
+
Change “For example, you can import all classes in the java.util package with the statement import java.util.*;†to “For example, you can import all classes in the java.time package with the statement import java.time.*;â€
+
[2] Page 189
+
Change the section heading “Package Scope†to “Package Accessâ€
+
[2] Page 189
+
Change “package visibility†to “package accessâ€
+
[2] Page 230
+
Change Object.equals(hireDay, other.hireDay) to Objects.equals(hireDay, other.hireDay)
+
[2] Page 243
+
Change + 
return super.hashCode() + 17 * new Double(bonus).hashCode();
to + 
return java.util.Objects.hash(super.hashCode(), bonus);
+
+
[2] Page 251
+
Change void set(int index, E obj) to E set(int index, E obj) and “overwriting the previous contents†to “returning the previous contents.â€
+
[2] Page 258
+
Remove the semicolon after public enum Size { SMALL, MEDIUM, LARGE, EXTRA_LARGE }
+
[2] Page 290
+
Change “package visibility†to “package accessâ€
+
[2] Page 292
+
Remove “for sorting an employee arrayâ€
+
Page 296
+
Change “Although you cannot put instance fields or static methods in an interface†to “Although you cannot put instance fields in an interface,â€
+
[2] Page 300
+
Change “Consider another interface with a getName method:†to “Consider two interfaces with a getName method:†and change the code below to: + 
interface Person
+{
+   default String getName() { return ""; };
+}
+
+interface Named
+{
+   default String getName() { return getClass().getName() + "_" + hashCode(); }
+}
+
+
Page 321
+
Change the code on top of the page to the (even more contrived) + 
class Greeter
+{
+   public void greet(ActionEvent event)
+   {
+      System.out.println("Hello, " + event);
+   }
+}
+
+class TimedGreeter extends Greeter
+{
+   public void greet(ActionEvent event)
+   {
+      Timer t = new Timer(1000, super::greet);
+      t.start();
+   }
+}
+
[2] Page 323
+
Change “It is also illegal to refer to variable†to “It is also illegal to refer to a variableâ€.
+
[2] Page 324
+
Change public class Application() to public class Application
+
[2] Page 338
+
Change “Since the secret access +methods have package visibility†to “Since the secret +methods have package accessâ€
+
[2] Page 341
+
Remove the paragraph “As we already mentioned...always the same value†above the note.
+
[2] Page 376
+
Change + 
try (Scanner in = new Scanner(new FileInputStream("/usr/share/dict/words"), "UTF-8")
+
to + 
try (Scanner in = new Scanner(new FileInputStream("/usr/share/dict/words"), "UTF-8"))
+
+
[2] Page 378
+
Change + 
StackTraceTest.factorial(StackTraceTest.java:18)
+StackTraceTest.main(StackTraceTest.java:34)
+factorial(2):
+StackTraceTest.factorial(StackTraceTest.java:18)
+StackTraceTest.factorial(StackTraceTest.java:24)
+StackTraceTest.main(StackTraceTest.java:34)
+factorial(1):
+StackTraceTest.factorial(StackTraceTest.java:18)
+StackTraceTest.factorial(StackTraceTest.java:24)
+StackTraceTest.factorial(StackTraceTest.java:24)
+StackTraceTest.main(StackTraceTest.java:34)
to + 
stackTrace.StackTraceTest.factorial(StackTraceTest.java:20)
+stackTrace.StackTraceTest.main(StackTraceTest.java:36)
+factorial(2):
+stackTrace.StackTraceTest.factorial(StackTraceTest.java:20)
+stackTrace.StackTraceTest.factorial(StackTraceTest.java:26)
+stackTrace.StackTraceTest.main(StackTraceTest.java:36)
+factorial(1):
+stackTrace.StackTraceTest.factorial(StackTraceTest.java:20)
+stackTrace.StackTraceTest.factorial(StackTraceTest.java:26)
+stackTrace.StackTraceTest.factorial(StackTraceTest.java:26)
+stackTrace.StackTraceTest.main(StackTraceTest.java:36)
+
+
+
[2] Page 393
+
Change “At least up to Java SE 7†to “Up to Java SE 7â€.
+
[2] Page 428
+
Change “Suppose the DateInterval method also +overrides the getSecond method:†to “Suppose the DateInterval class also +overrides the getSecond method:â€
+
[2] Page 428
+
Change + 
public void setSecond(Object second) { setSecond((Date) second); }
to + 
public void setSecond(Object second) { setSecond((LocalDate) second); }
and change + 
public LocalDate getSecond() { return (Date) super.getSecond().clone(); }
to + 
public LocalDate getSecond() { return (LocalDate) super.getSecond(); }
+
[2] Page 432
+
Change + 
for (t : ts) coll.add(t);
to + 
for (T t : ts) coll.add(t);
+
[2] Page 448
+
Change + 
PairAlg.swap(result); // OK--swapHelper captures wildcard type
to + 
PairAlg.swapHelper(result); // OK--swapHelper captures wildcard type
+
[2] Page 467
+
Change return = true; to return true;
+
[2] Page 468
+
Change boolean add(Object element) to boolean add(E element)
+
[2] Page 489
+
Change System.println to System.out.println
+
[2] Page 492
+
Change descripion to description in the toString method.
+
[2] Page 493
+
Change E pollLast to E pollLast()
+
[2] Page 496
+
Change @version 1.01 2012-01-26 to @version 1.02 2015-06-20
+
[2] Page 497
+
Change int score = scores.get(id, 0); to int score = scores.getOrDefault(id, 0);
+
[2] Page 498
+
Change @version 1.11 2012-01-26 to @version 1.12 2015-06-21
+
[2] Page 501
+
Change “ if the key was previously absent†to “ if the + key was previously absent (or mapped to null).â€, and add the following to the API note: +
  • default V putIfAbsent(K key, V value) 8

    If key is absent or associated with null, associates it with value and returns null. Otherwise returns the associated value.

    +
    • +
+
+
[2] Page 510
+
Change List group2 to List<Employee> group2
+
[2] Page 513
+
Change “The methods such as +get and put are serialized†to “The methods such as + get and put are synchronizedâ€
+
Page 522
+
Change “using a linear search if the element type implements the RandomAccess interface, and a binary search in all other cases†to “using a binary search if the element type implements the RandomAccess interface, and a linear search in all other casesâ€
+
[2] Page 523
+
Change Collections.replaceAll("C++", "Java"); to Collections.replaceAll(words, "C++", "Java");
+
[2] Page 529
+
Change + 
Enumeration<Employee> e = staff.elements();
+while (e.hasMoreElements())
+{
+   Employee e = e.nextElement();
+   . . .
+}
to + 
Enumeration<Employee> values = table.elements();
+while (values.hasMoreElements())
+{
+   Employee e = values.nextElement();
+. . .
+}
+
[2] Page 550
+
Add a bullet before “You can maximize + a frame by callingâ€
+
[2] Page 551
+
Change @version 1.33 2007-05-12 to @version 1.34 2015-06-16
+
[2] Page 566
+
Change @version 1.33 2007-05-12 to @version 1.34 2015-06-16
+
[2] Page 576
+
Change + 
Rectangle2D bounds = sansbold14..getStringBounds(message, context);
to + 
Rectangle2D bounds = sansbold14.getStringBounds(message, context);
+
[2] Page 670
+
Change 
faceCombo.getItemAt(faceCombo.setSelectedIndex()),
to + 
faceCombo.getItemAt(faceCombo.getSelectedIndex()),
+
+
[2] Page 680
+
Change “When the user selects a menu†to “When the user selects a menu itemâ€.
+
[2] Page 686
+
Change + 
cutAction.putValue(Action.MNEMONIC_KEY, new Integer('A'));
to + 
aboutAction.putValue(Action.MNEMONIC_KEY, new Integer('A'));
+
[2] Page 707
+
Change "The GBC helper class is in Listing 12.12" to "The GBC helper class is in Listing 12.11"
+
[2] Page 889
+
Change “must have must have†to “must haveâ€
+
[2] Page 933
+
Change “wrapped in an unchecked ExecutionException†to “wrapped in an ExecutionExceptionâ€
+
+ +

10th Edition Volume 2 (Java SE 8) ???

+
Page 238
+
Change “If the timeout value has been set for a socket, all subsequent read and write operations†to “If the timeout value has been set for a socket, all subsequent read operationsâ€
+
Page 239
+
Change InterruptedIOException to SocketTimeoutException (2x)
+
+

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+ + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/catalog.xml" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/catalog.xml" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..da11546 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/catalog.xml" @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ + + + + + + + + + \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/fontdialog.xml" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/fontdialog.xml" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..59ef0fb --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/fontdialog.xml" @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ + + + + + + + javax.swing.JLabel + + text + Face: + + + + + + javax.swing.JComboBox + + + + + javax.swing.JTextArea + + text + The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog + + + editable + false + + + lineWrap + true + + + border + + + javax.swing.border.EtchedBorder + + + + + + + + + + javax.swing.JLabel + + text + Size: + + + + + + javax.swing.JComboBox + + + + + + + javax.swing.JCheckBox + + text + Bold + + + + + + + + javax.swing.JCheckBox + + text + Italic + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/gridbag.dtd" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/gridbag.dtd" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b6ee8f8 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/gridbag.dtd" @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/xhtml-lat1.ent" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/xhtml-lat1.ent" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1978af9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/xhtml-lat1.ent" @@ -0,0 +1,235 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/xhtml-special.ent" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/xhtml-special.ent" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5cb79e2 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/xhtml-special.ent" @@ -0,0 +1,89 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/xhtml-symbol.ent" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/xhtml-symbol.ent" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5907df7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/xhtml-symbol.ent" @@ -0,0 +1,235 @@ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/xhtml1-strict.dtd" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/xhtml1-strict.dtd" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2927b9e --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch03/xpath/xhtml1-strict.dtd" @@ -0,0 +1,978 @@ + + + + + +%HTMLlat1; + + +%HTMLsymbol; + + +%HTMLspecial; + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/activation-1.1.1.jar" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/activation-1.1.1.jar" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1b703ab Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/activation-1.1.1.jar" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/HttpClientTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/HttpClientTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9280e82 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/HttpClientTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ +package client; + +import java.io.*; +import java.math.*; +import java.net.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; + +import java.net.http.*; +import java.net.http.HttpRequest.*; + +class MoreBodyPublishers +{ + public static BodyPublisher ofFormData(Map data) + { + boolean first = true; + var builder = new StringBuilder(); + for (Map.Entry entry : data.entrySet()) + { + if (first) first = false; + else builder.append("&"); + builder.append(URLEncoder.encode(entry.getKey().toString(), + StandardCharsets.UTF_8)); + builder.append("="); + builder.append(URLEncoder.encode(entry.getValue().toString(), + StandardCharsets.UTF_8)); + } + return BodyPublishers.ofString(builder.toString()); + } + + private static byte[] bytes(String s) { return s.getBytes(StandardCharsets.UTF_8); } + + public static BodyPublisher ofMimeMultipartData(Map data, String boundary) + throws IOException + { + var byteArrays = new ArrayList(); + byte[] separator = bytes("--" + boundary + "\nContent-Disposition: form-data; name="); + for (Map.Entry entry : data.entrySet()) + { + byteArrays.add(separator); + + if (entry.getValue() instanceof Path path) + { + String mimeType = Files.probeContentType(path); + byteArrays.add(bytes("\"" + entry.getKey() + "\"; filename=\"" + path.getFileName() + + "\"\nContent-Type: " + mimeType + "\n\n")); + byteArrays.add(Files.readAllBytes(path)); + } + else + byteArrays.add(bytes("\"" + entry.getKey() + "\"\n\n" + entry.getValue() + "\n")); + } + byteArrays.add(bytes("--" + boundary + "--")); + return BodyPublishers.ofByteArrays(byteArrays); + } + + public static BodyPublisher ofSimpleJSON(Map data) + { + var builder = new StringBuilder(); + builder.append("{"); + var first = true; + for (Map.Entry entry : data.entrySet()) + { + if (first) first = false; + else + builder.append(","); + builder.append(jsonEscape(entry.getKey().toString())).append(": ") + .append(jsonEscape(entry.getValue().toString())); + } + builder.append("}"); + return BodyPublishers.ofString(builder.toString()); + } + + private static Map replacements = Map.of('\b', "\\b", '\f', "\\f", + '\n', "\\n", '\r', "\\r", '\t', "\\t", '"', "\\\"", '\\', "\\\\"); + + private static StringBuilder jsonEscape(String str) + { + var result = new StringBuilder("\""); + for (int i = 0; i < str.length(); i++) + { + char ch = str.charAt(i); + String replacement = replacements.get(ch); + if (replacement == null) result.append(ch); + else result.append(replacement); + } + result.append("\""); + return result; + } +} + +public class HttpClientTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + throws IOException, URISyntaxException, InterruptedException + { + System.setProperty("jdk.httpclient.HttpClient.log", "headers,errors"); + String propsFilename = args.length > 0 ? args[0] : "client/post.properties"; + Path propsPath = Path.of(propsFilename); + var props = new Properties(); + try (Reader in = Files.newBufferedReader(propsPath, StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + props.load(in); + } + String urlString = "" + props.remove("url"); + String contentType = "" + props.remove("Content-Type"); + if (contentType.equals("multipart/form-data")) + { + var generator = new Random(); + String boundary = new BigInteger(256, generator).toString(); + contentType += ";boundary=" + boundary; + props.replaceAll((k, v) -> + v.toString().startsWith("file://") + ? propsPath.getParent().resolve(Path.of(v.toString().substring(7))) + : v); + } + String result = doPost(urlString, contentType, props); + System.out.println(result); + } + + public static String doPost(String url, String contentType, Map data) + throws IOException, URISyntaxException, InterruptedException + { + HttpClient client = HttpClient.newBuilder() + .followRedirects(HttpClient.Redirect.ALWAYS).build(); + + BodyPublisher publisher = null; + if (contentType.startsWith("multipart/form-data")) + { + String boundary = contentType.substring(contentType.lastIndexOf("=") + 1); + publisher = MoreBodyPublishers.ofMimeMultipartData(data, boundary); + } + else if (contentType.equals("application/x-www-form-urlencoded")) + publisher = MoreBodyPublishers.ofFormData(data); + else + { + contentType = "application/json"; + publisher = MoreBodyPublishers.ofSimpleJSON(data); + } + + HttpRequest request = HttpRequest.newBuilder() + .uri(new URI(url)) + .header("Content-Type", contentType) + .POST(publisher) + .build(); + HttpResponse response + = client.send(request, HttpResponse.BodyHandlers.ofString()); + return response.body(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/cup.png" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/cup.png" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f5273e9 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/cup.png" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/fileupload.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/fileupload.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7c30d7e --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/fileupload.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +url=https://dopiaza.org/tools/datauri/index.php +Content-Type=multipart/form-data +datasource=upload +MAX_FILE_SIZE=1048576 +file=file://cup.png +text= +base64=base64 +mimetype=ua +mimetypevalue= +Submit=Generate Data URI \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/json.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/json.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b186113 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/json.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +url=http://www.reverso.net/WebReferences/WSAJAXInterface.asmx/TranslateWS +searchText=Hello World +direction=524289 +maxTranslationChars=-1 \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/post.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/post.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e7b6e87 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/client/post.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +# The data are the LOC in the java.base/java/util and java.base/com/sun directories +# We test the hypothesis whether the distributions are different +url=http://www.physics.csbsju.edu/cgi-bin/stats/t-test_paste.n.plot +Content-Type=application/x-www-form-urlencoded +A=58\n1725\n79\n136\n97\n55\n118\n84\n53\n43\n33\n49\n52\n57\n88\n121\n114\n61\n67\n60\n167\n94\n98\n346\n84\n552\n1758\n833\n391\n392\n97\n801\n101\n95\n10245\n180\n291\n60\n55\n56\n3827\n48\n3018\n125\n757\n54\n65\n138\n105\n471\n103\n1075\n80\n260\n128\n126\n124\n749\n987\n69\n58\n78\n94\n76\n62\n97\n59\n57\n70\n88\n61\n65\n1822\n90\n69\n341\n398\n142\n560\n452\n340\n1051\n362\n121\n287\n179\n857\n238\n146\n37\n548\n33\n1880\n665\n78\n399\n958\n1869\n500\n1183\n2325\n289\n1681\n661\n318\n5963\n154\n431\n13\u2026\n89\n55\n61\n59\n52\n60\n53\n72\n83\n118\n559\n60\n54\n71\n579\n1301\n440\n664\n438\n978\n583\n274\n53\n237\n80\n190\n41\n679\n60\n466\n66\n75\n61\n72\n493\n659\n738\n1202\n52\n49\n56\n56\n95\n112\n91\n56\n72\n93\n731\n494\n50\n95\n347\n2032\n1123\n157\n111\n48\n102\n119\n83\n131\n80\n431\n203\n118\n72\n69\n119\n1497\n439\n93\n84\n1453\n570\n190\n143\n55\n993\n559\n622\n1947\n773\n488\n949\n359\n70\n3184\n645\n1333\n75\n2163\n78\n51\n1088\n2133\n720\n1063\n70\n55\n56\n56\n94\n55\n205\n89\n50\n354\n136933\n +B=645\n46\n697\n117\n90\n511\n263\n126\n428\n41\n558\n115\n91\n240\n1162\n284\n219\n259\n188\n198\n428\n39\n1145\n426\n168\n162\n145\n160\n90\n578\n167\n147\n160\n91\n435\n233\n204\n169\n144\n322\n323\n154\n130\n245\n598\n146\n113\n249\n294\n47\n109\n135\n47\n109\n125\n963\n200\n375\n248\n220\n84\n306\n155\n148\n535\n415\n525\n429\n435\n182\n152\n286\n218\n198\n817\n127\n90\n151\n320\n229\n475\n157\n264\n801\n102\n281\n190\n390\n93\n298\n1698\n2761\n618\n317\n398\n1489\n906\n43\n1658\n503\n729\n134\n134\n134\n174\n570\n818\n688\n331\n101\n1377\n2376\n1743\n611\n500\n331\n125\n262\n320\n54\n203\n67\n123\n203\n56\n506\n220\n64\n42\n31\n201\n74\n136\n699\n220\n62\n42\n109\n73\n331\n206\n94\n430\n213\n30\n51712\n \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/inetAddress/InetAddressTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/inetAddress/InetAddressTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9ae04ea --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/inetAddress/InetAddressTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +package inetAddress; + +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the InetAddress class. Supply a host name as command-line + * argument, or run without command-line arguments to see the address of the local host. + * @version 1.02 2012-06-05 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class InetAddressTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + if (args.length > 0) + { + String host = args[0]; + InetAddress[] addresses = InetAddress.getAllByName(host); + for (InetAddress a : addresses) + System.out.println(a); + } + else + { + InetAddress localHostAddress = InetAddress.getLocalHost(); + System.out.println(localHostAddress); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/interruptible/InterruptibleSocketTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/interruptible/InterruptibleSocketTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b5761e9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/interruptible/InterruptibleSocketTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,241 @@ +package interruptible; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.net.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.nio.channels.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program shows how to interrupt a socket channel. + * @author Cay Horstmann + * @version 1.05 2018-03-17 + */ +public class InterruptibleSocketTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new InterruptibleSocketFrame(); + frame.setTitle("InterruptibleSocketTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +class InterruptibleSocketFrame extends JFrame +{ + private Scanner in; + private JButton interruptibleButton; + private JButton blockingButton; + private JButton cancelButton; + private JTextArea messages; + private TestServer server; + private Thread connectThread; + + public InterruptibleSocketFrame() + { + var northPanel = new JPanel(); + add(northPanel, BorderLayout.NORTH); + + final int TEXT_ROWS = 20; + final int TEXT_COLUMNS = 60; + messages = new JTextArea(TEXT_ROWS, TEXT_COLUMNS); + add(new JScrollPane(messages)); + + interruptibleButton = new JButton("Interruptible"); + blockingButton = new JButton("Blocking"); + + northPanel.add(interruptibleButton); + northPanel.add(blockingButton); + + interruptibleButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + interruptibleButton.setEnabled(false); + blockingButton.setEnabled(false); + cancelButton.setEnabled(true); + connectThread = new Thread(() -> + { + try + { + connectInterruptibly(); + } + catch (IOException e) + { + messages.append("\nInterruptibleSocketTest.connectInterruptibly: " + e); + } + }); + connectThread.start(); + }); + + blockingButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + interruptibleButton.setEnabled(false); + blockingButton.setEnabled(false); + cancelButton.setEnabled(true); + connectThread = new Thread(() -> + { + try + { + connectBlocking(); + } + catch (IOException e) + { + messages.append("\nInterruptibleSocketTest.connectBlocking: " + e); + } + }); + connectThread.start(); + }); + + cancelButton = new JButton("Cancel"); + cancelButton.setEnabled(false); + northPanel.add(cancelButton); + cancelButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + connectThread.interrupt(); + cancelButton.setEnabled(false); + }); + server = new TestServer(); + new Thread(server).start(); + pack(); + } + + /** + * Connects to the test server, using interruptible I/O + */ + public void connectInterruptibly() throws IOException + { + messages.append("Interruptible:\n"); + try (SocketChannel channel + = SocketChannel.open(new InetSocketAddress("localhost", 8189))) + { + in = new Scanner(channel, StandardCharsets.UTF_8); + while (!Thread.currentThread().isInterrupted()) + { + messages.append("Reading "); + if (in.hasNextLine()) + { + String line = in.nextLine(); + messages.append(line); + messages.append("\n"); + } + } + } + finally + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + messages.append("Channel closed\n"); + interruptibleButton.setEnabled(true); + blockingButton.setEnabled(true); + }); + } + } + + /** + * Connects to the test server, using blocking I/O + */ + public void connectBlocking() throws IOException + { + messages.append("Blocking:\n"); + try (var sock = new Socket("localhost", 8189)) + { + in = new Scanner(sock.getInputStream(), StandardCharsets.UTF_8); + while (!Thread.currentThread().isInterrupted()) + { + messages.append("Reading "); + if (in.hasNextLine()) + { + String line = in.nextLine(); + messages.append(line); + messages.append("\n"); + } + } + } + finally + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + messages.append("Socket closed\n"); + interruptibleButton.setEnabled(true); + blockingButton.setEnabled(true); + }); + } + } + + /** + * A multithreaded server that listens to port 8189 and sends numbers to the client, + * simulating a hanging server after 10 numbers. + */ + class TestServer implements Runnable + { + public void run() + { + try (var s = new ServerSocket(8189)) + { + while (true) + { + Socket incoming = s.accept(); + Runnable r = new TestServerHandler(incoming); + new Thread(r).start(); + } + } + catch (IOException e) + { + messages.append("\nTestServer.run: " + e); + } + } + } + + /** + * This class handles the client input for one server socket connection. + */ + class TestServerHandler implements Runnable + { + private Socket incoming; + private int counter; + + /** + * Constructs a handler. + * @param i the incoming socket + */ + public TestServerHandler(Socket i) + { + incoming = i; + } + + public void run() + { + try + { + try + { + OutputStream outStream = incoming.getOutputStream(); + var out = new PrintWriter( + new OutputStreamWriter(outStream, StandardCharsets.UTF_8), + true /* autoFlush */); + while (counter < 100) + { + counter++; + if (counter <= 10) out.println(counter); + Thread.sleep(100); + } + } + finally + { + incoming.close(); + messages.append("Closing server\n"); + } + } + catch (Exception e) + { + messages.append("\nTestServerHandler.run: " + e); + } + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/javax.mail.jar" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/javax.mail.jar" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2ecc1ed Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/javax.mail.jar" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/mail/MailTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/mail/MailTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ab628ff --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/mail/MailTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +package mail; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; +import javax.mail.*; +import javax.mail.internet.*; +import javax.mail.internet.MimeMessage.RecipientType; + +/** + * This program shows how to use JavaMail to send mail messages. + * @author Cay Horstmann + * @version 1.02 2021-06-17 + */ +public class MailTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws MessagingException, IOException + { + var props = new Properties(); + try (Reader in = Files.newBufferedReader(Path.of("mail", + "mail.properties"), StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + props.load(in); + } + List lines = Files.readAllLines(Path.of(args[0]), StandardCharsets.UTF_8); + + String from = lines.get(0); + String to = lines.get(1); + String subject = lines.get(2); + + var builder = new StringBuilder(); + for (int i = 3; i < lines.size(); i++) + { + builder.append(lines.get(i)); + builder.append("\n"); + } + + Console console = System.console(); + var password = new String(console.readPassword("Password: ")); + + Session mailSession = Session.getDefaultInstance(props); + // mailSession.setDebug(true); + var message = new MimeMessage(mailSession); + message.setFrom(new InternetAddress(from)); + message.addRecipient(RecipientType.TO, new InternetAddress(to)); + message.setSubject(subject); + message.setText(builder.toString()); + Transport tr = mailSession.getTransport(); + try + { + tr.connect(null, password); + tr.sendMessage(message, message.getAllRecipients()); + } + finally + { + tr.close(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/mail/mail.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/mail/mail.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..67b63fe --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/mail/mail.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +mail.transport.protocol=smtps +mail.smtps.auth=true +mail.smtps.host=smtp.gmail.com +mail.smtps.user=accountname@gmail.com diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/mail/message.txt" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/mail/message.txt" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bfb9641 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/mail/message.txt" @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +president@whitehouse.gov +recipient@recipientdomain.com +Invitation +Dear Friend: + +It is my pleasure to invite you to a black-tie reception +on the front lawn of the White House on April 1, 2019. + +Sincerely, + + +Donald J. Trump diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/post/PostTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/post/PostTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..108c97b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/post/PostTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,117 @@ +package post; + +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates how to use the URLConnection class for a POST request. + * @version 1.43 2021-06-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class PostTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + String propsFilename = args.length > 0 ? args[0] : "post/post.properties"; + var props = new Properties(); + try (Reader in = Files.newBufferedReader( + Path.of(propsFilename), StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + props.load(in); + } + String urlString = props.remove("url").toString(); + Object userAgent = props.remove("User-Agent"); + Object redirects = props.remove("redirects"); + CookieHandler.setDefault(new CookieManager(null, CookiePolicy.ACCEPT_ALL)); + String result = doPost(new URL(urlString), props, + userAgent == null ? null : userAgent.toString(), + redirects == null ? -1 : Integer.parseInt(redirects.toString())); + System.out.println(result); + } + + /** + * Do an HTTP POST. + * @param url the URL to post to + * @param nameValuePairs the query parameters + * @param userAgent the user agent to use, or null for the default user agent + * @param redirects the number of redirects to follow manually, or -1 for automatic + * redirects + * @return the data returned from the server + */ + public static String doPost(URL url, Map nameValuePairs, String userAgent, + int redirects) throws IOException + { + var connection = (HttpURLConnection) url.openConnection(); + if (userAgent != null) + connection.setRequestProperty("User-Agent", userAgent); + + if (redirects >= 0) + connection.setInstanceFollowRedirects(false); + + connection.setDoOutput(true); + + try (var out = new PrintWriter(connection.getOutputStream())) + { + boolean first = true; + for (Map.Entry pair : nameValuePairs.entrySet()) + { + if (first) first = false; + else out.print('&'); + String name = pair.getKey().toString(); + String value = pair.getValue().toString(); + out.print(name); + out.print('='); + out.print(URLEncoder.encode(value, StandardCharsets.UTF_8)); + } + } + String encoding = connection.getContentEncoding(); + if (encoding == null) encoding = "UTF-8"; + + if (redirects > 0) + { + int responseCode = connection.getResponseCode(); + if (responseCode == HttpURLConnection.HTTP_MOVED_PERM + || responseCode == HttpURLConnection.HTTP_MOVED_TEMP + || responseCode == HttpURLConnection.HTTP_SEE_OTHER) + { + String location = connection.getHeaderField("Location"); + if (location != null) + { + URL base = connection.getURL(); + connection.disconnect(); + return doPost(new URL(base, location), nameValuePairs, userAgent, + redirects - 1); + } + } + } + else if (redirects == 0) + { + throw new IOException("Too many redirects"); + } + + var response = new StringBuilder(); + try (var in = new Scanner(connection.getInputStream(), encoding)) + { + while (in.hasNextLine()) + { + response.append(in.nextLine()); + response.append("\n"); + } + } + catch (IOException e) + { + InputStream err = connection.getErrorStream(); + if (err == null) throw e; + try (var in = new Scanner(err)) + { + response.append(in.nextLine()); + response.append("\n"); + } + } + + return response.toString(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/post/post.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/post/post.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d0d901 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/post/post.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +url=https://tools.usps.com/tools/app/ziplookup/zipByAddress +User-Agent=HTTPie/0.9.2 +address1=1 Market Street +address2= +city=San Francisco +state=CA +companyName= diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/server/EchoServer.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/server/EchoServer.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7210277 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/server/EchoServer.java" @@ -0,0 +1,47 @@ +package server; + +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program implements a simple server that listens to port 8189 and echoes back all + * client input. + * @version 1.22 2018-03-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class EchoServer +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + // establish server socket + try (var s = new ServerSocket(8189)) + { + // wait for client connection + try (Socket incoming = s.accept()) + { + InputStream inStream = incoming.getInputStream(); + OutputStream outStream = incoming.getOutputStream(); + + try (var in = new Scanner(inStream, StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + var out = new PrintWriter( + new OutputStreamWriter(outStream, StandardCharsets.UTF_8), + true /* autoFlush */); + + out.println("Hello! Enter BYE to exit."); + + // echo client input + boolean done = false; + while (!done && in.hasNextLine()) + { + String line = in.nextLine(); + out.println("Echo: " + line); + if (line.strip().equals("BYE")) done = true; + } + } + } + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/socket/SocketTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/socket/SocketTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e1c092d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/socket/SocketTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +package socket; + +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program makes a socket connection to the atomic clock in Boulder, Colorado, and prints + * the time that the server sends. + * @version 1.22 2018-03-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class SocketTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + try (var s = new Socket("time-a.nist.gov", 13); + var in = new Scanner(s.getInputStream(), StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + while (in.hasNextLine()) + { + String line = in.nextLine(); + System.out.println(line); + } + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/threaded/ThreadedEchoServer.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/threaded/ThreadedEchoServer.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a2b01be --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/threaded/ThreadedEchoServer.java" @@ -0,0 +1,81 @@ +package threaded; + +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program implements a multithreaded server that listens to port 8189 and echoes back + * all client input. + * @author Cay Horstmann + * @version 1.23 2018-03-17 + */ +public class ThreadedEchoServer +{ + public static void main(String[] args ) + { + try (var s = new ServerSocket(8189)) + { + int i = 1; + + while (true) + { + Socket incoming = s.accept(); + System.out.println("Spawning " + i); + Runnable r = new ThreadedEchoHandler(incoming); + var t = new Thread(r); + t.start(); + i++; + } + } + catch (IOException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } +} + +/** + * This class handles the client input for one server socket connection. + */ +class ThreadedEchoHandler implements Runnable +{ + private Socket incoming; + + /** + Constructs a handler. + @param incomingSocket the incoming socket + */ + public ThreadedEchoHandler(Socket incomingSocket) + { + incoming = incomingSocket; + } + + public void run() + { + try (InputStream inStream = incoming.getInputStream(); + OutputStream outStream = incoming.getOutputStream(); + var in = new Scanner(inStream, StandardCharsets.UTF_8); + var out = new PrintWriter( + new OutputStreamWriter(outStream, StandardCharsets.UTF_8), + true /* autoFlush */)) + { + out.println( "Hello! Enter BYE to exit." ); + + // echo client input + boolean done = false; + while (!done && in.hasNextLine()) + { + String line = in.nextLine(); + out.println("Echo: " + line); + if (line.strip().equals("BYE")) + done = true; + } + } + catch (IOException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/urlConnection/URLConnectionTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/urlConnection/URLConnectionTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..509379b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch04/urlConnection/URLConnectionTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,81 @@ +package urlConnection; + +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program connects to an URL and displays the response header data and the first + * 10 lines of the requested data. + * + * Supply the URL and an optional username and password (for HTTP basic authentication) on the + * command line. + * @version 1.12 2018-03-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class URLConnectionTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + try + { + String urlName; + if (args.length > 0) urlName = args[0]; + else urlName = "http://horstmann.com"; + + var url = new URL(urlName); + URLConnection connection = url.openConnection(); + + // set username, password if specified on command line + + if (args.length > 2) + { + String username = args[1]; + String password = args[2]; + String input = username + ":" + password; + Base64.Encoder encoder = Base64.getEncoder(); + String encoding = encoder.encodeToString(input.getBytes(StandardCharsets.UTF_8)); + connection.setRequestProperty("Authorization", "Basic " + encoding); + } + + connection.connect(); + + // print header fields + + Map> headers = connection.getHeaderFields(); + for (Map.Entry> entry : headers.entrySet()) + { + String key = entry.getKey(); + for (String value : entry.getValue()) + System.out.println(key + ": " + value); + } + + // print convenience functions + + System.out.println("----------"); + System.out.println("getContentType: " + connection.getContentType()); + System.out.println("getContentLength: " + connection.getContentLength()); + System.out.println("getContentEncoding: " + connection.getContentEncoding()); + System.out.println("getDate: " + connection.getDate()); + System.out.println("getExpiration: " + connection.getExpiration()); + System.out.println("getLastModifed: " + connection.getLastModified()); + System.out.println("----------"); + + String encoding = connection.getContentEncoding(); + if (encoding == null) encoding = "UTF-8"; + try (var in = new Scanner(connection.getInputStream(), encoding)) + { + // print first ten lines of contents + + for (int n = 1; in.hasNextLine() && n <= 10; n++) + System.out.println(in.nextLine()); + if (in.hasNextLine()) System.out.println(". . ."); + } + } + catch (IOException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/Authors.sql" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/Authors.sql" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3e8db94 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/Authors.sql" @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +CREATE TABLE Authors (Author_Id CHAR(4), Name CHAR(25), Fname CHAR(25)); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('ALEX', 'Alexander', 'Christopher'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('BROO', 'Brooks', 'Frederick P.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('CORM', 'Cormen', 'Thomas H.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('DATE', 'Date', 'C. J.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('DARW', 'Darwen', 'Hugh'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('FEIN', 'Feiner', 'Steven K.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('FLAN', 'Flanagan', 'David'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('FOLE', 'Foley', 'James D.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('GAMM', 'Gamma', 'Erich'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('GARF', 'Garfinkel', 'Simson'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('HEIN', 'Hein', 'Trent R.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('HELM', 'Helm', 'Richard'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('HOPC', 'Hopcroft', 'John E.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('HUGH', 'Hughes', 'John F.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('ISHI', 'Ishikawa', 'Sara'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('JOHN', 'Johnson', 'Ralph'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('KAHN', 'Kahn', 'David'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('KERN', 'Kernighan', 'Brian'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('KIDD', 'Kidder', 'Tracy'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('KNUT', 'Knuth', 'Donald E.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('LEIS', 'Leiserson', 'Charles E.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('MOTW', 'Motwani', 'Rajeev'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('NEME', 'Nemeth', 'Evi'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('RAYM', 'Raymond', 'Eric'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('RITC', 'Ritchie', 'Dennis'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('RIVE', 'Rivest', 'Ronald R.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('SCHN', 'Schneier', 'Bruce'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('SEEB', 'Seebass', 'Scott'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('SILV', 'Silverstein', 'Murray'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('SNYD', 'Snyder', 'Garth'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('STEI', 'Stein', 'Clifford E.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('STOL', 'Stoll', 'Clifford'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('STRA', 'Strassmann', 'Steven'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('STRO', 'Stroustrup', 'Bjarne'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('ULLM', 'Ullman', 'Jeffrey D.'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('VAND', 'van Dam', 'Andries'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('VLIS', 'Vlissides', 'John'); +INSERT INTO Authors VALUES ('WEIS', 'Weise', 'Daniel'); +SELECT * FROM Authors; diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/Books.sql" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/Books.sql" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..05dc278 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/Books.sql" @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +CREATE TABLE Books (Title CHAR(60), ISBN CHAR(13), Publisher_Id CHAR(6), Price DECIMAL(10,2)); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('A Guide to the SQL Standard', '0-201-96426-0', '0201', 47.95); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('A Pattern Language: Towns, Buildings, Construction', '0-19-501919-9', '019', 65.00); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('Applied Cryptography', '0-471-11709-9', '0471', 60.00); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('Computer Graphics: Principles and Practice', '0-201-84840-6', '0201', 79.99); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('Cuckoo''s Egg', '0-7434-1146-3', '07434', 13.95); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('Design Patterns', '0-201-63361-2', '0201', 54.99); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('Introduction to Algorithms', '0-262-03293-7', '0262', 80.00); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('Introduction to Automata Theory, Languages, and Computation', '0-201-44124-1', '0201', 105.00); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('JavaScript: The Definitive Guide', '0-596-00048-0', '0596', 44.95); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('The Art of Computer Programming vol. 1', '0-201-89683-4', '0201', 59.99); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('The Art of Computer Programming vol. 2', '0-201-89684-2', '0201', 59.99); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('The Art of Computer Programming vol. 3', '0-201-89685-0', '0201', 59.99); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('The C Programming Language', '0-13-110362-8', '013', 42.00); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('The C++ Programming Language', '0-201-70073-5', '0201', 64.99); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('The Cathedral and the Bazaar', '0-596-00108-8', '0596', 16.95); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('The Codebreakers', '0-684-83130-9', '07434', 70.00); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('The Mythical Man-Month', '0-201-83595-9', '0201', 29.95); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('The Soul of a New Machine', '0-679-60261-5', '0679', 18.95); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('The UNIX Hater''s Handbook', '1-56884-203-1', '0471', 16.95); +INSERT INTO Books VALUES ('UNIX System Administration Handbook', '0-13-020601-6', '013', 68.00); +SELECT * FROM Books diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/BooksAuthors.sql" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/BooksAuthors.sql" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..40f1967 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/BooksAuthors.sql" @@ -0,0 +1,42 @@ +CREATE TABLE BooksAuthors (ISBN CHAR(13), Author_Id CHAR(4), Seq_No INT); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-96426-0', 'DATE', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-96426-0', 'DARW', 2); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-19-501919-9', 'ALEX', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-19-501919-9', 'ISHI', 2); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-19-501919-9', 'SILV', 3); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-471-11709-9', 'SCHN', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-84840-6', 'FOLE', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-84840-6', 'VAND', 2); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-84840-6', 'FEIN', 3); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-84840-6', 'HUGH', 4); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-7434-1146-3', 'STOL', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-63361-2', 'GAMM', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-63361-2', 'HELM', 2); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-63361-2', 'JOHN', 3); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-63361-2', 'VLIS', 4); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-262-03293-7', 'CORM', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-262-03293-7', 'LEIS', 2); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-262-03293-7', 'RIVE', 3); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-262-03293-7', 'STEI', 4); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-44124-1', 'HOPC', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-44124-1', 'ULLM', 2); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-44124-1', 'MOTW', 3); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-596-00048-0', 'FLAN', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-89683-4', 'KNUT', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-89684-2', 'KNUT', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-89685-0', 'KNUT', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-13-110362-8', 'KERN', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-13-110362-8', 'RITC', 2); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-70073-5', 'STRO', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-596-00108-8', 'RAYM', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-684-83130-9', 'KAHN', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-201-83595-9', 'BROO', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-679-60261-5', 'KIDD', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('1-56884-203-1', 'GARF', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('1-56884-203-1', 'WEIS', 2); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('1-56884-203-1', 'STRA', 3); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-13-020601-6', 'NEME', 1); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-13-020601-6', 'SNYD', 2); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-13-020601-6', 'SEEB', 3); +INSERT INTO BooksAuthors VALUES ('0-13-020601-6', 'HEIN', 4); +SELECT * FROM BooksAuthors; diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/Publishers.sql" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/Publishers.sql" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..02fb7d7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/Publishers.sql" @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +CREATE TABLE Publishers (Publisher_Id CHAR(6), Name CHAR(30), URL CHAR(80)); +INSERT INTO Publishers VALUES ('0201', 'Addison-Wesley', 'www.aw-bc.com'); +INSERT INTO Publishers VALUES ('0471', 'John Wiley & Sons', 'www.wiley.com'); +INSERT INTO Publishers VALUES ('0262', 'MIT Press', 'mitpress.mit.edu'); +INSERT INTO Publishers VALUES ('0596', 'O''Reilly', 'www.ora.com'); +INSERT INTO Publishers VALUES ('019', 'Oxford University Press', 'www.oup.co.uk'); +INSERT INTO Publishers VALUES ('013', 'Prentice Hall', 'www.phptr.com'); +INSERT INTO Publishers VALUES ('0679', 'Random House', 'www.randomhouse.com'); +INSERT INTO Publishers VALUES ('07434', 'Simon & Schuster', 'www.simonsays.com'); +SELECT * FROM Publishers; diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/database.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/database.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b31f86d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/database.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +#jdbc.drivers=org.apache.derby.jdbc.ClientDriver +jdbc.url=jdbc:derby://localhost:1527/COREJAVA;create=true +jdbc.username=dbuser +jdbc.password=secret diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/derby.log" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/derby.log" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b49c70 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/derby.log" @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +Sat Sep 29 12:42:21 PDT 2012 : Apache Derby Serveur réseau - 10.8.2.2 - (1181258) démarré et prêt à accepter les connexions sur le port 1527 +---------------------------------------------------------------- +Sat Sep 29 12:42:30 PDT 2012: +Amorçage de Derby version The Apache Software Foundation - Apache Derby - 10.8.2.2 - (1181258) : instance a816c00e-013a-138d-0c27-00003f9cbb5b +dans le répertoire de base de données /data/cay/books/cj9/code/v2ch04/COREJAVA avec le chargeur de classe sun.misc.Launcher$AppClassLoader@b99e4c + +java.vendor=Oracle Corporation +java.runtime.version=1.7.0_07-b10 +user.dir=/data/cay/books/cj9/code/v2ch04 +derby.system.home=/data/cay/books/cj9/code/v2ch04 +Chargeur de classe de la base de données démarré - derby.database.classpath='' diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/exec/ExecSQL.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/exec/ExecSQL.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6846a16 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/exec/ExecSQL.java" @@ -0,0 +1,115 @@ +package exec; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.sql.*; + +/** + * Executes all SQL statements in a file. Call this program as
+ * java -classpath driverPath:. ExecSQL commandFile + * + * @version 1.34 2021-06-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class ExecSQL +{ + public static void main(String args[]) throws IOException + { + try (Scanner in = args.length == 0 ? new Scanner(System.in) + : new Scanner(Path.of(args[0]), StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + try (Connection conn = getConnection(); + Statement stat = conn.createStatement()) + { + while (true) + { + if (args.length == 0) System.out.println("Enter command or EXIT to exit:"); + + if (!in.hasNextLine()) return; + + String line = in.nextLine().strip(); + if (line.equalsIgnoreCase("EXIT")) return; + if (line.endsWith(";")) // remove trailing semicolon + line = line.substring(0, line.length() - 1); + try + { + boolean isResult = stat.execute(line); + if (isResult) + { + try (ResultSet rs = stat.getResultSet()) + { + showResultSet(rs); + } + } + else + { + int updateCount = stat.getUpdateCount(); + System.out.println(updateCount + " rows updated"); + } + } + catch (SQLException e) + { + for (Throwable t : e) + t.printStackTrace(); + } + } + } + } + catch (SQLException e) + { + for (Throwable t : e) + t.printStackTrace(); + } + } + + /** + * Gets a connection from the properties specified in the file database.properties + * @return the database connection + */ + public static Connection getConnection() throws SQLException, IOException + { + var props = new Properties(); + try (Reader in = Files.newBufferedReader( + Path.of("database.properties"), StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + props.load(in); + } + String drivers = props.getProperty("jdbc.drivers"); + if (drivers != null) System.setProperty("jdbc.drivers", drivers); + + String url = props.getProperty("jdbc.url"); + String username = props.getProperty("jdbc.username"); + String password = props.getProperty("jdbc.password"); + + return DriverManager.getConnection(url, username, password); + } + + /** + * Prints a result set. + * @param result the result set to be printed + */ + public static void showResultSet(ResultSet result) throws SQLException + { + ResultSetMetaData metaData = result.getMetaData(); + int columnCount = metaData.getColumnCount(); + + for (int i = 1; i <= columnCount; i++) + { + if (i > 1) System.out.print(", "); + System.out.print(metaData.getColumnLabel(i)); + } + System.out.println(); + + while (result.next()) + { + for (int i = 1; i <= columnCount; i++) + { + if (i > 1) System.out.print(", "); + System.out.print(result.getString(i)); + } + System.out.println(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/query/QueryTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/query/QueryTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..06a8a0b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/query/QueryTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,188 @@ +package query; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.sql.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates several complex database queries. + * @version 1.32 2021-06-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class QueryTest +{ + private static final String allQuery = "SELECT Books.Price, Books.Title FROM Books"; + + private static final String authorPublisherQuery = """ +SELECT Books.Price, Books.Title +FROM Books, BooksAuthors, Authors, Publishers +WHERE Authors.Author_Id = BooksAuthors.Author_Id + AND BooksAuthors.ISBN = Books.ISBN + AND Books.Publisher_Id = Publishers.Publisher_Id + AND Authors.Name = ? + AND Publishers.Name = ? +"""; + + private static final String authorQuery = """ +SELECT Books.Price, Books.Title FROM Books, BooksAuthors, Authors +WHERE Authors.Author_Id = BooksAuthors.Author_Id" + AND BooksAuthors.ISBN = Books.ISBN" + AND Authors.Name = ? +"""; + + private static final String publisherQuery = """ +SELECT Books.Price, Books.Title FROM Books, Publishers +WHERE Books.Publisher_Id = Publishers.Publisher_Id + AND Publishers.Name = ? +"""; + + private static final String priceUpdate = """ +UPDATE Books SET Price = Price + ? " +WHERE Books.Publisher_Id = + (SELECT Publisher_Id FROM Publishers WHERE Name = ?) +"""; + + private static Scanner in; + private static ArrayList authors = new ArrayList<>(); + private static ArrayList publishers = new ArrayList<>(); + + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + try (Connection conn = getConnection()) + { + in = new Scanner(System.in); + authors.add("Any"); + publishers.add("Any"); + try (Statement stat = conn.createStatement()) + { + // Fill the authors array list + String query = "SELECT Name FROM Authors"; + try (ResultSet rs = stat.executeQuery(query)) + { + while (rs.next()) + authors.add(rs.getString(1)); + } + + // Fill the publishers array list + query = "SELECT Name FROM Publishers"; + try (ResultSet rs = stat.executeQuery(query)) + { + while (rs.next()) + publishers.add(rs.getString(1)); + } + } + boolean done = false; + while (!done) + { + System.out.print("Q)uery C)hange prices E)xit: "); + String input = in.next().toUpperCase(); + if (input.equals("Q")) + executeQuery(conn); + else if (input.equals("C")) + changePrices(conn); + else + done = true; + } + } + catch (SQLException e) + { + for (Throwable t : e) + System.out.println(t.getMessage()); + } + } + + /** + * Executes the selected query. + * @param conn the database connection + */ + private static void executeQuery(Connection conn) throws SQLException + { + String author = select("Authors:", authors); + String publisher = select("Publishers:", publishers); + PreparedStatement stat; + if (!author.equals("Any") && !publisher.equals("Any")) + { + stat = conn.prepareStatement(authorPublisherQuery); + stat.setString(1, author); + stat.setString(2, publisher); + } + else if (!author.equals("Any") && publisher.equals("Any")) + { + stat = conn.prepareStatement(authorQuery); + stat.setString(1, author); + } + else if (author.equals("Any") && !publisher.equals("Any")) + { + stat = conn.prepareStatement(publisherQuery); + stat.setString(1, publisher); + } + else + stat = conn.prepareStatement(allQuery); + + try (ResultSet rs = stat.executeQuery()) + { + while (rs.next()) + System.out.println(rs.getString(1) + ", " + rs.getString(2)); + } + } + + /** + * Executes an update statement to change prices. + * @param conn the database connection + */ + public static void changePrices(Connection conn) throws SQLException + { + String publisher = select("Publishers:", publishers.subList(1, publishers.size())); + System.out.print("Change prices by: "); + double priceChange = in.nextDouble(); + PreparedStatement stat = conn.prepareStatement(priceUpdate); + stat.setDouble(1, priceChange); + stat.setString(2, publisher); + int r = stat.executeUpdate(); + System.out.println(r + " records updated."); + } + + /** + * Asks the user to select a string. + * @param prompt the prompt to display + * @param options the options from which the user can choose + * @return the option that the user chose + */ + public static String select(String prompt, List options) + { + while (true) + { + System.out.println(prompt); + for (int i = 0; i < options.size(); i++) + System.out.printf("%2d) %s%n", i + 1, options.get(i)); + int sel = in.nextInt(); + if (sel > 0 && sel <= options.size()) + return options.get(sel - 1); + } + } + + /** + * Gets a connection from the properties specified in the file database.properties. + * @return the database connection + */ + public static Connection getConnection() throws SQLException, IOException + { + var props = new Properties(); + try (Reader in = Files.newBufferedReader( + Path.of("database.properties"), StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + props.load(in); + } + + String drivers = props.getProperty("jdbc.drivers"); + if (drivers != null) System.setProperty("jdbc.drivers", drivers); + + String url = props.getProperty("jdbc.url"); + String username = props.getProperty("jdbc.username"); + String password = props.getProperty("jdbc.password"); + + return DriverManager.getConnection(url, username, password); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/test/TestDB.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/test/TestDB.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..128830f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/test/TestDB.java" @@ -0,0 +1,70 @@ +package test; + +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.sql.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program tests that the database and the JDBC driver are correctly configured. + * @version 1.04 2021-06-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class TestDB +{ + public static void main(String args[]) throws IOException + { + try + { + runTest(); + } + catch (SQLException e) + { + for (Throwable t : e) + t.printStackTrace(); + } + } + + /** + * Runs a test by creating a table, adding a value, showing the table contents, and + * removing the table. + */ + public static void runTest() throws SQLException, IOException + { + try (Connection conn = getConnection(); + Statement stat = conn.createStatement()) + { + stat.executeUpdate("CREATE TABLE Greetings (Message CHAR(20))"); + stat.executeUpdate("INSERT INTO Greetings VALUES ('Hello, World!')"); + + try (ResultSet result = stat.executeQuery("SELECT * FROM Greetings")) + { + if (result.next()) + System.out.println(result.getString(1)); + } + stat.executeUpdate("DROP TABLE Greetings"); + } + } + + /** + * Gets a connection from the properties specified in the file database.properties. + * @return the database connection + */ + public static Connection getConnection() throws SQLException, IOException + { + var props = new Properties(); + try (Reader in = Files.newBufferedReader( + Path.of("database.properties"), StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + props.load(in); + } + String drivers = props.getProperty("jdbc.drivers"); + if (drivers != null) System.setProperty("jdbc.drivers", drivers); + String url = props.getProperty("jdbc.url"); + String username = props.getProperty("jdbc.username"); + String password = props.getProperty("jdbc.password"); + + return DriverManager.getConnection(url, username, password); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/view/ViewDB.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/view/ViewDB.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3169cad --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch05/view/ViewDB.java" @@ -0,0 +1,326 @@ +package view; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.sql.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.sql.*; +import javax.sql.rowset.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program uses metadata to display arbitrary tables in a database. + * @version 1.35 2021-06-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ViewDB +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new ViewDBFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ViewDB"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * The frame that holds the data panel and the navigation buttons. + */ +class ViewDBFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JButton previousButton; + private JButton nextButton; + private JButton deleteButton; + private JButton saveButton; + private DataPanel dataPanel; + private Component scrollPane; + private JComboBox tableNames; + private Properties props; + private CachedRowSet crs; + private Connection conn; + + public ViewDBFrame() + { + tableNames = new JComboBox(); + + try + { + readDatabaseProperties(); + conn = getConnection(); + DatabaseMetaData meta = conn.getMetaData(); + try (ResultSet mrs = meta.getTables(null, null, null, new String[] { "TABLE" })) + { + while (mrs.next()) + tableNames.addItem(mrs.getString(3)); + } + } + catch (SQLException e) + { + for (Throwable t : e) + t.printStackTrace(); + } + catch (IOException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + + tableNames.addActionListener( + event -> showTable((String) tableNames.getSelectedItem(), conn)); + add(tableNames, BorderLayout.NORTH); + addWindowListener(new WindowAdapter() + { + public void windowClosing(WindowEvent event) + { + try + { + if (conn != null) conn.close(); + } + catch (SQLException e) + { + for (Throwable t : e) + t.printStackTrace(); + } + } + }); + + var buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + add(buttonPanel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + + previousButton = new JButton("Previous"); + previousButton.addActionListener(event -> showPreviousRow()); + buttonPanel.add(previousButton); + + nextButton = new JButton("Next"); + nextButton.addActionListener(event -> showNextRow()); + buttonPanel.add(nextButton); + + deleteButton = new JButton("Delete"); + deleteButton.addActionListener(event -> deleteRow()); + buttonPanel.add(deleteButton); + + saveButton = new JButton("Save"); + saveButton.addActionListener(event -> saveChanges()); + buttonPanel.add(saveButton); + if (tableNames.getItemCount() > 0) + showTable(tableNames.getItemAt(0), conn); + } + + /** + * Prepares the text fields for showing a new table, and shows the first row. + * @param tableName the name of the table to display + * @param conn the database connection + */ + public void showTable(String tableName, Connection conn) + { + try (Statement stat = conn.createStatement(); + ResultSet result = stat.executeQuery("SELECT * FROM " + tableName)) + { + // get result set + + // copy into cached row set + RowSetFactory factory = RowSetProvider.newFactory(); + crs = factory.createCachedRowSet(); + crs.setTableName(tableName); + crs.populate(result); + + if (scrollPane != null) remove(scrollPane); + dataPanel = new DataPanel(crs); + scrollPane = new JScrollPane(dataPanel); + add(scrollPane, BorderLayout.CENTER); + pack(); + showNextRow(); + } + catch (SQLException e) + { + for (Throwable t : e) + t.printStackTrace(); + } + } + + /** + * Moves to the previous table row. + */ + public void showPreviousRow() + { + try + { + if (crs == null || crs.isFirst()) return; + crs.previous(); + dataPanel.showRow(crs); + } + catch (SQLException e) + { + for (Throwable t : e) + t.printStackTrace(); + } + } + + /** + * Moves to the next table row. + */ + public void showNextRow() + { + try + { + if (crs == null || crs.isLast()) return; + crs.next(); + dataPanel.showRow(crs); + } + catch (SQLException e) + { + for (Throwable t : e) + t.printStackTrace(); + } + } + + /** + * Deletes current table row. + */ + public void deleteRow() + { + if (crs == null) return; + new SwingWorker() + { + public Void doInBackground() throws SQLException + { + crs.deleteRow(); + crs.acceptChanges(conn); + if (crs.isAfterLast()) + if (!crs.last()) crs = null; + return null; + } + public void done() + { + dataPanel.showRow(crs); + } + }.execute(); + } + /** + * Saves all changes. + */ + public void saveChanges() + { + if (crs == null) return; + new SwingWorker() + { + public Void doInBackground() throws SQLException + { + dataPanel.setRow(crs); + crs.acceptChanges(conn); + return null; + } + }.execute(); + } + + private void readDatabaseProperties() throws IOException + { + props = new Properties(); + try (Reader in = Files.newBufferedReader( + Path.of("database.properties"), StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + props.load(in); + } + String drivers = props.getProperty("jdbc.drivers"); + if (drivers != null) System.setProperty("jdbc.drivers", drivers); + } + + /** + * Gets a connection from the properties specified in the file database.properties. + * @return the database connection + */ + private Connection getConnection() throws SQLException + { + String url = props.getProperty("jdbc.url"); + String username = props.getProperty("jdbc.username"); + String password = props.getProperty("jdbc.password"); + + return DriverManager.getConnection(url, username, password); + } +} + +/** + * This panel displays the contents of a result set. + */ +class DataPanel extends JPanel +{ + private java.util.List fields; + + /** + * Constructs the data panel. + * @param rs the result set whose contents this panel displays + */ + public DataPanel(RowSet rs) throws SQLException + { + fields = new ArrayList<>(); + setLayout(new GridBagLayout()); + var gbc = new GridBagConstraints(); + gbc.gridwidth = 1; + gbc.gridheight = 1; + + ResultSetMetaData rsmd = rs.getMetaData(); + for (int i = 1; i <= rsmd.getColumnCount(); i++) + { + gbc.gridy = i - 1; + + String columnName = rsmd.getColumnLabel(i); + gbc.gridx = 0; + gbc.anchor = GridBagConstraints.EAST; + add(new JLabel(columnName), gbc); + + int columnWidth = rsmd.getColumnDisplaySize(i); + var tb = new JTextField(columnWidth); + if (!rsmd.getColumnClassName(i).equals("java.lang.String")) + tb.setEditable(false); + + fields.add(tb); + + gbc.gridx = 1; + gbc.anchor = GridBagConstraints.WEST; + add(tb, gbc); + } + } + + /** + * Shows a database row by populating all text fields with the column values. + */ + public void showRow(ResultSet rs) + { + try + { + for (int i = 1; i <= fields.size(); i++) + { + String field = rs == null ? "" : rs.getString(i); + JTextField tb = fields.get(i - 1); + tb.setText(field); + } + } + catch (SQLException e) + { + for (Throwable t : e) + t.printStackTrace(); + } + } + + /** + * Updates changed data into the current row of the row set. + */ + public void setRow(RowSet rs) throws SQLException + { + for (int i = 1; i <= fields.size(); i++) + { + String field = rs.getString(i); + JTextField tb = fields.get(i - 1); + if (!field.equals(tb.getText())) + rs.updateString(i, tb.getText()); + } + rs.updateRow(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch06/formatting/Formatting.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch06/formatting/Formatting.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a2b2bbb --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch06/formatting/Formatting.java" @@ -0,0 +1,44 @@ +package formatting; + +/** + * @version 1.0 2016-05-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ + +import java.time.*; +import java.time.format.*; +import java.util.*; + +public class Formatting +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + ZonedDateTime apollo11launch = ZonedDateTime.of(1969, 7, 16, 9, 32, 0, 0, + ZoneId.of("America/New_York")); + + String formatted = DateTimeFormatter.ISO_OFFSET_DATE_TIME.format(apollo11launch); + // 1969-07-16T09:32:00-04:00 + System.out.println(formatted); + + DateTimeFormatter formatter = DateTimeFormatter.ofLocalizedDateTime(FormatStyle.LONG); + formatted = formatter.format(apollo11launch); + // July 16, 1969 9:32:00 AM EDT + System.out.println(formatted); + formatted = formatter.withLocale(Locale.FRENCH).format(apollo11launch); + // 16 juillet 1969 09:32:00 EDT + System.out.println(formatted); + + formatter = DateTimeFormatter.ofPattern("E yyyy-MM-dd HH:mm"); + formatted = formatter.format(apollo11launch); + System.out.println(formatted); + + LocalDate churchsBirthday = LocalDate.parse("1903-06-14"); + System.out.println("churchsBirthday: " + churchsBirthday); + apollo11launch = ZonedDateTime.parse("1969-07-16 03:32:00-0400", + DateTimeFormatter.ofPattern("yyyy-MM-dd HH:mm:ssxx")); + System.out.println("apollo11launch: " + apollo11launch); + + for (DayOfWeek w : DayOfWeek.values()) + System.out.print(w.getDisplayName(TextStyle.SHORT, Locale.ENGLISH) + " "); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch06/localdates/LocalDates.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch06/localdates/LocalDates.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..08ce0c5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch06/localdates/LocalDates.java" @@ -0,0 +1,48 @@ +package localdates; + +/** + * @version 1.01 2021-09-06 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +import java.time.*; +import java.time.temporal.*; +import java.util.stream.*; + +public class LocalDates +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + LocalDate today = LocalDate.now(); // Today’s date + System.out.println("today: " + today); + + LocalDate alonzosBirthday = LocalDate.of(1903, 6, 14); + alonzosBirthday = LocalDate.of(1903, Month.JUNE, 14); + // Uses the Month enumeration + System.out.println("alonzosBirthday: " + alonzosBirthday); + + LocalDate programmersDay = LocalDate.of(2018, 1, 1).plusDays(255); + // September 13, but in a leap year it would be September 12 + System.out.println("programmersDay: " + programmersDay); + + LocalDate independenceDay = LocalDate.of(2018, Month.JULY, 4); + LocalDate christmas = LocalDate.of(2018, Month.DECEMBER, 25); + + System.out.println("Until christmas: " + independenceDay.until(christmas)); + System.out.println("Until christmas: " + + independenceDay.until(christmas, ChronoUnit.DAYS)); + + System.out.println(LocalDate.of(2016, 1, 31).plusMonths(1)); + System.out.println(LocalDate.of(2016, 3, 31).minusMonths(1)); + + DayOfWeek startOfLastMillennium = LocalDate.of(1900, 1, 1).getDayOfWeek(); + System.out.println("startOfLastMillennium: " + startOfLastMillennium); + System.out.println(startOfLastMillennium.getValue()); + System.out.println(DayOfWeek.SATURDAY.plus(3)); + + LocalDate start = LocalDate.of(2000, 1, 1); + LocalDate endExclusive = LocalDate.now(); + Stream firstDaysInMonth = start.datesUntil(endExclusive, Period.ofMonths(1)); + System.out.println("firstDaysInMonth: " + + firstDaysInMonth.toList()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch06/timeline/Timeline.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch06/timeline/Timeline.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..257701d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch06/timeline/Timeline.java" @@ -0,0 +1,53 @@ +package timeline; + +/** + * @version 1.01 2021-09-06 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ + +import java.time.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.stream.*; + +public class Timeline +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + Instant start = Instant.now(); + runAlgorithm(); + Instant end = Instant.now(); + Duration timeElapsed = Duration.between(start, end); + long millis = timeElapsed.toMillis(); + System.out.printf("%d milliseconds\n", millis); + + Instant start2 = Instant.now(); + runAlgorithm2(); + Instant end2 = Instant.now(); + Duration timeElapsed2 = Duration.between(start2, end2); + System.out.printf("%d milliseconds\n", timeElapsed2.toMillis()); + boolean overTenTimesFaster = timeElapsed.multipliedBy(10) + .minus(timeElapsed2).isNegative(); + System.out.printf("The first algorithm is %smore than ten times faster", + overTenTimesFaster ? "" : "not "); + } + + public static void runAlgorithm() + { + int size = 10; + ArrayList list = new Random().ints().map(i -> i % 100).limit(size) + .boxed().collect(Collectors.toCollection(ArrayList::new)); + Collections.sort(list); + System.out.println(list); + } + + public static void runAlgorithm2() + { + int size = 10; + List list = new Random().ints().map(i -> i % 100).limit(size) + .boxed().collect(Collectors.toCollection(ArrayList::new)); + while (!IntStream.range(1, list.size()) + .allMatch(i -> list.get(i - 1).compareTo(list.get(i)) <= 0)) + Collections.shuffle(list); + System.out.println(list); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch06/zonedTimes/ZonedTimes.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch06/zonedTimes/ZonedTimes.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5e192df --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch06/zonedTimes/ZonedTimes.java" @@ -0,0 +1,46 @@ +package zonedtimes; + +/** + * @version 1.0 2016-05-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ + +import java.time.*; + +public class ZonedTimes +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + ZonedDateTime apollo11launch = ZonedDateTime.of(1969, 7, 16, 9, 32, 0, 0, + ZoneId.of("America/New_York")); // 1969-07-16T09:32-04:00[America/New_York] + System.out.println("apollo11launch: " + apollo11launch); + + Instant instant = apollo11launch.toInstant(); + System.out.println("instant: " + instant); + + ZonedDateTime zonedDateTime = instant.atZone(ZoneId.of("UTC")); + System.out.println("zonedDateTime: " + zonedDateTime); + + ZonedDateTime skipped = ZonedDateTime.of(LocalDate.of(2013, 3, 31), + LocalTime.of(2, 30), ZoneId.of("Europe/Berlin")); // Constructs March 31 3:30 + System.out.println("skipped: " + skipped); + + ZonedDateTime ambiguous = ZonedDateTime.of( + LocalDate.of(2013, 10, 27), // End of daylight savings time + LocalTime.of(2, 30), ZoneId.of("Europe/Berlin")); + // 2013-10-27T02:30+02:00[Europe/Berlin] + ZonedDateTime anHourLater = ambiguous.plusHours(1); + // 2013-10-27T02:30+01:00[Europe/Berlin] + System.out.println("ambiguous: " + ambiguous); + System.out.println("anHourLater: " + anHourLater); + + ZonedDateTime meeting = ZonedDateTime.of(LocalDate.of(2013, 10, 31), + LocalTime.of(14, 30), ZoneId.of("America/Los_Angeles")); + System.out.println("meeting: " + meeting); + ZonedDateTime nextMeeting = meeting.plus(Duration.ofDays(7)); + // Caution! Won’t work with daylight savings time + System.out.println("nextMeeting: " + nextMeeting); + nextMeeting = meeting.plus(Period.ofDays(7)); // OK + System.out.println("nextMeeting: " + nextMeeting); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/collation/CollationTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/collation/CollationTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1566968 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/collation/CollationTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,122 @@ +package collation; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.text.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.List; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates collating strings under various locales. + * @version 1.16 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CollationTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new CollationFrame(); + frame.setTitle("CollationTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * This frame contains combo boxes to pick a locale, collation strength and decomposition + * rules, a text field and button to add new strings, and a text area to list the collated + * strings. + */ +class CollationFrame extends JFrame +{ + private Collator collator = Collator.getInstance(Locale.getDefault()); + private List strings = new ArrayList<>(); + private Collator currentCollator; + private Locale[] locales; + private JComboBox localeCombo = new JComboBox<>(); + private JTextField newWord = new JTextField(20); + private JTextArea sortedWords = new JTextArea(20, 20); + private JButton addButton = new JButton("Add"); + private EnumCombo strengthCombo = new EnumCombo<>(Collator.class, "Primary", + "Secondary", "Tertiary", "Identical"); + private EnumCombo decompositionCombo = new EnumCombo<>(Collator.class, + "Canonical Decomposition", "Full Decomposition", "No Decomposition"); + + public CollationFrame() + { + setLayout(new GridBagLayout()); + add(new JLabel("Locale"), new GBC(0, 0).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(new JLabel("Strength"), new GBC(0, 1).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(new JLabel("Decomposition"), new GBC(0, 2).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(addButton, new GBC(0, 3).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(localeCombo, new GBC(1, 0).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + add(strengthCombo, new GBC(1, 1).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + add(decompositionCombo, new GBC(1, 2).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + add(newWord, new GBC(1, 3).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + add(new JScrollPane(sortedWords), new GBC(0, 4, 2, 1).setFill(GBC.BOTH)); + + locales = (Locale[]) Collator.getAvailableLocales().clone(); + Arrays.sort(locales, + (l1, l2) -> collator.compare(l1.getDisplayName(), l2.getDisplayName())); + for (Locale loc : locales) + localeCombo.addItem(loc.getDisplayName()); + localeCombo.setSelectedItem(Locale.getDefault().getDisplayName()); + + strings.add("America"); + strings.add("able"); + strings.add("Zulu"); + strings.add("zebra"); + strings.add("\u00C5ngstr\u00F6m"); + strings.add("A\u030angstro\u0308m"); + strings.add("Angstrom"); + strings.add("Able"); + strings.add("office"); + strings.add("o\uFB03ce"); + strings.add("Java\u2122"); + strings.add("JavaTM"); + updateDisplay(); + + addButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + strings.add(newWord.getText()); + updateDisplay(); + }); + + ActionListener listener = event -> updateDisplay(); + + localeCombo.addActionListener(listener); + strengthCombo.addActionListener(listener); + decompositionCombo.addActionListener(listener); + pack(); + } + + /** + * Updates the display and collates the strings according to the user settings. + */ + public void updateDisplay() + { + Locale currentLocale = locales[localeCombo.getSelectedIndex()]; + localeCombo.setLocale(currentLocale); + + currentCollator = Collator.getInstance(currentLocale); + currentCollator.setStrength(strengthCombo.getValue()); + currentCollator.setDecomposition(decompositionCombo.getValue()); + + strings.sort(currentCollator); + + sortedWords.setText(""); + for (int i = 0; i < strings.size(); i++) + { + String s = strings.get(i); + if (i > 0 && currentCollator.compare(s, strings.get(i - 1)) == 0) + sortedWords.append("= "); + sortedWords.append(s + "\n"); + } + pack(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/collation/CollationTest2.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/collation/CollationTest2.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..446ce4b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/collation/CollationTest2.java" @@ -0,0 +1,49 @@ +package collation; + +import java.text.*; +import java.util.*; +import util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates collating strings under various locales. + * @version 2.0 2021-09-23 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CollationTest2 { + public static void main(String[] args) { + Scanner in = new Scanner(System.in); + var locales = (Locale[]) NumberFormat.getAvailableLocales().clone(); + Arrays.sort(locales, Comparator.comparing(Locale::getDisplayName)); + Locale loc = Choices.choose(in, locales, Locale::getDisplayName); + + Collator coll = Collator.getInstance(loc); + int strength = Choices.choose(in, Collator.class, "Primary", "Secondary", "Tertiary", "Identical"); + int decomposition = Choices.choose(in, Collator.class, "Canonical Decomposition", "Full Decomposition", "No Decomposition"); + + List strings = new ArrayList<>(); + strings.add("America"); + strings.add("able"); + strings.add("Zulu"); + strings.add("zebra"); + strings.add("\u00C5ngstr\u00F6m"); + strings.add("A\u030angstro\u0308m"); + strings.add("Angstrom"); + strings.add("Able"); + strings.add("office"); + strings.add("o\uFB03ce"); + strings.add("Java\u2122"); + strings.add("JavaTM"); + + coll.setStrength(strength); + coll.setDecomposition(decomposition); + + strings.sort(coll); + + for (int i = 0; i < strings.size(); i++) { + String s = strings.get(i); + if (i > 0 && coll.compare(s, strings.get(i - 1)) == 0) + System.out.print("= "); + System.out.println(s); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/collation/EnumCombo.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/collation/EnumCombo.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..81c8931 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/collation/EnumCombo.java" @@ -0,0 +1,51 @@ +package collation; + +import java.util.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + A combo box that lets users choose from among static field + values whose names are given in the constructor. + @version 1.15 2016-05-06 + @author Cay Horstmann +*/ +public class EnumCombo extends JComboBox +{ + private Map table = new TreeMap<>(); + + /** + Constructs an EnumCombo yielding values of type T. + @param cl a class + @param labels an array of strings describing static field names + of cl that have type T + */ + public EnumCombo(Class cl, String... labels) + { + for (String label : labels) + { + String name = label.toUpperCase().replace(' ', '_'); + try + { + java.lang.reflect.Field f = cl.getField(name); + @SuppressWarnings("unchecked") T value = (T) f.get(cl); + table.put(label, value); + } + catch (Exception e) + { + label = "(" + label + ")"; + table.put(label, null); + } + addItem(label); + } + setSelectedItem(labels[0]); + } + + /** + Returns the value of the field that the user selected. + @return the static field value + */ + public T getValue() + { + return table.get(getSelectedItem()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/collation/GBC.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/collation/GBC.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ed4ed2a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/collation/GBC.java" @@ -0,0 +1,131 @@ +package collation; + +/* +GBC - A convenience class to tame the GridBagLayout + +Copyright (C) 2002 Cay S. Horstmann (http://horstmann.com) + +This program is free software; you can redistribute it and/or modify +it under the terms of the GNU General Public License as published by +the Free Software Foundation; either version 2 of the License, or +(at your option) any later version. + +This program is distributed in the hope that it will be useful, +but WITHOUT ANY WARRANTY; without even the implied warranty of +MERCHANTABILITY or FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE. See the +GNU General Public License for more details. + +You should have received a copy of the GNU General Public License +along with this program; if not, write to the Free Software +Foundation, Inc., 59 Temple Place, Suite 330, Boston, MA 02111-1307 USA +*/ + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + This class simplifies the use of the GridBagConstraints + class. +*/ +public class GBC extends GridBagConstraints +{ + /** + Constructs a GBC with a given gridx and gridy position and + all other grid bag constraint values set to the default. + @param gridx the gridx position + @param gridy the gridy position + */ + public GBC(int gridx, int gridy) + { + this.gridx = gridx; + this.gridy = gridy; + } + + /** + Constructs a GBC with given gridx, gridy, gridwidth, gridheight + and all other grid bag constraint values set to the default. + @param gridx the gridx position + @param gridy the gridy position + @param gridwidth the cell span in x-direction + @param gridheight the cell span in y-direction + */ + public GBC(int gridx, int gridy, int gridwidth, int gridheight) + { + this.gridx = gridx; + this.gridy = gridy; + this.gridwidth = gridwidth; + this.gridheight = gridheight; + } + + /** + Sets the anchor. + @param anchor the anchor value + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setAnchor(int anchor) + { + this.anchor = anchor; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the fill direction. + @param fill the fill direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setFill(int fill) + { + this.fill = fill; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the cell weights. + @param weightx the cell weight in x-direction + @param weighty the cell weight in y-direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setWeight(double weightx, double weighty) + { + this.weightx = weightx; + this.weighty = weighty; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the insets of this cell. + @param distance the spacing to use in all directions + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setInsets(int distance) + { + this.insets = new Insets(distance, distance, distance, distance); + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the insets of this cell. + @param top the spacing to use on top + @param left the spacing to use to the left + @param bottom the spacing to use on the bottom + @param right the spacing to use to the right + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setInsets(int top, int left, int bottom, int right) + { + this.insets = new Insets(top, left, bottom, right); + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the internal padding + @param ipadx the internal padding in x-direction + @param ipady the internal padding in y-direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setIpad(int ipadx, int ipady) + { + this.ipadx = ipadx; + this.ipady = ipady; + return this; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/dateFormat/DateTimeFormatTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/dateFormat/DateTimeFormatTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..743236d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/dateFormat/DateTimeFormatTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,151 @@ +package dateFormat; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.time.*; +import java.time.format.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates formatting dates under various locales. + * @version 1.01 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class DateTimeFormatTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new DateTimeFormatterFrame(); + frame.setTitle("DateFormatTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * This frame contains combo boxes to pick a locale, date and time formats, text fields to + * display formatted date and time, and buttons to parse the text field contents. + */ +class DateTimeFormatterFrame extends JFrame +{ + private Locale[] locales; + private LocalDate currentDate; + private LocalTime currentTime; + private ZonedDateTime currentDateTime; + private DateTimeFormatter currentDateFormat; + private DateTimeFormatter currentTimeFormat; + private DateTimeFormatter currentDateTimeFormat; + private JComboBox localeCombo = new JComboBox<>(); + private JButton dateParseButton = new JButton("Parse"); + private JButton timeParseButton = new JButton("Parse"); + private JButton dateTimeParseButton = new JButton("Parse"); + private JTextField dateText = new JTextField(30); + private JTextField timeText = new JTextField(30); + private JTextField dateTimeText = new JTextField(30); + private EnumCombo dateStyleCombo = new EnumCombo<>(FormatStyle.class, + "Short", "Medium", "Long", "Full"); + private EnumCombo timeStyleCombo = new EnumCombo<>(FormatStyle.class, + "Short", "Medium"); + private EnumCombo dateTimeStyleCombo = new EnumCombo<>(FormatStyle.class, + "Short", "Medium", "Long", "Full"); + + public DateTimeFormatterFrame() + { + setLayout(new GridBagLayout()); + add(new JLabel("Locale"), new GBC(0, 0).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(localeCombo, new GBC(1, 0, 2, 1).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + + add(new JLabel("Date"), new GBC(0, 1).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(dateStyleCombo, new GBC(1, 1).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + add(dateText, new GBC(2, 1, 2, 1).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + add(dateParseButton, new GBC(4, 1).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + + add(new JLabel("Time"), new GBC(0, 2).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(timeStyleCombo, new GBC(1, 2).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + add(timeText, new GBC(2, 2, 2, 1).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + add(timeParseButton, new GBC(4, 2).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + + add(new JLabel("Date and time"), new GBC(0, 3).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(dateTimeStyleCombo, new GBC(1, 3).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + add(dateTimeText, new GBC(2, 3, 2, 1).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + add(dateTimeParseButton, new GBC(4, 3).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + + locales = (Locale[]) Locale.getAvailableLocales().clone(); + Arrays.sort(locales, Comparator.comparing(Locale::getDisplayName)); + for (Locale loc : locales) + localeCombo.addItem(loc.getDisplayName()); + localeCombo.setSelectedItem(Locale.getDefault().getDisplayName()); + currentDate = LocalDate.now(); + currentTime = LocalTime.now(); + currentDateTime = ZonedDateTime.now(); + updateDisplay(); + + ActionListener listener = event -> updateDisplay(); + localeCombo.addActionListener(listener); + dateStyleCombo.addActionListener(listener); + timeStyleCombo.addActionListener(listener); + dateTimeStyleCombo.addActionListener(listener); + + addAction(dateParseButton, () -> + { + currentDate = LocalDate.parse(dateText.getText().strip(), currentDateFormat); + }); + addAction(timeParseButton, () -> + { + currentTime = LocalTime.parse(timeText.getText().strip(), currentTimeFormat); + }); + addAction(dateTimeParseButton, () -> + { + currentDateTime = ZonedDateTime.parse( + dateTimeText.getText().strip(), currentDateTimeFormat); + }); + + pack(); + } + + /** + * Adds the given action to the button and updates the display upon completion. + * @param button the button to which to add the action + * @param action the action to carry out when the button is clicked + */ + public void addAction(JButton button, Runnable action) + { + button.addActionListener(event -> + { + try + { + action.run(); + updateDisplay(); + } + catch (Exception e) + { + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(null, e.getMessage()); + } + }); + } + + /** + * Updates the display and formats the date according to the user settings. + */ + public void updateDisplay() + { + Locale currentLocale = locales[localeCombo.getSelectedIndex()]; + FormatStyle dateStyle = dateStyleCombo.getValue(); + currentDateFormat = DateTimeFormatter.ofLocalizedDate( + dateStyle).withLocale(currentLocale); + dateText.setText(currentDateFormat.format(currentDate)); + FormatStyle timeStyle = timeStyleCombo.getValue(); + currentTimeFormat = DateTimeFormatter.ofLocalizedTime( + timeStyle).withLocale(currentLocale); + timeText.setText(currentTimeFormat.format(currentTime)); + FormatStyle dateTimeStyle = dateTimeStyleCombo.getValue(); + currentDateTimeFormat = DateTimeFormatter.ofLocalizedDateTime( + dateTimeStyle).withLocale(currentLocale); + dateTimeText.setText(currentDateTimeFormat.format(currentDateTime)); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/dateFormat/DateTimeFormatTest2.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/dateFormat/DateTimeFormatTest2.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cf031b1 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/dateFormat/DateTimeFormatTest2.java" @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +package dateFormat; + +import java.text.*; +import java.time.*; +import java.time.format.*; +import java.util.*; +import util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates formatting dates under various locales. + * @version 2.0 2021-09-23 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class DateTimeFormatTest2 +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + Scanner in = new Scanner(System.in); + var locales = (Locale[]) NumberFormat.getAvailableLocales().clone(); + Arrays.sort(locales, Comparator.comparing(Locale::getDisplayName)); + Locale loc = Choices.choose(in, locales, Locale::getDisplayName); + FormatStyle style = Choices.choose(in, FormatStyle.class, + "Short", "Medium", "Long", "Full"); + String type = Choices.choose(in, "Date", "Time", "Date and Time"); + + if (type.equals("Date")) + { + DateTimeFormatter formatter = DateTimeFormatter.ofLocalizedDate( + style).withLocale(loc); + System.out.println(formatter.format(LocalDate.now())); + System.out.print("Enter another date: "); + String input = in.nextLine(); + LocalDate date = LocalDate.parse(input, formatter); + System.out.println(formatter.format(date)); + } + else if (type.equals("Time")) + { + DateTimeFormatter formatter = DateTimeFormatter.ofLocalizedTime( + style).withLocale(loc); + System.out.println(formatter.format(LocalTime.now())); + System.out.print("Enter another time: "); + String input = in.nextLine(); + LocalTime time = LocalTime.parse(input, formatter); + System.out.println(formatter.format(time)); + } + else + { + DateTimeFormatter formatter = DateTimeFormatter.ofLocalizedDateTime( + style).withLocale(loc); + System.out.println(formatter.format(ZonedDateTime.now())); + System.out.print("Enter another date and time: "); + String input = in.nextLine(); + ZonedDateTime dateTime = ZonedDateTime.parse(input, formatter); + System.out.println(formatter.format(dateTime)); + } + } +} \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/dateFormat/EnumCombo.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/dateFormat/EnumCombo.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bf8c93b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/dateFormat/EnumCombo.java" @@ -0,0 +1,51 @@ +package dateFormat; + +import java.util.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A combo box that lets users choose from among static field + * values whose names are given in the constructor. + * @version 1.15 2016-05-06 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class EnumCombo extends JComboBox +{ + private Map table = new TreeMap<>(); + + /** + * Constructs an EnumCombo yielding values of type T. + * @param cl a class + * @param labels an array of strings describing static field names + * of cl that have type T + */ + public EnumCombo(Class cl, String... labels) + { + for (String label : labels) + { + String name = label.toUpperCase().replace(' ', '_'); + try + { + java.lang.reflect.Field f = cl.getField(name); + @SuppressWarnings("unchecked") T value = (T) f.get(cl); + table.put(label, value); + } + catch (Exception e) + { + label = "(" + label + ")"; + table.put(label, null); + } + addItem(label); + } + setSelectedItem(labels[0]); + } + + /** + * Returns the value of the field that the user selected. + * @return the static field value + */ + public T getValue() + { + return table.get(getSelectedItem()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/dateFormat/GBC.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/dateFormat/GBC.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..76c0ab2 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/dateFormat/GBC.java" @@ -0,0 +1,131 @@ +package dateFormat; + +/* +GBC - A convenience class to tame the GridBagLayout + +Copyright (C) 2002 Cay S. Horstmann (http://horstmann.com) + +This program is free software; you can redistribute it and/or modify +it under the terms of the GNU General Public License as published by +the Free Software Foundation; either version 2 of the License, or +(at your option) any later version. + +This program is distributed in the hope that it will be useful, +but WITHOUT ANY WARRANTY; without even the implied warranty of +MERCHANTABILITY or FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE. See the +GNU General Public License for more details. + +You should have received a copy of the GNU General Public License +along with this program; if not, write to the Free Software +Foundation, Inc., 59 Temple Place, Suite 330, Boston, MA 02111-1307 USA +*/ + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + This class simplifies the use of the GridBagConstraints + class. +*/ +public class GBC extends GridBagConstraints +{ + /** + Constructs a GBC with a given gridx and gridy position and + all other grid bag constraint values set to the default. + @param gridx the gridx position + @param gridy the gridy position + */ + public GBC(int gridx, int gridy) + { + this.gridx = gridx; + this.gridy = gridy; + } + + /** + Constructs a GBC with given gridx, gridy, gridwidth, gridheight + and all other grid bag constraint values set to the default. + @param gridx the gridx position + @param gridy the gridy position + @param gridwidth the cell span in x-direction + @param gridheight the cell span in y-direction + */ + public GBC(int gridx, int gridy, int gridwidth, int gridheight) + { + this.gridx = gridx; + this.gridy = gridy; + this.gridwidth = gridwidth; + this.gridheight = gridheight; + } + + /** + Sets the anchor. + @param anchor the anchor value + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setAnchor(int anchor) + { + this.anchor = anchor; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the fill direction. + @param fill the fill direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setFill(int fill) + { + this.fill = fill; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the cell weights. + @param weightx the cell weight in x-direction + @param weighty the cell weight in y-direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setWeight(double weightx, double weighty) + { + this.weightx = weightx; + this.weighty = weighty; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the insets of this cell. + @param distance the spacing to use in all directions + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setInsets(int distance) + { + this.insets = new Insets(distance, distance, distance, distance); + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the insets of this cell. + @param top the spacing to use on top + @param left the spacing to use to the left + @param bottom the spacing to use on the bottom + @param right the spacing to use to the right + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setInsets(int top, int left, int bottom, int right) + { + this.insets = new Insets(top, left, bottom, right); + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the internal padding + @param ipadx the internal padding in x-direction + @param ipady the internal padding in y-direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setIpad(int ipadx, int ipady) + { + this.ipadx = ipadx; + this.ipady = ipady; + return this; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/numberFormat/GBC.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/numberFormat/GBC.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..98abaa7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/numberFormat/GBC.java" @@ -0,0 +1,131 @@ +package numberFormat; + +/* +GBC - A convenience class to tame the GridBagLayout + +Copyright (C) 2002 Cay S. Horstmann (http://horstmann.com) + +This program is free software; you can redistribute it and/or modify +it under the terms of the GNU General Public License as published by +the Free Software Foundation; either version 2 of the License, or +(at your option) any later version. + +This program is distributed in the hope that it will be useful, +but WITHOUT ANY WARRANTY; without even the implied warranty of +MERCHANTABILITY or FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE. See the +GNU General Public License for more details. + +You should have received a copy of the GNU General Public License +along with this program; if not, write to the Free Software +Foundation, Inc., 59 Temple Place, Suite 330, Boston, MA 02111-1307 USA +*/ + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + This class simplifies the use of the GridBagConstraints + class. +*/ +public class GBC extends GridBagConstraints +{ + /** + Constructs a GBC with a given gridx and gridy position and + all other grid bag constraint values set to the default. + @param gridx the gridx position + @param gridy the gridy position + */ + public GBC(int gridx, int gridy) + { + this.gridx = gridx; + this.gridy = gridy; + } + + /** + Constructs a GBC with given gridx, gridy, gridwidth, gridheight + and all other grid bag constraint values set to the default. + @param gridx the gridx position + @param gridy the gridy position + @param gridwidth the cell span in x-direction + @param gridheight the cell span in y-direction + */ + public GBC(int gridx, int gridy, int gridwidth, int gridheight) + { + this.gridx = gridx; + this.gridy = gridy; + this.gridwidth = gridwidth; + this.gridheight = gridheight; + } + + /** + Sets the anchor. + @param anchor the anchor value + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setAnchor(int anchor) + { + this.anchor = anchor; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the fill direction. + @param fill the fill direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setFill(int fill) + { + this.fill = fill; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the cell weights. + @param weightx the cell weight in x-direction + @param weighty the cell weight in y-direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setWeight(double weightx, double weighty) + { + this.weightx = weightx; + this.weighty = weighty; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the insets of this cell. + @param distance the spacing to use in all directions + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setInsets(int distance) + { + this.insets = new Insets(distance, distance, distance, distance); + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the insets of this cell. + @param top the spacing to use on top + @param left the spacing to use to the left + @param bottom the spacing to use on the bottom + @param right the spacing to use to the right + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setInsets(int top, int left, int bottom, int right) + { + this.insets = new Insets(top, left, bottom, right); + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the internal padding + @param ipadx the internal padding in x-direction + @param ipady the internal padding in y-direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setIpad(int ipadx, int ipady) + { + this.ipadx = ipadx; + this.ipady = ipady; + return this; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/numberFormat/NumberFormatTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/numberFormat/NumberFormatTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..35466e9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/numberFormat/NumberFormatTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,131 @@ +package numberFormat; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.text.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates formatting numbers under various locales. + * @version 2.0 2021-09-24 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class NumberFormatTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new NumberFormatFrame(); + frame.setTitle("NumberFormatTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * This frame contains radio buttons to select a number format, a combo box to pick a locale, + * a text field to display a formatted number, and a button to parse the text field contents. + */ +class NumberFormatFrame extends JFrame +{ + private Locale[] locales; + private double currentNumber; + private JComboBox localeCombo = new JComboBox<>(); + private JButton parseButton = new JButton("Parse"); + private JTextField numberText = new JTextField(30); + private JRadioButton numberRadioButton = new JRadioButton("Number"); + private JRadioButton compactShortRadioButton = new JRadioButton("Compact Short"); + private JRadioButton compactLongRadioButton = new JRadioButton("Compact Long"); + private JRadioButton currencyRadioButton = new JRadioButton("Currency"); + private JRadioButton percentRadioButton = new JRadioButton("Percent"); + private ButtonGroup rbGroup = new ButtonGroup(); + private NumberFormat currentNumberFormat; + + public NumberFormatFrame() + { + setLayout(new GridBagLayout()); + + ActionListener listener = event -> updateDisplay(); + + var p = new JPanel(); + addRadioButton(p, numberRadioButton, rbGroup, listener); + addRadioButton(p, compactShortRadioButton, rbGroup, listener); + addRadioButton(p, compactLongRadioButton, rbGroup, listener); + addRadioButton(p, currencyRadioButton, rbGroup, listener); + addRadioButton(p, percentRadioButton, rbGroup, listener); + + add(new JLabel("Locale:"), new GBC(0, 0).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(p, new GBC(1, 1)); + add(parseButton, new GBC(0, 2).setInsets(2)); + add(localeCombo, new GBC(1, 0).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + add(numberText, new GBC(1, 2).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + locales = (Locale[]) NumberFormat.getAvailableLocales().clone(); + Arrays.sort(locales, Comparator.comparing(Locale::getDisplayName)); + for (Locale loc : locales) + localeCombo.addItem(loc.getDisplayName()); + localeCombo.setSelectedItem(Locale.getDefault().getDisplayName()); + currentNumber = 123456.78; + updateDisplay(); + + localeCombo.addActionListener(listener); + + parseButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + String s = numberText.getText().strip(); + try + { + Number n = currentNumberFormat.parse(s); + currentNumber = n.doubleValue(); + updateDisplay(); + } + catch (ParseException e) + { + numberText.setText(e.getMessage()); + } + }); + pack(); + } + + /** + * Adds a radio button to a container. + * @param p the container into which to place the button + * @param b the button + * @param g the button group + * @param listener the button listener + */ + public void addRadioButton(Container p, JRadioButton b, ButtonGroup g, + ActionListener listener) + { + b.setSelected(g.getButtonCount() == 0); + b.addActionListener(listener); + g.add(b); + p.add(b); + } + + /** + * Updates the display and formats the number according to the user settings. + */ + public void updateDisplay() + { + Locale currentLocale = locales[localeCombo.getSelectedIndex()]; + currentNumberFormat = null; + if (numberRadioButton.isSelected()) + currentNumberFormat = NumberFormat.getNumberInstance(currentLocale); + else if (compactShortRadioButton.isSelected()) + currentNumberFormat = NumberFormat.getCompactNumberInstance(currentLocale, + NumberFormat.Style.SHORT); + else if (compactLongRadioButton.isSelected()) + currentNumberFormat = NumberFormat.getCompactNumberInstance(currentLocale, + NumberFormat.Style.LONG); + else if (currencyRadioButton.isSelected()) + currentNumberFormat = NumberFormat.getCurrencyInstance(currentLocale); + else if (percentRadioButton.isSelected()) + currentNumberFormat = NumberFormat.getPercentInstance(currentLocale); + String formatted = currentNumberFormat.format(currentNumber); + numberText.setText(formatted); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/numberFormat/NumberFormatTest2.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/numberFormat/NumberFormatTest2.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8dc55c3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/numberFormat/NumberFormatTest2.java" @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +package numberFormat; + +import java.text.*; +import java.util.*; +import util.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates formatting numbers under various locales. + * @version 2.0 2021-09-22 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class NumberFormatTest2 +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + Scanner in = new Scanner(System.in); + var locales = (Locale[]) NumberFormat.getAvailableLocales().clone(); + Arrays.sort(locales, Comparator.comparing(Locale::getDisplayName)); + Locale loc = Choices.choose(in, locales, Locale::getDisplayName); + + var formatters = new LinkedHashMap(); + formatters.put(NumberFormat.getNumberInstance(loc), "Number"); + formatters.put(NumberFormat.getCompactNumberInstance(loc, NumberFormat.Style.SHORT), "Compact Short"); + formatters.put(NumberFormat.getCompactNumberInstance(loc, NumberFormat.Style.LONG), "Compact Long"); + formatters.put(NumberFormat.getPercentInstance(loc), "Percent"); + formatters.put(NumberFormat.getCurrencyInstance(loc), "Currency"); + NumberFormat formatter = Choices.choose(in, formatters); + + String operation = Choices.choose(in, "Format", "Parse"); + if (operation.equals("Format")) + { + System.out.print("Enter a floating-point number to format: "); + double number = in.nextDouble(); + System.out.println(formatter.format(number)); + } + else + { + System.out.print("Enter a floating-point number to parse: "); + String text = in.next(); + try + { + System.out.println(formatter.parse(text)); + } + catch (ParseException e) + { + System.out.println("ParseException " + e.getMessage()); + } + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/GBC.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/GBC.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..af51080 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/GBC.java" @@ -0,0 +1,131 @@ +package retire; + +/* +GBC - A convenience class to tame the GridBagLayout + +Copyright (C) 2002 Cay S. Horstmann (http://horstmann.com) + +This program is free software; you can redistribute it and/or modify +it under the terms of the GNU General Public License as published by +the Free Software Foundation; either version 2 of the License, or +(at your option) any later version. + +This program is distributed in the hope that it will be useful, +but WITHOUT ANY WARRANTY; without even the implied warranty of +MERCHANTABILITY or FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE. See the +GNU General Public License for more details. + +You should have received a copy of the GNU General Public License +along with this program; if not, write to the Free Software +Foundation, Inc., 59 Temple Place, Suite 330, Boston, MA 02111-1307 USA +*/ + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + This class simplifies the use of the GridBagConstraints + class. +*/ +public class GBC extends GridBagConstraints +{ + /** + Constructs a GBC with a given gridx and gridy position and + all other grid bag constraint values set to the default. + @param gridx the gridx position + @param gridy the gridy position + */ + public GBC(int gridx, int gridy) + { + this.gridx = gridx; + this.gridy = gridy; + } + + /** + Constructs a GBC with given gridx, gridy, gridwidth, gridheight + and all other grid bag constraint values set to the default. + @param gridx the gridx position + @param gridy the gridy position + @param gridwidth the cell span in x-direction + @param gridheight the cell span in y-direction + */ + public GBC(int gridx, int gridy, int gridwidth, int gridheight) + { + this.gridx = gridx; + this.gridy = gridy; + this.gridwidth = gridwidth; + this.gridheight = gridheight; + } + + /** + Sets the anchor. + @param anchor the anchor value + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setAnchor(int anchor) + { + this.anchor = anchor; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the fill direction. + @param fill the fill direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setFill(int fill) + { + this.fill = fill; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the cell weights. + @param weightx the cell weight in x-direction + @param weighty the cell weight in y-direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setWeight(double weightx, double weighty) + { + this.weightx = weightx; + this.weighty = weighty; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the insets of this cell. + @param distance the spacing to use in all directions + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setInsets(int distance) + { + this.insets = new Insets(distance, distance, distance, distance); + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the insets of this cell. + @param top the spacing to use on top + @param left the spacing to use to the left + @param bottom the spacing to use on the bottom + @param right the spacing to use to the right + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setInsets(int top, int left, int bottom, int right) + { + this.insets = new Insets(top, left, bottom, right); + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the internal padding + @param ipadx the internal padding in x-direction + @param ipady the internal padding in y-direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setIpad(int ipadx, int ipady) + { + this.ipadx = ipadx; + this.ipady = ipady; + return this; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/LocaleCombo.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/LocaleCombo.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c566334 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/LocaleCombo.java" @@ -0,0 +1,99 @@ +package retire; + +import java.text.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.event.*; + +/** + * This combo box lets a user pick a locale. The locales are displayed in the locale of the + * combo box, and sorted according to the collator of the display locale. + * @version 1.01 2018-05-06 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class LocaleCombo extends JComboBox +{ + private int selected; + private Locale[] locales; + private ListCellRenderer renderer; + + /** + * Constructs a locale combo that displays an immutable collection of locales. + * @param locales the locales to display in this combo box + */ + public LocaleCombo(Locale[] locales) + { + this.locales = (Locale[]) locales.clone(); + sort(); + setSelectedItem(getLocale()); + } + + public void setLocale(Locale newValue) + { + super.setLocale(newValue); + sort(); + } + + private void sort() + { + Locale loc = getLocale(); + Collator collator = Collator.getInstance(loc); + Comparator comp = + (a, b) -> collator.compare(a.getDisplayName(loc), b.getDisplayName(loc)); + Arrays.sort(locales, comp); + setModel(new ComboBoxModel() + { + public Locale getElementAt(int i) + { + return locales[i]; + } + + public int getSize() + { + return locales.length; + } + + public void addListDataListener(ListDataListener l) + { + } + + public void removeListDataListener(ListDataListener l) + { + } + + public Locale getSelectedItem() + { + return selected >= 0 ? locales[selected] : null; + } + + public void setSelectedItem(Object anItem) + { + if (anItem == null) selected = -1; + else selected = Arrays.binarySearch(locales, (Locale) anItem, comp); + } + + }); + setSelectedItem(selected); + } + + public ListCellRenderer getRenderer() + { + if (renderer == null) + { + @SuppressWarnings("unchecked") var originalRenderer + = (ListCellRenderer) super.getRenderer(); + if (originalRenderer == null) return null; + renderer = (list, value, index, isSelected, cellHasFocus) -> + originalRenderer.getListCellRendererComponent(list, + value.getDisplayName(getLocale()), index, isSelected, cellHasFocus); + } + return renderer; + } + + public void setRenderer(ListCellRenderer newValue) + { + renderer = null; + super.setRenderer(newValue); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/Retire.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/Retire.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a7c0bff --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/Retire.java" @@ -0,0 +1,519 @@ +package retire; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import java.text.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program shows a retirement calculator. The UI is displayed in English, German, and + * Chinese. + * @version 1.25 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Retire +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new RetireFrame(); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +class RetireFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JTextField savingsField = new JTextField(10); + private JTextField contribField = new JTextField(10); + private JTextField incomeField = new JTextField(10); + private JTextField currentAgeField = new JTextField(4); + private JTextField retireAgeField = new JTextField(4); + private JTextField deathAgeField = new JTextField(4); + private JTextField inflationPercentField = new JTextField(6); + private JTextField investPercentField = new JTextField(6); + private JTextArea retireText = new JTextArea(10, 25); + private RetireComponent retireCanvas = new RetireComponent(); + private JButton computeButton = new JButton(); + private JLabel languageLabel = new JLabel(); + private JLabel savingsLabel = new JLabel(); + private JLabel contribLabel = new JLabel(); + private JLabel incomeLabel = new JLabel(); + private JLabel currentAgeLabel = new JLabel(); + private JLabel retireAgeLabel = new JLabel(); + private JLabel deathAgeLabel = new JLabel(); + private JLabel inflationPercentLabel = new JLabel(); + private JLabel investPercentLabel = new JLabel(); + private RetireInfo info = new RetireInfo(); + private Locale[] locales = { Locale.US, Locale.CHINA, Locale.GERMANY }; + private Locale currentLocale; + private JComboBox localeCombo = new LocaleCombo(locales); + private ResourceBundle res; + private ResourceBundle resStrings; + private NumberFormat currencyFmt; + private NumberFormat numberFmt; + private NumberFormat percentFmt; + + public RetireFrame() + { + setLayout(new GridBagLayout()); + add(languageLabel, new GBC(0, 0).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(savingsLabel, new GBC(0, 1).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(contribLabel, new GBC(2, 1).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(incomeLabel, new GBC(4, 1).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(currentAgeLabel, new GBC(0, 2).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(retireAgeLabel, new GBC(2, 2).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(deathAgeLabel, new GBC(4, 2).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(inflationPercentLabel, new GBC(0, 3).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(investPercentLabel, new GBC(2, 3).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(localeCombo, new GBC(1, 0, 3, 1)); + add(savingsField, new GBC(1, 1).setWeight(100, 0).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + add(contribField, new GBC(3, 1).setWeight(100, 0).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + add(incomeField, new GBC(5, 1).setWeight(100, 0).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + add(currentAgeField, new GBC(1, 2).setWeight(100, 0).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + add(retireAgeField, new GBC(3, 2).setWeight(100, 0).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + add(deathAgeField, new GBC(5, 2).setWeight(100, 0).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + add(inflationPercentField, new GBC(1, 3).setWeight(100, 0).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + add(investPercentField, new GBC(3, 3).setWeight(100, 0).setFill(GBC.HORIZONTAL)); + add(retireCanvas, new GBC(0, 4, 4, 1).setWeight(100, 100).setFill(GBC.BOTH)); + add(new JScrollPane(retireText), + new GBC(4, 4, 2, 1).setWeight(0, 100).setFill(GBC.BOTH)); + + computeButton.setName("computeButton"); + computeButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + getInfo(); + updateData(); + updateGraph(); + }); + add(computeButton, new GBC(5, 3)); + + retireText.setEditable(false); + retireText.setFont(new Font("Monospaced", Font.PLAIN, 10)); + + info.setSavings(0); + info.setContrib(9000); + info.setIncome(60000); + info.setCurrentAge(35); + info.setRetireAge(65); + info.setDeathAge(85); + info.setInvestPercent(0.1); + info.setInflationPercent(0.05); + + int localeIndex = 0; // US locale is default selection + for (int i = 0; i < locales.length; i++) + // if current locale one of the choices, select it + if (getLocale().equals(locales[i])) localeIndex = i; + setCurrentLocale(locales[localeIndex]); + + localeCombo.addActionListener(event -> + { + setCurrentLocale((Locale) localeCombo.getSelectedItem()); + validate(); + }); + pack(); + } + + /** + * Sets the current locale. + * @param locale the desired locale + */ + public void setCurrentLocale(Locale locale) + { + currentLocale = locale; + localeCombo.setLocale(currentLocale); + localeCombo.setSelectedItem(currentLocale); + + res = ResourceBundle.getBundle("retire.RetireResources", currentLocale); + resStrings = ResourceBundle.getBundle("retire.RetireStrings", currentLocale); + currencyFmt = NumberFormat.getCurrencyInstance(currentLocale); + numberFmt = NumberFormat.getNumberInstance(currentLocale); + percentFmt = NumberFormat.getPercentInstance(currentLocale); + + updateDisplay(); + updateInfo(); + updateData(); + updateGraph(); + } + + /** + * Updates all labels in the display. + */ + public void updateDisplay() + { + languageLabel.setText(resStrings.getString("language")); + savingsLabel.setText(resStrings.getString("savings")); + contribLabel.setText(resStrings.getString("contrib")); + incomeLabel.setText(resStrings.getString("income")); + currentAgeLabel.setText(resStrings.getString("currentAge")); + retireAgeLabel.setText(resStrings.getString("retireAge")); + deathAgeLabel.setText(resStrings.getString("deathAge")); + inflationPercentLabel.setText(resStrings.getString("inflationPercent")); + investPercentLabel.setText(resStrings.getString("investPercent")); + computeButton.setText(resStrings.getString("computeButton")); + } + + /** + * Updates the information in the text fields. + */ + public void updateInfo() + { + savingsField.setText(currencyFmt.format(info.getSavings())); + contribField.setText(currencyFmt.format(info.getContrib())); + incomeField.setText(currencyFmt.format(info.getIncome())); + currentAgeField.setText(numberFmt.format(info.getCurrentAge())); + retireAgeField.setText(numberFmt.format(info.getRetireAge())); + deathAgeField.setText(numberFmt.format(info.getDeathAge())); + investPercentField.setText(percentFmt.format(info.getInvestPercent())); + inflationPercentField.setText(percentFmt.format(info.getInflationPercent())); + } + + /** + * Updates the data displayed in the text area. + */ + public void updateData() + { + retireText.setText(""); + var retireMsg = new MessageFormat(""); + retireMsg.setLocale(currentLocale); + retireMsg.applyPattern(resStrings.getString("retire")); + + for (int i = info.getCurrentAge(); i <= info.getDeathAge(); i++) + { + Object[] args = { i, info.getBalance(i) }; + retireText.append(retireMsg.format(args) + "\n"); + } + } + + /** + * Updates the graph. + */ + public void updateGraph() + { + retireCanvas.setColorPre((Color) res.getObject("colorPre")); + retireCanvas.setColorGain((Color) res.getObject("colorGain")); + retireCanvas.setColorLoss((Color) res.getObject("colorLoss")); + retireCanvas.setInfo(info); + repaint(); + } + + /** + * Reads the user input from the text fields. + */ + public void getInfo() + { + try + { + info.setSavings(currencyFmt.parse(savingsField.getText()).doubleValue()); + info.setContrib(currencyFmt.parse(contribField.getText()).doubleValue()); + info.setIncome(currencyFmt.parse(incomeField.getText()).doubleValue()); + info.setCurrentAge(numberFmt.parse(currentAgeField.getText()).intValue()); + info.setRetireAge(numberFmt.parse(retireAgeField.getText()).intValue()); + info.setDeathAge(numberFmt.parse(deathAgeField.getText()).intValue()); + info.setInvestPercent(percentFmt.parse(investPercentField.getText()).doubleValue()); + info.setInflationPercent( + percentFmt.parse(inflationPercentField.getText()).doubleValue()); + } + catch (ParseException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } +} + +/** + * The information required to compute retirement income data. + */ +class RetireInfo +{ + private double savings; + private double contrib; + private double income; + private int currentAge; + private int retireAge; + private int deathAge; + private double inflationPercent; + private double investPercent; + private int age; + private double balance; + + /** + * Gets the available balance for a given year. + * @param year the year for which to compute the balance + * @return the amount of money available (or required) in that year + */ + public double getBalance(int year) + { + if (year < currentAge) return 0; + else if (year == currentAge) + { + age = year; + balance = savings; + return balance; + } + else if (year == age) return balance; + if (year != age + 1) getBalance(year - 1); + age = year; + if (age < retireAge) balance += contrib; + else balance -= income; + balance = balance * (1 + (investPercent - inflationPercent)); + return balance; + } + + /** + * Gets the amount of prior savings. + * @return the savings amount + */ + public double getSavings() + { + return savings; + } + + /** + * Sets the amount of prior savings. + * @param newValue the savings amount + */ + public void setSavings(double newValue) + { + savings = newValue; + } + + /** + * Gets the annual contribution to the retirement account. + * @return the contribution amount + */ + public double getContrib() + { + return contrib; + } + + /** + * Sets the annual contribution to the retirement account. + * @param newValue the contribution amount + */ + public void setContrib(double newValue) + { + contrib = newValue; + } + + /** + * Gets the annual income. + * @return the income amount + */ + public double getIncome() + { + return income; + } + + /** + * Sets the annual income. + * @param newValue the income amount + */ + public void setIncome(double newValue) + { + income = newValue; + } + + /** + * Gets the current age. + * @return the age + */ + public int getCurrentAge() + { + return currentAge; + } + + /** + * Sets the current age. + * @param newValue the age + */ + public void setCurrentAge(int newValue) + { + currentAge = newValue; + } + + /** + * Gets the desired retirement age. + * @return the age + */ + public int getRetireAge() + { + return retireAge; + } + + /** + * Sets the desired retirement age. + * @param newValue the age + */ + public void setRetireAge(int newValue) + { + retireAge = newValue; + } + + /** + * Gets the expected age of death. + * @return the age + */ + public int getDeathAge() + { + return deathAge; + } + + /** + * Sets the expected age of death. + * @param newValue the age + */ + public void setDeathAge(int newValue) + { + deathAge = newValue; + } + + /** + * Gets the estimated percentage of inflation. + * @return the percentage + */ + public double getInflationPercent() + { + return inflationPercent; + } + + /** + * Sets the estimated percentage of inflation. + * @param newValue the percentage + */ + public void setInflationPercent(double newValue) + { + inflationPercent = newValue; + } + + /** + * Gets the estimated yield of the investment. + * @return the percentage + */ + public double getInvestPercent() + { + return investPercent; + } + + /** + * Sets the estimated yield of the investment. + * @param newValue the percentage + */ + public void setInvestPercent(double newValue) + { + investPercent = newValue; + } +} + +/** + * This component draws a graph of the investment result. + */ +class RetireComponent extends JComponent +{ + private static final int PANEL_WIDTH = 400; + private static final int PANEL_HEIGHT = 200; + private static final Dimension PREFERRED_SIZE = new Dimension(800, 600); + private RetireInfo info = null; + private Color colorPre; + private Color colorGain; + private Color colorLoss; + + public RetireComponent() + { + setSize(PANEL_WIDTH, PANEL_HEIGHT); + } + + /** + * Sets the retirement information to be plotted. + * @param newInfo the new retirement info. + */ + public void setInfo(RetireInfo newInfo) + { + info = newInfo; + repaint(); + } + + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + if (info == null) return; + + double minValue = 0; + double maxValue = 0; + int i; + for (i = info.getCurrentAge(); i <= info.getDeathAge(); i++) + { + double v = info.getBalance(i); + if (minValue > v) minValue = v; + if (maxValue < v) maxValue = v; + } + if (maxValue == minValue) return; + + int barWidth = getWidth() / (info.getDeathAge() - info.getCurrentAge() + 1); + double scale = getHeight() / (maxValue - minValue); + + for (i = info.getCurrentAge(); i <= info.getDeathAge(); i++) + { + int x1 = (i - info.getCurrentAge()) * barWidth + 1; + int y1; + double v = info.getBalance(i); + int height; + int yOrigin = (int) (maxValue * scale); + + if (v >= 0) + { + y1 = (int) ((maxValue - v) * scale); + height = yOrigin - y1; + } + else + { + y1 = yOrigin; + height = (int) (-v * scale); + } + + if (i < info.getRetireAge()) g2.setPaint(colorPre); + else if (v >= 0) g2.setPaint(colorGain); + else g2.setPaint(colorLoss); + var bar = new Rectangle2D.Double(x1, y1, barWidth - 2, height); + g2.fill(bar); + g2.setPaint(Color.black); + g2.draw(bar); + } + } + + /** + * Sets the color to be used before retirement. + * @param color the desired color + */ + public void setColorPre(Color color) + { + colorPre = color; + repaint(); + } + + /** + * Sets the color to be used after retirement while the account balance is positive. + * @param color the desired color + */ + public void setColorGain(Color color) + { + colorGain = color; + repaint(); + } + + /** + * Sets the color to be used after retirement when the account balance is negative. + * @param color the desired color + */ + public void setColorLoss(Color color) + { + colorLoss = color; + repaint(); + } + + public Dimension getPreferredSize() { return PREFERRED_SIZE; } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireResources.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireResources.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..daff2a7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireResources.java" @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +package retire; + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + * These are the English non-string resources for the retirement calculator. + * @version 1.21 2001-08-27 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class RetireResources extends java.util.ListResourceBundle +{ + private static final Object[][] contents = { + // BEGIN LOCALIZE + { "colorPre", Color.blue }, { "colorGain", Color.white }, { "colorLoss", Color.red } + // END LOCALIZE + }; + + public Object[][] getContents() + { + return contents; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireResources_de.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireResources_de.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c83a024 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireResources_de.java" @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +package retire; + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + * These are the German non-string resources for the retirement calculator. + * @version 1.21 2001-08-27 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class RetireResources_de extends java.util.ListResourceBundle +{ + private static final Object[][] contents = { + // BEGIN LOCALIZE + { "colorPre", Color.yellow }, { "colorGain", Color.black }, { "colorLoss", Color.red } + // END LOCALIZE + }; + + public Object[][] getContents() + { + return contents; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireResources_zh.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireResources_zh.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9975454 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireResources_zh.java" @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +package retire; + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + * These are the Chinese non-string resources for the retirement calculator. + * @version 1.21 2001-08-27 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class RetireResources_zh extends java.util.ListResourceBundle +{ + private static final Object[][] contents = { + // BEGIN LOCALIZE + { "colorPre", Color.red }, { "colorGain", Color.blue }, { "colorLoss", Color.yellow } + // END LOCALIZE + }; + + public Object[][] getContents() + { + return contents; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireStrings.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireStrings.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8bb2be3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireStrings.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +language=Language +computeButton=Compute +savings=Prior Savings +contrib=Annual Contribution +income=Retirement Income +currentAge=Current Age +retireAge=Retirement Age +deathAge=Life Expectancy +inflationPercent=Inflation +investPercent=Investment Return +retire=Age: {0,number} Balance: {1,number,currency} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireStrings_de.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireStrings_de.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..341f2db --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireStrings_de.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +language=Sprache +computeButton=Rechnen +savings=Vorherige Ersparnisse +contrib=Jährliche Einzahlung +income=Einkommen nach Ruhestand +currentAge=Jetziges Alter +retireAge=Ruhestandsalter +deathAge=Lebenserwartung +inflationPercent=Inflation +investPercent=Investitionsgewinn +retire=Alter: {0,number} Guthaben: {1,number,currency} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireStrings_zh.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireStrings_zh.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9adeddb --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/retire/RetireStrings_zh.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +language=语言 +computeButton=计算 +savings=既存 +contrib=æ¯å¹´å­˜é‡‘ +income=退休收入 +currentAge=现龄 +retireAge=退休年龄 +deathAge=预期寿命 +inflationPercent=通货膨涨 +investPercent=投资报酬 +retire=年龄: {0,number} 总结: {1,number,currency} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/util/Choices.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/util/Choices.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..34b5db8 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch07/util/Choices.java" @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +package util; + +import java.util.*; +import java.util.function.*; + +public class Choices +{ + /** + * Choose from an array of choices. + * @param in the scanner from which to read the choice index + * @param choices the objects to choose from + * @param formatter a function that produces a description from a choice + * @return the chosen object + */ + public static T choose(Scanner in, T[] choices, + Function formatter) + { + for (int i = 0; i < choices.length; i++) + { + System.out.printf("%2d: %s%n", i + 1, formatter.apply(choices[i])); + } + while (true) + { + System.out.print("Your choice: "); + if (in.hasNextInt()) + { + int choice = in.nextInt(); + if (0 < choice && choice <= choices.length) + { + in.nextLine(); // Consume newline + return choices[choice - 1]; + } + } + in.nextLine(); // Consume bad input + } + } + + /** + * Chooses among static fields of a class. + * @param in the scanner from which to read the choice index + * @param cl a class + * @param labels an array of strings describing static field names of cl that + * have type T + * @return the chosen value + */ + public static T choose(Scanner in, Class cl, String... labels) + { + String label = choose(in, labels, Function.identity()); + String name = label.toUpperCase().replace(' ', '_'); + try + { + java.lang.reflect.Field f = cl.getField(name); + @SuppressWarnings("unchecked") + T value = (T) f.get(cl); + return value; + } + catch (Exception e) + { + System.err.println("Unmatched label " + label); + return null; + } + } + + /** + * Choose from a map of choices to descriptions. + * @param in the scanner from which to read the choice index + * @param choices a map from description strings to choices + * @return the chosen object + */ + public static T choose(Scanner in, Map choices) + { + Object[] objects = choices.keySet().toArray(); + @SuppressWarnings("unchecked") + T choice = (T) choose(in, objects, o -> choices.get((T) o)); + return choice; + } + + /** + * Choose from strings. + * @param in the scanner from which to read the choice index + * @param choices the string choices + * @return the chosen string + */ + public static String choose(Scanner in, String... choices) + { + return choose(in, choices, Function.identity()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/asm-9.2.jar" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/asm-9.2.jar" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3557ae4 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/asm-9.2.jar" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/asm-commons-9.2.jar" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/asm-commons-9.2.jar" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..01028a0 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/asm-commons-9.2.jar" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/ButtonFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/ButtonFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e4f6733 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/ButtonFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,39 @@ +package buttons1; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame with a button panel. + * @version 1.00 2007-11-02 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ButtonFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + private JPanel panel; + private JButton yellowButton; + private JButton blueButton; + private JButton redButton; + + public ButtonFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + panel = new JPanel(); + panel.setName("panel"); + add(panel); + + yellowButton = new JButton("Yellow"); + yellowButton.setName("yellowButton"); + blueButton = new JButton("Blue"); + blueButton.setName("blueButton"); + redButton = new JButton("Red"); + redButton.setName("redButton"); + + panel.add(yellowButton); + panel.add(blueButton); + panel.add(redButton); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/Renjin.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/Renjin.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..54aecfa --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/Renjin.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +yellowButton.action=panel$background <- Color$YELLOW +blueButton.action=panel$background <- Color$BLUE +redButton.action=panel$background <- Color$RED diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/groovy.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/groovy.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..119a86f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/groovy.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +yellowButton.action=panel.background = java.awt.Color.YELLOW +blueButton.action=panel.background = java.awt.Color.BLUE +redButton.action=panel.background = java.awt.Color.RED \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/init.Renjin" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/init.Renjin" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..10963ce --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/init.Renjin" @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +import(java.awt.Color) diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/init.sisc" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/init.sisc" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b130d7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/init.sisc" @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +(import s2j) +(define-generic-java-method set-background) +(define-java-class ) +(define-generic-java-field-accessor :yellow) +(define-generic-java-field-accessor :blue) +(define-generic-java-field-accessor :red) diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/nashorn.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/nashorn.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..119a86f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/nashorn.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +yellowButton.action=panel.background = java.awt.Color.YELLOW +blueButton.action=panel.background = java.awt.Color.BLUE +redButton.action=panel.background = java.awt.Color.RED \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/sisc.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/sisc.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31004db --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons1/sisc.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +# SISC Scheme (http://sisc-scheme.org) +yellowButton.action=(set-background (var 'panel) (:yellow (java-null ))) +blueButton.action= (set-background (var 'panel) (:blue (java-null ))) +redButton.action=(set-background (var 'panel) (:red (java-null ))) diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons2/ButtonFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons2/ButtonFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f030132 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons2/ButtonFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +package buttons2; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * A frame with a button panel. + * @version 1.00 2007-11-02 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public abstract class ButtonFrame extends JFrame +{ + public static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + public static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + protected JPanel panel; + protected JButton yellowButton; + protected JButton blueButton; + protected JButton redButton; + + protected abstract void addEventHandlers(); + + public ButtonFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + panel = new JPanel(); + add(panel); + + yellowButton = new JButton("Yellow"); + blueButton = new JButton("Blue"); + redButton = new JButton("Red"); + + panel.add(yellowButton); + panel.add(blueButton); + panel.add(redButton); + + addEventHandlers(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons2/action.properties" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons2/action.properties" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d038310 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons2/action.properties" @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +yellowButton=panel.setBackground(java.awt.Color.YELLOW); +blueButton=panel.setBackground(java.awt.Color.BLUE); +redButton=panel.setBackground(java.awt.Color.RED); \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons3/ButtonFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons3/ButtonFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..668b3d5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons3/ButtonFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +package buttons3; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import runtimeAnnotations.*; + +/** + * A frame with a button panel. + * @version 1.00 2004-08-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ButtonFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + private JPanel panel; + private JButton yellowButton; + private JButton blueButton; + private JButton redButton; + + public ButtonFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + panel = new JPanel(); + add(panel); + + yellowButton = new JButton("Yellow"); + blueButton = new JButton("Blue"); + redButton = new JButton("Red"); + + panel.add(yellowButton); + panel.add(blueButton); + panel.add(redButton); + + ActionListenerInstaller.processAnnotations(this); + } + + @ActionListenerFor(source = "yellowButton") + public void yellowBackground() + { + panel.setBackground(Color.YELLOW); + } + + @ActionListenerFor(source = "blueButton") + public void blueBackground() + { + panel.setBackground(Color.BLUE); + } + + @ActionListenerFor(source = "redButton") + public void redBackground() + { + panel.setBackground(Color.RED); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons3/ButtonTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons3/ButtonTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..024dadd --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/buttons3/ButtonTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +package buttons3; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.02 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ButtonTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new ButtonFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ButtonTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/EntryLogger.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/EntryLogger.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9c9cfa2 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/EntryLogger.java" @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +package bytecodeAnnotations; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; + +import org.objectweb.asm.*; +import org.objectweb.asm.commons.*; + +/** + * Adds "entering" logs to all methods of a class that have the LogEntry annotation. + * @version 1.21 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class EntryLogger extends ClassVisitor +{ + private String className; + + /** + * Constructs an EntryLogger that inserts logging into annotated methods of a given class. + */ + public EntryLogger(ClassWriter writer, String className) + { + super(Opcodes.ASM5, writer); + this.className = className; + } + + public MethodVisitor visitMethod(int access, String methodName, String desc, + String signature, String[] exceptions) + { + MethodVisitor mv = cv.visitMethod(access, methodName, desc, signature, exceptions); + return new AdviceAdapter(Opcodes.ASM5, mv, access, methodName, desc) + { + private String loggerName; + + public AnnotationVisitor visitAnnotation(String desc, boolean visible) + { + return new AnnotationVisitor(Opcodes.ASM5) + { + public void visit(String name, Object value) + { + if (desc.equals("LbytecodeAnnotations/LogEntry;") + && name.equals("logger")) + loggerName = value.toString(); + } + }; + } + + public void onMethodEnter() + { + if (loggerName != null) + { + visitLdcInsn(loggerName); + visitMethodInsn(INVOKESTATIC, "java/util/logging/Logger", "getLogger", + "(Ljava/lang/String;)Ljava/util/logging/Logger;", false); + visitLdcInsn(className); + visitLdcInsn(methodName); + visitMethodInsn(INVOKEVIRTUAL, "java/util/logging/Logger", "entering", + "(Ljava/lang/String;Ljava/lang/String;)V", false); + loggerName = null; + } + } + }; + } + + /** + * Adds entry logging code to the given class. + * @param args the name of the class file to patch + */ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + if (args.length == 0) + { + System.out.println("USAGE: java bytecodeAnnotations.EntryLogger classfile"); + System.exit(1); + } + Path path = Path.of(args[0]); + var reader = new ClassReader(Files.newInputStream(path)); + var writer = new ClassWriter( + ClassWriter.COMPUTE_MAXS | ClassWriter.COMPUTE_FRAMES); + var entryLogger = new EntryLogger(writer, + path.toString().replace(".class", "").replaceAll("[/\\\\]", ".")); + reader.accept(entryLogger, ClassReader.EXPAND_FRAMES); + Files.write(Path.of(args[0]), writer.toByteArray()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/EntryLoggingAgent.jar" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/EntryLoggingAgent.jar" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..836700b Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/EntryLoggingAgent.jar" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/EntryLoggingAgent.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/EntryLoggingAgent.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ffaed27 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/EntryLoggingAgent.java" @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +package bytecodeAnnotations; + +import java.lang.instrument.*; +import java.security.*; +import org.objectweb.asm.*; + +/** + * @version 1.11 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class EntryLoggingAgent +{ + public static void premain(final String arg, Instrumentation instr) + { + instr.addTransformer(new ClassFileTransformer() { + public byte[] transform(ClassLoader loader, String className, Class cl, + ProtectionDomain pd, byte[] data) throws IllegalClassFormatException + { + if (!className.replace("/", ".").equals(arg)) return null; + var reader = new ClassReader(data); + var writer = new ClassWriter( + ClassWriter.COMPUTE_MAXS | ClassWriter.COMPUTE_FRAMES); + var el = new EntryLogger(writer, className); + reader.accept(el, ClassReader.EXPAND_FRAMES); + return writer.toByteArray(); + }}); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/EntryLoggingAgent.mf" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/EntryLoggingAgent.mf" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fc4ebd4 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/EntryLoggingAgent.mf" @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +Premain-Class: bytecodeAnnotations.EntryLoggingAgent diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/LogEntry.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/LogEntry.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dbc525c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/bytecodeAnnotations/LogEntry.java" @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +package bytecodeAnnotations; + +import java.lang.annotation.*; + +/** + * @version 1.00 2004-08-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +@Target(ElementType.METHOD) +@Retention(RetentionPolicy.RUNTIME) +public @interface LogEntry +{ + String logger(); +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/ByteArrayClass.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/ByteArrayClass.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fa32024 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/ByteArrayClass.java" @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +package compiler; + +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; + +import javax.tools.*; + +public class ByteArrayClass extends SimpleJavaFileObject +{ + private ByteArrayOutputStream out; + + ByteArrayClass(String name) + { + super(URI.create("bytes:///" + name.replace('.', '/') + ".class"), + Kind.CLASS); + } + + public byte[] getCode() + { + return out.toByteArray(); + } + + public OutputStream openOutputStream() throws IOException + { + out = new ByteArrayOutputStream(); + return out; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/ByteArrayClassLoader.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/ByteArrayClassLoader.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..53acc40 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/ByteArrayClassLoader.java" @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +package compiler; + +public class ByteArrayClassLoader extends ClassLoader +{ + private Iterable classes; + + public ByteArrayClassLoader(Iterable classes) + { + this.classes = classes; + } + + @Override public Class findClass(String name) throws ClassNotFoundException + { + for (ByteArrayClass cl : classes) { + if (cl.getName().equals("/" + name.replace('.','/') + ".class")) + { + byte[] bytes = cl.getCode(); + return defineClass(name, bytes, 0, bytes.length); + } + } + throw new ClassNotFoundException(name); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/ByteArrayJavaClass.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/ByteArrayJavaClass.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8c82735 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/ByteArrayJavaClass.java" @@ -0,0 +1,35 @@ +package compiler; + +import java.io.*; +import java.net.*; +import javax.tools.*; + +/** + * A Java class that holds the bytecodes in a byte array. + * @version 1.00 2007-11-02 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ByteArrayJavaClass extends SimpleJavaFileObject +{ + private ByteArrayOutputStream stream; + + /** + * Constructs a new ByteArrayJavaClass. + * @param name the name of the class file represented by this file object + */ + public ByteArrayJavaClass(String name) + { + super(URI.create("bytes:///" + name), Kind.CLASS); + stream = new ByteArrayOutputStream(); + } + + public OutputStream openOutputStream() throws IOException + { + return stream; + } + + public byte[] getBytes() + { + return stream.toByteArray(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/CompilerTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/CompilerTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4eafefb --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/CompilerTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,106 @@ +package compiler; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.util.*; +import java.util.List; + +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.tools.*; +import javax.tools.JavaFileObject.*; + +/** + * @version 1.10 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CompilerTest +{ + public static void main(final String[] args) + throws IOException, ReflectiveOperationException + { + JavaCompiler compiler = ToolProvider.getSystemJavaCompiler(); + + var classFileObjects = new ArrayList(); + + var diagnostics = new DiagnosticCollector(); + + JavaFileManager fileManager = compiler.getStandardFileManager(diagnostics, null, null); + fileManager = new ForwardingJavaFileManager(fileManager) + { + public JavaFileObject getJavaFileForOutput(Location location, + String className, Kind kind, FileObject sibling) throws IOException + { + if (kind == Kind.CLASS) + { + var fileObject = new ByteArrayClass(className); + classFileObjects.add(fileObject); + return fileObject; + } + else return super.getJavaFileForOutput(location, className, kind, sibling); + } + }; + + + String frameClassName = args.length == 0 ? "buttons2.ButtonFrame" : args[0]; + //compiler.run(null, null, null, frameClassName.replace(".", "/") + ".java"); + + StandardJavaFileManager fileManager2 = compiler.getStandardFileManager(null, null, null); + var sources = new ArrayList(); + for (JavaFileObject o : fileManager2.getJavaFileObjectsFromStrings( + List.of(frameClassName.replace(".", "/") + ".java"))) + sources.add(o); + + JavaFileObject source = buildSource(frameClassName); + JavaCompiler.CompilationTask task = compiler.getTask(null, fileManager, diagnostics, + null, null, List.of(source)); + Boolean result = task.call(); + + for (Diagnostic d : diagnostics.getDiagnostics()) + System.out.println(d.getKind() + ": " + d.getMessage(null)); + fileManager.close(); + if (!result) + { + System.out.println("Compilation failed."); + System.exit(1); + } + + var loader = new ByteArrayClassLoader(classFileObjects); + var frame = (JFrame) loader.loadClass("x.Frame").getConstructor().newInstance(); + + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setTitle("CompilerTest"); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } + + /* + * Builds the source for the subclass that implements the addEventHandlers method. + * @return a file object containing the source in a string builder + */ + static JavaFileObject buildSource(String superclassName) + throws IOException, ClassNotFoundException + { + var builder = new StringBuilder(); + builder.append("package x;\n\n"); + builder.append("public class Frame extends " + superclassName + " {\n"); + builder.append("protected void addEventHandlers() {\n"); + var props = new Properties(); + props.load(Files.newBufferedReader( + Path.of(superclassName.replace(".", "/")).getParent().resolve("action.properties"), + StandardCharsets.UTF_8)); + for (Map.Entry e : props.entrySet()) + { + var beanName = (String) e.getKey(); + var eventCode = (String) e.getValue(); + builder.append(beanName + ".addActionListener(event -> {\n"); + builder.append(eventCode); + builder.append("\n} );\n"); + } + builder.append("} }\n"); + return new StringSource("x.Frame", builder.toString()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/MapClassLoader.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/MapClassLoader.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c597824 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/MapClassLoader.java" @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +package compiler; + +import java.util.*; + +/** + * A class loader that loads classes from a map whose keys are class names and whose values are byte + * code arrays. + * @version 1.00 2007-11-02 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class MapClassLoader extends ClassLoader +{ + private Map classes; + + public MapClassLoader(Map classes) + { + this.classes = classes; + } + + protected Class findClass(String name) throws ClassNotFoundException + { + byte[] classBytes = classes.get(name); + if (classBytes == null) throw new ClassNotFoundException(name); + Class cl = defineClass(name, classBytes, 0, classBytes.length); + if (cl == null) throw new ClassNotFoundException(name); + return cl; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/StringBuilderJavaSource.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/StringBuilderJavaSource.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0fc8deb --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/StringBuilderJavaSource.java" @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +package compiler; + +import java.net.*; +import javax.tools.*; + +/** + * A Java source that holds the code in a string builder. + * @version 1.00 2007-11-02 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class StringBuilderJavaSource extends SimpleJavaFileObject +{ + private StringBuilder code; + + /** + * Constructs a new StringBuilderJavaSource. + * @param name the name of the source file represented by this file object + */ + public StringBuilderJavaSource(String name) + { + super(URI.create("string:///" + name.replace('.', '/') + Kind.SOURCE.extension), + Kind.SOURCE); + code = new StringBuilder(); + } + + public CharSequence getCharContent(boolean ignoreEncodingErrors) + { + return code; + } + + public void append(String str) + { + code.append(str); + code.append('\n'); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/StringSource.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/StringSource.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3402a6d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/compiler/StringSource.java" @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +package compiler; + +import java.net.*; +import javax.tools.*; + +public class StringSource extends SimpleJavaFileObject +{ + private String code; + + StringSource(String name, String code) + { + super(URI.create("string:///" + name.replace('.', '/') + ".java"), Kind.SOURCE); + this.code = code; + } + + public CharSequence getCharContent(boolean ignoreEncodingErrors) + { + return code; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/rect/Point.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/rect/Point.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2823023 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/rect/Point.java" @@ -0,0 +1,17 @@ +package rect; + +import sourceAnnotations.ToString; + +@ToString(includeName=false) +public class Point +{ + private int x; + private int y; + public Point(int x, int y) + { + this.x = x; + this.y = y; + } + @ToString(includeName=false) public int getX() { return x; } + @ToString(includeName=false) public int getY() { return y; } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/rect/Rectangle.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/rect/Rectangle.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e73635a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/rect/Rectangle.java" @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +package rect; + +import sourceAnnotations.ToString; + +@ToString +public class Rectangle +{ + private Point topLeft; + private int width; + private int height; + public Rectangle(Point topLeft, int width, int height) + { + this.topLeft = topLeft; + this.width = width; + this.height = height; + } + @ToString(includeName=false) public Point getTopLeft() { return topLeft; } + @ToString public int getWidth() { return width; } + @ToString public int getHeight() { return height; } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/rect/SourceLevelAnnotationDemo.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/rect/SourceLevelAnnotationDemo.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c0559ec --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/rect/SourceLevelAnnotationDemo.java" @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +package rect; + +import sourceAnnotations.ToStrings; + +public class SourceLevelAnnotationDemo +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var rect = new Rectangle(new Point(10, 10), 20, 30); + System.out.println(ToStrings.toString(rect)); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/runtimeAnnotations/ActionListenerFor.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/runtimeAnnotations/ActionListenerFor.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1753fac --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/runtimeAnnotations/ActionListenerFor.java" @@ -0,0 +1,14 @@ +package runtimeAnnotations; + +import java.lang.annotation.*; + +/** + * @version 1.00 2004-08-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +@Target(ElementType.METHOD) +@Retention(RetentionPolicy.RUNTIME) +public @interface ActionListenerFor +{ + String source(); +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/runtimeAnnotations/ActionListenerInstaller.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/runtimeAnnotations/ActionListenerInstaller.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a58c5e4 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/runtimeAnnotations/ActionListenerInstaller.java" @@ -0,0 +1,60 @@ +package runtimeAnnotations; + +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.lang.reflect.*; + +/** + * @version 1.00 2004-08-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ActionListenerInstaller +{ + /** + * Processes all ActionListenerFor annotations in the given object. + * @param obj an object whose methods may have ActionListenerFor annotations + */ + public static void processAnnotations(Object obj) + { + try + { + Class cl = obj.getClass(); + for (Method m : cl.getDeclaredMethods()) + { + ActionListenerFor a = m.getAnnotation(ActionListenerFor.class); + if (a != null) + { + Field f = cl.getDeclaredField(a.source()); + f.setAccessible(true); + addListener(f.get(obj), obj, m); + } + } + } + catch (ReflectiveOperationException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } + + /** + * Adds an action listener that calls a given method. + * @param source the event source to which an action listener is added + * @param param the implicit parameter of the method that the listener calls + * @param m the method that the listener calls + */ + public static void addListener(Object source, final Object param, final Method m) + throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + var handler = new InvocationHandler() + { + public Object invoke(Object proxy, Method mm, Object[] args) throws Throwable + { + return m.invoke(param); + } + }; + + Object listener = Proxy.newProxyInstance(null, + new Class[] { java.awt.event.ActionListener.class }, handler); + Method adder = source.getClass().getMethod("addActionListener", ActionListener.class); + adder.invoke(source, listener); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/script/ScriptTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/script/ScriptTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a97eaed --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/script/ScriptTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,127 @@ +package script; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.beans.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.util.*; +import javax.script.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * @version 1.04 2021-06-17 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ScriptTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + try + { + var manager = new ScriptEngineManager(); + String language; + if (args.length == 0) + { + System.out.println("Available factories: "); + for (ScriptEngineFactory factory : manager.getEngineFactories()) + System.out.println(factory.getEngineName()); + + language = "nashorn"; + } + else language = args[0]; + + final ScriptEngine engine = manager.getEngineByName(language); + if (engine == null) + { + System.err.println("No engine for " + language); + System.exit(1); + } + + final String frameClassName + = args.length < 2 ? "buttons1.ButtonFrame" : args[1]; + + var frame + = (JFrame) Class.forName(frameClassName).getConstructor().newInstance(); + InputStream in = frame.getClass().getResourceAsStream("init." + language); + if (in != null) engine.eval( + new InputStreamReader(in, StandardCharsets.UTF_8)); + var components = new HashMap(); + getComponentBindings(frame, components); + components.forEach((name, c) -> engine.put(name, c)); + + var events = new Properties(); + in = frame.getClass().getResourceAsStream(language + ".properties"); + events.load( + new InputStreamReader(in, StandardCharsets.UTF_8)); + + for (Object e : events.keySet()) + { + String[] s = ((String) e).split("\\."); + addListener(s[0], s[1], (String) events.get(e), engine, components); + } + frame.setTitle("ScriptTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + } + catch (ReflectiveOperationException | IOException + | ScriptException | IntrospectionException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + } + }); + } + + /** + * Gathers all named components in a container. + * @param c the component + * @param namedComponents a map into which to enter the component names and components + */ + private static void getComponentBindings(Component c, + Map namedComponents) + { + String name = c.getName(); + if (name != null) { namedComponents.put(name, c); } + if (c instanceof Container container) + { + for (Component child : container.getComponents()) + getComponentBindings(child, namedComponents); + } + } + + /** + * Adds a listener to an object whose listener method executes a script. + * @param beanName the name of the bean to which the listener should be added + * @param eventName the name of the listener type, such as "action" or "change" + * @param scriptCode the script code to be executed + * @param engine the engine that executes the code + * @param bindings the bindings for the execution + * @throws IntrospectionException + */ + private static void addListener(String beanName, String eventName, final String scriptCode, + ScriptEngine engine, Map components) + throws ReflectiveOperationException, IntrospectionException + { + Object bean = components.get(beanName); + EventSetDescriptor descriptor = getEventSetDescriptor(bean, eventName); + if (descriptor == null) return; + descriptor.getAddListenerMethod().invoke(bean, + Proxy.newProxyInstance(null, new Class[] { descriptor.getListenerType() }, + (proxy, method, args) -> + { + engine.eval(scriptCode); + return null; + })); + } + + private static EventSetDescriptor getEventSetDescriptor(Object bean, String eventName) + throws IntrospectionException + { + for (EventSetDescriptor descriptor : Introspector.getBeanInfo(bean.getClass()) + .getEventSetDescriptors()) + if (descriptor.getName().equals(eventName)) return descriptor; + return null; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/set/Item.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/set/Item.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0b3505a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/set/Item.java" @@ -0,0 +1,56 @@ +package set; + +import java.util.*; +import bytecodeAnnotations.*; + +/** + * An item with a description and a part number. + * @version 1.01 2012-01-26 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Item +{ + private String description; + private int partNumber; + + /** + * Constructs an item. + * @param aDescription the item's description + * @param aPartNumber the item's part number + */ + public Item(String aDescription, int aPartNumber) + { + description = aDescription; + partNumber = aPartNumber; + } + + /** + * Gets the description of this item. + * @return the description + */ + public String getDescription() + { + return description; + } + + public String toString() + { + return "[description=" + description + ", partNumber=" + partNumber + "]"; + } + + @LogEntry(logger = "com.horstmann") + public boolean equals(Object otherObject) + { + if (this == otherObject) return true; + if (otherObject == null) return false; + if (getClass() != otherObject.getClass()) return false; + var other = (Item) otherObject; + return Objects.equals(description, other.description) && partNumber == other.partNumber; + } + + @LogEntry(logger = "com.horstmann") + public int hashCode() + { + return Objects.hash(description, partNumber); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/set/SetTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/set/SetTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..21a5d6a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/set/SetTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +package set; + +import java.util.*; +import java.util.logging.*; + +/** + * @version 1.03 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class SetTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + Logger.getLogger("com.horstmann").setLevel(Level.FINEST); + var handler = new ConsoleHandler(); + handler.setLevel(Level.FINEST); + Logger.getLogger("com.horstmann").addHandler(handler); + + var parts = new HashSet(); + parts.add(new Item("Toaster", 1279)); + parts.add(new Item("Microwave", 4104)); + parts.add(new Item("Toaster", 1279)); + System.out.println(parts); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/sourceAnnotations/ToString.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/sourceAnnotations/ToString.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..680feef --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/sourceAnnotations/ToString.java" @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +package sourceAnnotations; + +import java.lang.annotation.ElementType; +import java.lang.annotation.Retention; +import java.lang.annotation.RetentionPolicy; +import java.lang.annotation.Target; + +@Target({ElementType.METHOD, ElementType.TYPE}) +@Retention(RetentionPolicy.SOURCE) +public @interface ToString +{ + boolean includeName() default true; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/sourceAnnotations/ToStringAnnotationProcessor.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/sourceAnnotations/ToStringAnnotationProcessor.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..06a550c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/sourceAnnotations/ToStringAnnotationProcessor.java" @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +package sourceAnnotations; + +import java.beans.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.annotation.processing.*; +import javax.lang.model.*; +import javax.lang.model.element.*; +import javax.tools.*; +import javax.tools.Diagnostic.Kind; + +@SupportedAnnotationTypes("sourceAnnotations.ToString") +@SupportedSourceVersion(SourceVersion.RELEASE_8) +public class ToStringAnnotationProcessor extends AbstractProcessor +{ + public boolean process(Set annotations, + RoundEnvironment currentRound) + { + if (annotations.size() == 0) return true; + try + { + JavaFileObject sourceFile + = processingEnv.getFiler().createSourceFile("sourceAnnotations.ToStrings"); + try (var out = new PrintWriter(sourceFile.openWriter())) + { + out.println("// Automatically generated by" + + " sourceAnnotations.ToStringAnnotationProcessor"); + out.println("package sourceAnnotations;"); + out.println("public class ToStrings {"); + + for (Element e : currentRound.getElementsAnnotatedWith(ToString.class)) + if (e instanceof TypeElement te) + writeToStringMethod(out, te); + out.println(" public static String toString(Object obj) {"); + out.println(" return java.util.Objects.toString(obj);"); + out.println(" }"); + out.println("}"); + } + } + catch (IOException e) + { + processingEnv.getMessager().printMessage(Kind.ERROR, e.getMessage()); + } + return true; + } + + private void writeToStringMethod(PrintWriter out, TypeElement te) + { + String className = te.getQualifiedName().toString(); + out.println(" public static String toString(" + className + " obj) {"); + ToString ann = te.getAnnotation(ToString.class); + out.println(" var result = new StringBuilder();"); + if (ann.includeName()) out.println(" result.append(\"" + className + "\");"); + out.println(" result.append(\"[\");"); + boolean first = true; + for (Element c : te.getEnclosedElements()) + { + String methodName = c.getSimpleName().toString(); + ann = c.getAnnotation(ToString.class); + if (ann != null) + { + if (first) first = false; else out.println(" result.append(\",\");"); + if (ann.includeName()) + { + String fieldName = Introspector.decapitalize( + methodName.replaceAll("^(get|is)", "")); + // Turn getWidth into width, isDone into done, getURL into URL + out.println(" result.append(\"" + fieldName + "=" + "\");"); + } + out.println(" result.append(toString(obj." + methodName + "()));"); + } + } + out.println(" result.append(\"]\");"); + out.println(" return result.toString();"); + out.println(" }"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/sourceAnnotations/ToStrings.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/sourceAnnotations/ToStrings.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3f078d3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch08/sourceAnnotations/ToStrings.java" @@ -0,0 +1,37 @@ +// Automatically generated by sourceAnnotations.ToStringAnnotationProcessor +package sourceAnnotations; + +public class ToStrings +{ + public static String toString(rect.Point obj) + { + var result = new StringBuilder(); + result.append("["); + result.append(toString(obj.getX())); + result.append(","); + result.append(toString(obj.getY())); + result.append("]"); + return result.toString(); + } + + public static String toString(rect.Rectangle obj) + { + var result = new StringBuilder(); + result.append("rect.Rectangle"); + result.append("["); + result.append(toString(obj.getTopLeft())); + result.append(","); + result.append("width="); + result.append(toString(obj.getWidth())); + result.append(","); + result.append("height="); + result.append(toString(obj.getHeight())); + result.append("]"); + return result.toString(); + } + + public static String toString(Object obj) + { + return java.util.Objects.toString(obj); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greet/com/horstmann/greet/Greeter.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greet/com/horstmann/greet/Greeter.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2454698 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greet/com/horstmann/greet/Greeter.java" @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +package com.horstmann.greet; + +public interface Greeter +{ + static Greeter newInstance() + { + return new com.horstmann.greet.internal.GreeterImpl(); + } + + String greet(String subject); +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greet/com/horstmann/greet/internal/GreeterImpl.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greet/com/horstmann/greet/internal/GreeterImpl.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f6fd520 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greet/com/horstmann/greet/internal/GreeterImpl.java" @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +package com.horstmann.greet.internal; + +import com.horstmann.greet.Greeter; + +public class GreeterImpl implements Greeter +{ + public String greet(String subject) + { + return "Hello, " + subject + "!"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greet/module-info.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greet/module-info.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e98fc1d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greet/module-info.java" @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +module com.horstmann.greet +{ + exports com.horstmann.greet; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/GreeterService.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/GreeterService.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..48e3954 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/GreeterService.java" @@ -0,0 +1,9 @@ +package com.horstmann.greetsvc; + +import java.util.Locale; + +public interface GreeterService +{ + String greet(String subject); + Locale getLocale(); +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/internal/FrenchGreeter.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/internal/FrenchGreeter.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1772749 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/internal/FrenchGreeter.java" @@ -0,0 +1,10 @@ +package com.horstmann.greetsvc.internal; + +import com.horstmann.greetsvc.GreeterService; +import java.util.Locale; + +public class FrenchGreeter implements GreeterService +{ + public String greet(String subject) { return "Bonjour " + subject; } + public Locale getLocale() { return Locale.FRENCH; } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/internal/GermanGreeter.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/internal/GermanGreeter.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fb21888 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/internal/GermanGreeter.java" @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +package com.horstmann.greetsvc.internal; + +import com.horstmann.greetsvc.GreeterService; +import java.util.Locale; +import java.util.Map; + +public class GermanGreeter implements GreeterService +{ + private Map dictionary; + + public GermanGreeter(Map dictionary) + { + this.dictionary = dictionary; + } + + public String greet(String subject) + { + return "Hallo, " + dictionary.getOrDefault(subject, subject) + "!"; + } + + public Locale getLocale() + { + return Locale.GERMAN; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/internal/GermanGreeterFactory.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/internal/GermanGreeterFactory.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6ee5b78 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/internal/GermanGreeterFactory.java" @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +package com.horstmann.greetsvc.internal; + +import com.horstmann.greetsvc.*; +import java.util.Map; +import java.util.HashMap; + +public class GermanGreeterFactory +{ + public static GreeterService provider() + { + Map dictionary = new HashMap<>(); + dictionary.put("World", "Welt"); + dictionary.put("Modular World", "modulare Welt"); + return new GermanGreeter(dictionary); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/module-info.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/module-info.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2590f53 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.greetsvc/module-info.java" @@ -0,0 +1,8 @@ +module com.horstmann.greetsvc +{ + exports com.horstmann.greetsvc; + + provides com.horstmann.greetsvc.GreeterService with + com.horstmann.greetsvc.internal.FrenchGreeter, + com.horstmann.greetsvc.internal.GermanGreeterFactory; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.util/com/horstmann/util/ObjectAnalyzer.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.util/com/horstmann/util/ObjectAnalyzer.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f910701 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.util/com/horstmann/util/ObjectAnalyzer.java" @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +package com.horstmann.util; + +import java.lang.reflect.AccessibleObject; +import java.lang.reflect.Array; +import java.lang.reflect.Field; +import java.lang.reflect.Modifier; +import java.util.ArrayList; + +public class ObjectAnalyzer +{ + private ArrayList visited = new ArrayList<>(); + + /** + * Converts an object to a string representation that lists all fields. + * @param obj an object + * @return a string with the object's class name and all field names and + * values + */ + public String toString(Object obj) + throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + if (obj == null) return "null"; + if (visited.contains(obj)) return "..."; + visited.add(obj); + Class cl = obj.getClass(); + if (cl == String.class) return (String) obj; + if (cl.isArray()) + { + String r = cl.getComponentType() + "[]{"; + for (int i = 0; i < Array.getLength(obj); i++) + { + if (i > 0) r += ","; + Object val = Array.get(obj, i); + if (cl.getComponentType().isPrimitive()) r += val; + else r += toString(val); + } + return r + "}"; + } + + String r = cl.getName(); + // inspect the fields of this class and all superclasses + do + { + r += "["; + Field[] fields = cl.getDeclaredFields(); + AccessibleObject.setAccessible(fields, true); + // get the names and values of all fields + for (Field f : fields) + { + if (!Modifier.isStatic(f.getModifiers())) + { + if (!r.endsWith("[")) r += ","; + r += f.getName() + "="; + Class t = f.getType(); + Object val = f.get(obj); + if (t.isPrimitive()) r += val; + else r += toString(val); + } + } + r += "]"; + cl = cl.getSuperclass(); + } + while (cl != null); + + return r; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.util/module-info.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.util/module-info.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8fe8f3b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/com.horstmann.util/module-info.java" @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +module com.horstmann.util { + exports com.horstmann.util; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/commons-csv-1.9.0.jar" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/commons-csv-1.9.0.jar" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0e3f678 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/commons-csv-1.9.0.jar" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/countries.csv" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/countries.csv" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0ec462f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/countries.csv" @@ -0,0 +1,198 @@ +Name;Population;Area +Afghanistan;29835392;250000 +Albania;2994667;11100 +Algeria;34994937;919590 +Andorra;84825;181 +Angola;13338541;481351 +Antigua and Barbuda;87884;171 +Argentina;41769726;1068296 +Armenia;2967975;11506 +Australia;21766711;2967893 +Austria;8217280;32382 +Azerbaijan;8372373;33436 +Bahamas, The;313312;5382 +Bahrain;1214705;257 +Bangladesh;158570535;55598 +Barbados;286705;166 +Belarus;9577552;80154 +Belgium;10431477;11787 +Belize;321115;8867 +Benin;9325032;43483 +Bhutan;708427;18147 +Bolivia;10118683;424162 +Bosnia and Herzegovina;4622163;19741 +Botswana;2065398;231803 +Brazil;203429773;3286470 +Brunei;401890;2228 +Bulgaria;7093635;42822 +Burkina Faso;16751455;105869 +Burundi;10216190;10745 +Cambodia;14701717;69900 +Cameroon;19711291;183567 +Canada;34030589;3855081 +Cape Verde;516100;1557 +Central African Republic;4950027;240534 +Chad;10758945;495752 +Chile;16888760;292258 +China;1336718015;3705386 +Colombia;44725543;439733 +Comoros;794683;838 +Congo, Democratic Republic of the;71712867;905563 +Congo, Republic of the;4243929;132046 +Costa Rica;4576562;19730 +Cote d'Ivoire;21504162;124502 +Croatia;4483804;21831 +Cuba;11087330;42803 +Cyprus;1120489;3571 +Czech Republic;10190213;30450 +Denmark;5529888;16639 +Djibouti;757074;8880 +Dominica;72969;291 +Dominican Republic;9956648;18815 +Ecuador;15007343;109483 +Egypt;82079636;386660 +El Salvador;6071774;8124 +Equatorial Guinea;668225;10830 +Eritrea;5939484;46842 +Estonia;1282963;17462 +Ethiopia;90873739;435184 +Fiji;883125;7054 +Finland;5259250;130558 +France;65312249;211208 +Gabon;1576665;103346 +Gambia;1797860;4363 +Georgia;4585874;26911 +Germany;81471834;137846 +Ghana;24791073;92456 +Greece;10760136;50942 +Grenada;108419;133 +Guatemala;13824463;42042 +Guinea;10601009;94925 +Guinea-Bissau;1596677;13946 +Guyana;744768;83000 +Haiti;9719932;10714 +Honduras;8143564;43278 +Hungary;9976062;35919 +Iceland;311058;39768 +India;1189172906;1269338 +Indonesia;245613043;741096 +Iran;77891220;636293 +Iraq;30399572;168753 +Ireland;4670976;27135 +Israel;7473052;8019 +Italy;61016804;116305 +Jamaica;2868380;4244 +Japan;126475664;145882 +Jordan;6508271;35637 +Kazakhstan;15522373;1049150 +Kenya;41070934;224961 +Kiribati;100743;313 +Korea, North;24457492;46540 +Korea, South;48754657;38023 +Kosovo;1825632;4211 +Kuwait;2595628;6880 +Kyrgyzstan;5587443;76641 +Laos;6477211;91428 +Latvia;2204708;24938 +Lebanon;4143101;4015 +Lesotho;1924886;11720 +Liberia;3786764;43000 +Libya;6597960;679358 +Liechtenstein;35236;62 +Lithuania;3535547;25174 +Luxembourg;503302;998 +Macedonia;2077328;9781 +Madagascar;21926221;226656 +Malawi;15879252;45745 +Malaysia;28728607;127316 +Maldives;394999;116 +Mali;14159904;478764 +Malta;408333;122 +Marshall Islands;67182;4577 +Mauritania;3281634;397953 +Mauritius;1303717;788 +Mexico;113724226;761602 +Micronesia, Federated States of;106836;271 +Moldova;4314377;13067 +Monaco;30539;1 +Mongolia;3133318;603905 +Montenegro;661807;5415 +Morocco;31968361;172413 +Mozambique;22948858;309494 +Myanmar (Burma);53999804;261969 +Namibia;2147585;318694 +Nauru;9322;8 +Nepal;29391883;54363 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+Sri Lanka;21283913;25332 +Sudan;45047502;728215 +Suriname;491989;63039 +Swaziland;1370424;6704 +Sweden;9088728;173731 +Switzerland;7639961;15942 +Syria;22517750;71498 +Taiwan;23071779;13892 +Tajikistan;7627200;55251 +Tanzania;42746620;364898 +Thailand;66720153;198455 +Timor-Leste;1177834;5641 +Togo;6771993;21925 +Tonga;105916;289 +Trinidad and Tobago;1227505;1980 +Tunisia;10629186;63170 +Turkey;78785548;301382 +Turkmenistan;4997503;188455 +Tuvalu;10544;10 +Uganda;34612250;91135 +Ukraine;45134707;233089 +United Arab Emirates;5148664;32000 +United Kingdom;62698362;94525 +United States;313232044;3718691 +Uruguay;3308535;68039 +Uzbekistan;28128600;172741 +Vanuatu;224564;4710 +Vatican City;832;0.17 +Venezuela;27635743;352143 +Vietnam;90549390;127243 +Western Sahara;507160;102703 +Yemen;24133492;203849 +Zambia;13881336;290584 +Zimbabwe;12084304;150803 diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/jakarta.json-2.0.1-module.jar" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/jakarta.json-2.0.1-module.jar" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..671ca52 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/jakarta.json-2.0.1-module.jar" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/jakarta.json-api-2.0.1.jar" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/jakarta.json-api-2.0.1.jar" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1d5e18b Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/jakarta.json-api-2.0.1.jar" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/jakarta.json.bind-api-2.0.0.jar" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/jakarta.json.bind-api-2.0.0.jar" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9246350 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/jakarta.json.bind-api-2.0.0.jar" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.automod/com/horstmann/places/CSVDemo.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.automod/com/horstmann/places/CSVDemo.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f060faa --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.automod/com/horstmann/places/CSVDemo.java" @@ -0,0 +1,29 @@ +package com.horstmann.places; + +/* + +javac -p v2ch09.automod:commons-csv-1.9.0.jar \ + v2ch09.automod/com/horstmann/places/CSVDemo.java \ + v2ch09.automod/module-info.java +java -p v2ch09.automod:commons-csv-1.9.0.jar \ + -m v2ch09.automod/com.horstmann.places.CSVDemo + +*/ + +import java.io.*; +import org.apache.commons.csv.*; + +public class CSVDemo +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException + { + Reader in = new FileReader("countries.csv"); + Iterable records = CSVFormat.EXCEL.withDelimiter(';').withHeader().parse(in); + for (CSVRecord record : records) + { + String name = record.get("Name"); + double area = Double.parseDouble(record.get("Area")); + System.out.println(name + " has area " + area); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.automod/module-info.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.automod/module-info.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3642960 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.automod/module-info.java" @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +@SuppressWarnings("module") +module v2ch09.automod +{ + requires commons.csv; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.exportedpkg/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.exportedpkg/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e382713 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.exportedpkg/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java" @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +package com.horstmann.hello; + +/* + +javac com.horstmann.greet/module-info.java \ + com.horstmann.greet/com/horstmann/greet/Greeter.java \ + com.horstmann.greet/com/horstmann/greet/internal/GreeterImpl.java〉 + +javac -p com.horstmann.greet v2ch09.exportedpkg/module-info.java \ + v2ch09.exportedpkg/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java〉 + +java -p v2ch09.exportedpkg:com.horstmann.greet \ + -m v2ch09.exportedpkg/com.horstmann.hello.HelloWorld + +*/ + +import com.horstmann.greet.Greeter; + +public class HelloWorld +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + Greeter greeter = Greeter.newInstance(); + System.out.println(greeter.greet("Modular World")); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.exportedpkg/module-info.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.exportedpkg/module-info.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b432e7e --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.exportedpkg/module-info.java" @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +@SuppressWarnings("module") +module v2ch09.exportedpkg +{ + requires com.horstmann.greet; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.hellomod/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.hellomod/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..68d7c5b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.hellomod/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java" @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +package com.horstmann.hello; + +/* + +javac v2ch09.hellomod/module-info.java v2ch09.hellomod/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java +java --module-path v2ch09.hellomod --module v2ch09.hellomod/com.horstmann.hello.HelloWorld + +*/ + +public class HelloWorld +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + System.out.println("Hello, Modular World!"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.hellomod/module-info.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.hellomod/module-info.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8b9c43e --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.hellomod/module-info.java" @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +module v2ch09.hellomod +{ +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg/com/horstmann/places/Country.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg/com/horstmann/places/Country.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..05a8c91 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg/com/horstmann/places/Country.java" @@ -0,0 +1,18 @@ +package com.horstmann.places; + +public class Country +{ + private String name; + private double area; + + public Country(String name, double area) + { + this.name = name; + this.area = area; + } + + public String toString() + { + return "name=" + name + ",area=" + area; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg/com/horstmann/places/Demo.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg/com/horstmann/places/Demo.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..829193b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg/com/horstmann/places/Demo.java" @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +package com.horstmann.places; + +/* + +javac com.horstmann.util/module-info.java \ + com.horstmann.util/com/horstmann/util/ObjectAnalyzer.java +javac -p com.horstmann.util v2ch09.openpkg/module-info.java \ + v2ch09.openpkg/com/horstmann/places/*.java +java -p v2ch09.openpkg:com.horstmann.util -m v2ch09.openpkg/com.horstmann.places.Demo + +Remove the opens clause in the module descriptor and recompile/run to +see the failure + +*/ + +import com.horstmann.util.*; + +public class Demo +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws ReflectiveOperationException + { + Country belgium = new Country("Belgium", 30510); + ObjectAnalyzer analyzer = new ObjectAnalyzer(); + System.out.println(analyzer.toString(belgium)); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg/module-info.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg/module-info.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c370afd --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg/module-info.java" @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ +@SuppressWarnings("module") +module v2ch09.openpkg +{ + requires com.horstmann.util; + opens com.horstmann.places to com.horstmann.util; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg2/com/horstmann/places/Country.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg2/com/horstmann/places/Country.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..05a8c91 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg2/com/horstmann/places/Country.java" @@ -0,0 +1,18 @@ +package com.horstmann.places; + +public class Country +{ + private String name; + private double area; + + public Country(String name, double area) + { + this.name = name; + this.area = area; + } + + public String toString() + { + return "name=" + name + ",area=" + area; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg2/com/horstmann/places/Demo.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg2/com/horstmann/places/Demo.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6509f2d --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg2/com/horstmann/places/Demo.java" @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +package com.horstmann.places; + +/* + +javac -p jakarta.json.bind-api-2.0.0.jar \ + v2ch09.openpkg2/module-info.java \ + v2ch09.openpkg2/com/horstmann/places/Demo.java \ + v2ch09.openpkg2/com/horstmann/places/Country.java + +java -p jakarta.json-api-2.0.1.jar:jakarta.json.bind-api-2.0.0.jar:jakarta.json-2.0.1-module.jar:yasson-2.0.3.jar:v2ch09.openpkg2 -m v2ch09.openpkg2/com.horstmann.places.Demo + +*/ + +import jakarta.json.bind.*; +import jakarta.json.bind.config.*; + +import java.lang.reflect.*; + +public class Demo +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + Country belgium = new Country("Belgium", 30510); + + JsonbConfig config = new JsonbConfig() + .withPropertyVisibilityStrategy( + new PropertyVisibilityStrategy() + { + public boolean isVisible(Field field) { return true; } + public boolean isVisible(Method method) { return false; } + }); + Jsonb jsonb = JsonbBuilder.create(config); + String json = jsonb.toJson(belgium); + System.out.println(json); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg2/module-info.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg2/module-info.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..474c118 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.openpkg2/module-info.java" @@ -0,0 +1,7 @@ +@SuppressWarnings("module") +module v2ch09.openpkg2 +{ + requires + jakarta.json.bind; + opens com.horstmann.places to org.eclipse.yasson; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.requiremod/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.requiremod/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0354048 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.requiremod/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +package com.horstmann.hello; + +/* + +javac v2ch09.requiremod/module-info.java v2ch09.hellomod/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java +java -p v2ch09.requiremod -m v2ch09.requiremod/com.horstmann.hello.HelloWorld + +Remove the requires clause in the module descriptor and recompile to +see the failure + +*/ + +import javax.swing.JOptionPane; + +public class HelloWorld +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(null, "Hello, Modular World!"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.requiremod/module-info.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.requiremod/module-info.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5228b15 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.requiremod/module-info.java" @@ -0,0 +1,5 @@ +@SuppressWarnings("module") +module v2ch09.requiremod +{ + requires java.desktop; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.useservice/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.useservice/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8298cf5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.useservice/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java" @@ -0,0 +1,37 @@ +package com.horstmann.hello; + +/* + +javac com.horstmann.greetsvc/module-info.java \ + com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/GreeterService.java \ + com.horstmann.greetsvc/com/horstmann/greetsvc/internal/*.java +javac -p com.horstmann.greetsvc \ + v2ch09.useservice/com/horstmann/hello/HelloWorld.java \ + v2ch09.useservice/module-info.java +java -p com.horstmann.greetsvc:v2ch09.useservice \ + -m v2ch09.useservice/com.horstmann.hello.HelloWorld + +*/ + +import java.util.*; +import com.horstmann.greetsvc.*; + +public class HelloWorld +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + ServiceLoader greeterLoader + = ServiceLoader.load(GreeterService.class); + String desiredLanguage = args.length > 0 ? args[0] : "de"; + GreeterService chosenGreeter = null; + for (GreeterService greeter : greeterLoader) + { + if (greeter.getLocale().getLanguage().equals(desiredLanguage)) + chosenGreeter = greeter; + } + if (chosenGreeter == null) + System.out.println("No suitable greeter."); + else + System.out.println(chosenGreeter.greet("Modular World")); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.useservice/module-info.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.useservice/module-info.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5de3025 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch09/v2ch09.useservice/module-info.java" @@ -0,0 +1,6 @@ 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Usage:
+ * java aes.AESTest -genkey keyfile
+ * java aes.AESTest -encrypt plaintext encrypted keyfile
+ * java aes.AESTest -decrypt encrypted decrypted keyfile
+ * @author Cay Horstmann + * @version 1.02 2018-05-01 + */ +public class AESTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + throws IOException, GeneralSecurityException, ClassNotFoundException + { + if (args[0].equals("-genkey")) + { + KeyGenerator keygen = KeyGenerator.getInstance("AES"); + var random = new SecureRandom(); + keygen.init(random); + SecretKey key = keygen.generateKey(); + try (var out = new ObjectOutputStream(new FileOutputStream(args[1]))) + { + out.writeObject(key); + } + } + else + { + int mode; + if (args[0].equals("-encrypt")) mode = Cipher.ENCRYPT_MODE; + else mode = Cipher.DECRYPT_MODE; + + try (var keyIn = new ObjectInputStream(new FileInputStream(args[3])); + var in = new FileInputStream(args[1]); + var out = new FileOutputStream(args[2])) + { + var key = (Key) keyIn.readObject(); + Cipher cipher = Cipher.getInstance("AES"); + cipher.init(mode, key); + Util.crypt(in, out, cipher); + } + } + } +} + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/aes/Util.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/aes/Util.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..56084a3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/aes/Util.java" @@ -0,0 +1,40 @@ +package aes; + +import java.io.*; +import java.security.*; +import javax.crypto.*; + +public class Util +{ + /** + * Uses a cipher to transform the bytes in an input stream and sends the transformed bytes + * to an output stream. + * @param in the input stream + * @param out the output stream + * @param cipher the cipher that transforms the bytes + */ + public static void crypt(InputStream in, OutputStream out, Cipher cipher) + throws IOException, GeneralSecurityException + { + int blockSize = cipher.getBlockSize(); + int outputSize = cipher.getOutputSize(blockSize); + var inBytes = new byte[blockSize]; + var outBytes = new byte[outputSize]; + + int inLength = 0; + boolean done = false; + while (!done) + { + inLength = in.read(inBytes); + if (inLength == blockSize) + { + int outLength = cipher.update(inBytes, 0, blockSize, outBytes); + out.write(outBytes, 0, outLength); + } + else done = true; + } + if (inLength > 0) outBytes = cipher.doFinal(inBytes, 0, inLength); + else outBytes = cipher.doFinal(); + out.write(outBytes); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/auth/AuthTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/auth/AuthTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8b03593 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/auth/AuthTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,34 @@ +package auth; + +import java.security.*; +import javax.security.auth.*; +import javax.security.auth.login.*; + +/** + * This program obtains information about a user's Unix login + * @version 1.03 2021-11-29 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class AuthTest +{ + public static void main(final String[] args) + { + try + { + var context = new LoginContext("Login1"); + context.login(); + System.out.println("Authentication successful."); + Subject subject = context.getSubject(); + for (Principal p : subject.getPrincipals()) + { + System.out.println(p.getClass().getName() + ": " + p.getName()); + } + context.logout(); + } + catch (LoginException e) + { + System.out.println("Authentication failed."); + e.printStackTrace(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/auth/jaas.config" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/auth/jaas.config" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..be7b726 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/auth/jaas.config" @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +Login1 +{ + com.sun.security.auth.module.UnixLoginModule required; +}; diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/classLoader/Caesar.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/classLoader/Caesar.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d24a4ba --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/classLoader/Caesar.java" @@ -0,0 +1,32 @@ +package classLoader; + +import java.io.*; + +/** + * Encrypts a file using the Caesar cipher. + * @version 1.02 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Caesar +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws Exception + { + if (args.length != 3) + { + System.out.println("USAGE: java classLoader.Caesar in out key"); + return; + } + + try (var in = new FileInputStream(args[0]); + var out = new FileOutputStream(args[1])) + { + int key = Integer.parseInt(args[2]); + int ch; + while ((ch = in.read()) != -1) + { + byte c = (byte) (ch + key); + out.write(c); + } + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/classLoader/ClassLoaderTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/classLoader/ClassLoaderTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c9e23ce --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/classLoader/ClassLoaderTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +package classLoader; + +import java.io.*; +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates a custom class loader that decrypts class files. + * @version 1.25 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ClassLoaderTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new ClassLoaderFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ClassLoaderTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * This frame contains two text fields for the name of the class to load and the decryption + * key. + */ +class ClassLoaderFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JTextField keyField = new JTextField("3", 4); + private JTextField nameField = new JTextField("Calculator", 30); + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + public ClassLoaderFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + setLayout(new GridBagLayout()); + add(new JLabel("Class"), new GBC(0, 0).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(nameField, new GBC(1, 0).setWeight(100, 0).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + add(new JLabel("Key"), new GBC(0, 1).setAnchor(GBC.EAST)); + add(keyField, new GBC(1, 1).setWeight(100, 0).setAnchor(GBC.WEST)); + var loadButton = new JButton("Load"); + add(loadButton, new GBC(0, 2, 2, 1)); + loadButton.addActionListener(event -> runClass(nameField.getText(), keyField.getText())); + pack(); + } + + /** + * Runs the main method of a given class. + * @param name the class name + * @param key the decryption key for the class files + */ + public void runClass(String name, String key) + { + try + { + var loader = new CryptoClassLoader(Integer.parseInt(key)); + Class c = loader.loadClass(name); + Method m = c.getMethod("main", String[].class); + m.invoke(null, (Object) new String[] {}); + } + catch (Throwable t) + { + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(this, t); + } + } +} + +/** + * This class loader loads encrypted class files. + */ +class CryptoClassLoader extends ClassLoader +{ + private int key; + + /** + * Constructs a crypto class loader. + * @param k the decryption key + */ + public CryptoClassLoader(int k) + { + key = k; + } + + protected Class findClass(String name) throws ClassNotFoundException + { + try + { + byte[] classBytes = null; + classBytes = loadClassBytes(name); + Class cl = defineClass(name, classBytes, 0, classBytes.length); + if (cl == null) throw new ClassNotFoundException(name); + return cl; + } + catch (IOException e) + { + throw new ClassNotFoundException(name); + } + } + + /** + * Loads and decrypt the class file bytes. + * @param name the class name + * @return an array with the class file bytes + */ + private byte[] loadClassBytes(String name) throws IOException + { + String cname = name.replace('.', '/') + ".caesar"; + byte[] bytes = Files.readAllBytes(Path.of(cname)); + for (int i = 0; i < bytes.length; i++) + bytes[i] = (byte) (bytes[i] - key); + return bytes; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/classLoader/GBC.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/classLoader/GBC.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a94ed5f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/classLoader/GBC.java" @@ -0,0 +1,131 @@ +package classLoader; + +/* +GBC - A convenience class to tame the GridBagLayout + +Copyright (C) 2002 Cay S. Horstmann (http://horstmann.com) + +This program is free software; you can redistribute it and/or modify +it under the terms of the GNU General Public License as published by +the Free Software Foundation; either version 2 of the License, or +(at your option) any later version. + +This program is distributed in the hope that it will be useful, +but WITHOUT ANY WARRANTY; without even the implied warranty of +MERCHANTABILITY or FITNESS FOR A PARTICULAR PURPOSE. See the +GNU General Public License for more details. + +You should have received a copy of the GNU General Public License +along with this program; if not, write to the Free Software +Foundation, Inc., 59 Temple Place, Suite 330, Boston, MA 02111-1307 USA +*/ + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + This class simplifies the use of the GridBagConstraints + class. +*/ +public class GBC extends GridBagConstraints +{ + /** + Constructs a GBC with a given gridx and gridy position and + all other grid bag constraint values set to the default. + @param gridx the gridx position + @param gridy the gridy position + */ + public GBC(int gridx, int gridy) + { + this.gridx = gridx; + this.gridy = gridy; + } + + /** + Constructs a GBC with given gridx, gridy, gridwidth, gridheight + and all other grid bag constraint values set to the default. + @param gridx the gridx position + @param gridy the gridy position + @param gridwidth the cell span in x-direction + @param gridheight the cell span in y-direction + */ + public GBC(int gridx, int gridy, int gridwidth, int gridheight) + { + this.gridx = gridx; + this.gridy = gridy; + this.gridwidth = gridwidth; + this.gridheight = gridheight; + } + + /** + Sets the anchor. + @param anchor the anchor value + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setAnchor(int anchor) + { + this.anchor = anchor; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the fill direction. + @param fill the fill direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setFill(int fill) + { + this.fill = fill; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the cell weights. + @param weightx the cell weight in x-direction + @param weighty the cell weight in y-direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setWeight(double weightx, double weighty) + { + this.weightx = weightx; + this.weighty = weighty; + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the insets of this cell. + @param distance the spacing to use in all directions + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setInsets(int distance) + { + this.insets = new Insets(distance, distance, distance, distance); + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the insets of this cell. + @param top the spacing to use on top + @param left the spacing to use to the left + @param bottom the spacing to use on the bottom + @param right the spacing to use to the right + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setInsets(int top, int left, int bottom, int right) + { + this.insets = new Insets(top, left, bottom, right); + return this; + } + + /** + Sets the internal padding + @param ipadx the internal padding in x-direction + @param ipady the internal padding in y-direction + @return this object for further modification + */ + public GBC setIpad(int ipadx, int ipady) + { + this.ipadx = ipadx; + this.ipady = ipady; + return this; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/hash/Digest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/hash/Digest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d10a26 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/hash/Digest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,50 @@ +package hash; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.security.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * This program computes the message digest of a file. + * @version 1.21 2018-04-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Digest +{ + /** + * @param args args[0] is the filename, args[1] is optionally the algorithm + * (SHA-1, SHA-256, or MD5) + */ + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException, GeneralSecurityException + { + var in = new Scanner(System.in); + String filename; + if (args.length >= 1) + filename = args[0]; + else + { + System.out.print("File name: "); + filename = in.nextLine(); + } + String algname; + if (args.length >= 2) + algname = args[1]; + else + { + System.out.println("Select one of the following algorithms: "); + for (Provider p : Security.getProviders()) + for (Provider.Service s : p.getServices()) + if (s.getType().equals("MessageDigest")) + System.out.println(s.getAlgorithm()); + System.out.print("Algorithm: "); + algname = in.nextLine(); + } + MessageDigest alg = MessageDigest.getInstance(algname); + byte[] input = Files.readAllBytes(Path.of(filename)); + byte[] hash = alg.digest(input); + for (int i = 0; i < hash.length; i++) + System.out.printf("%02X ", hash[i] & 0xFF); + System.out.println(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/hash/input.txt" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/hash/input.txt" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4028891 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/hash/input.txt" @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +Upon my death, my property shall be divided equally among my children; however, my son George shall receive nothing. diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/JAASFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/JAASFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5d4dd19 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/JAASFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +package jaas; + +import java.awt.*; + +import java.security.*; +import javax.security.auth.*; +import javax.security.auth.login.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This frame has text fields for user name and password, and a field to show the role. + */ +public class JAASFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JTextField username; + private JPasswordField password; + private JTextArea principals; + + public JAASFrame() + { + username = new JTextField(20); + password = new JPasswordField(20); + principals = new JTextArea(1, 20); + + var panel = new JPanel(); + panel.setLayout(new GridLayout(0, 2)); + panel.add(new JLabel("username:")); + panel.add(username); + panel.add(new JLabel("password:")); + panel.add(password); + panel.add(new JLabel("principals:")); + panel.add(principals); + add(panel, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + var loginButton = new JButton("Login"); + loginButton.addActionListener(event -> login()); + var buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + buttonPanel.add(loginButton); + add(buttonPanel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + pack(); + } + + public void login() + { + try + { + var context = new LoginContext("Login1", new SimpleCallbackHandler( + username.getText(), password.getPassword())); + context.login(); + Subject subject = context.getSubject(); + for (Principal p : subject.getPrincipals()) + { + principals.append(p.getName() + " "); + } + context.logout(); + } + catch (LoginException e) + { + e.printStackTrace(); + Throwable cause = e.getCause(); + if (cause != null) cause.printStackTrace(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/JAASTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/JAASTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..21e086a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/JAASTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +package jaas; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program authenticates a user via a custom login + * @version 1.04 2021-05-30 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class JAASTest +{ + public static void main(final String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new JAASFrame(); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setTitle("JAASTest"); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/SimpleCallbackHandler.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/SimpleCallbackHandler.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0175046 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/SimpleCallbackHandler.java" @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +package jaas; + +import javax.security.auth.callback.*; + +/** + * This simple callback handler presents the given user name and password. + */ +public class SimpleCallbackHandler implements CallbackHandler +{ + private String username; + private char[] password; + + /** + * Constructs the callback handler. + * @param username the user name + * @param password a character array containing the password + */ + public SimpleCallbackHandler(String username, char[] password) + { + this.username = username; + this.password = password; + } + + public void handle(Callback[] callbacks) + { + for (Callback callback : callbacks) + { + if (callback instanceof NameCallback c) + { + c.setName(username); + } + else if (callback instanceof PasswordCallback c) + { + c.setPassword(password); + } + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/SimpleLoginModule.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/SimpleLoginModule.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..950b418 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/SimpleLoginModule.java" @@ -0,0 +1,110 @@ +package jaas; + +import java.io.*; +import java.nio.charset.*; +import java.nio.file.*; +import java.security.*; +import java.util.*; +import javax.security.auth.*; +import javax.security.auth.callback.*; +import javax.security.auth.login.*; +import javax.security.auth.spi.*; + +/** + * This login module authenticates users by reading usernames, passwords, and roles from + * a text file. + */ +public class SimpleLoginModule implements LoginModule +{ + private Subject subject; + private CallbackHandler callbackHandler; + private Map options; + + public void initialize(Subject subject, CallbackHandler callbackHandler, + Map sharedState, Map options) + { + this.subject = subject; + this.callbackHandler = callbackHandler; + this.options = options; + } + + public boolean login() throws LoginException + { + if (callbackHandler == null) throw new LoginException("no handler"); + + var nameCall = new NameCallback("username: "); + var passCall = new PasswordCallback("password: ", false); + try + { + callbackHandler.handle(new Callback[] { nameCall, passCall }); + } + catch (UnsupportedCallbackException e) + { + var e2 = new LoginException("Unsupported callback"); + e2.initCause(e); + throw e2; + } + catch (IOException e) + { + var e2 = new LoginException("I/O exception in callback"); + e2.initCause(e); + throw e2; + } + + try + { + return checkLogin(nameCall.getName(), passCall.getPassword()); + } + catch (IOException e) + { + var e2 = new LoginException(); + e2.initCause(e); + throw e2; + } + } + + /** + * Checks whether the authentication information is valid. If it is, the subject acquires + * principals for the user name and role. + * @param username the user name + * @param password a character array containing the password + * @return true if the authentication information is valid + */ + private boolean checkLogin(String username, char[] password) + throws LoginException, IOException + { + try (var in = new Scanner( + Path.of("" + options.get("pwfile")), StandardCharsets.UTF_8)) + { + while (in.hasNextLine()) + { + String[] inputs = in.nextLine().split("\\|"); + if (inputs[0].equals(username) + && Arrays.equals(inputs[1].toCharArray(), password)) + { + String role = inputs[2]; + Set principals = subject.getPrincipals(); + principals.add(new SimplePrincipal("username", username)); + principals.add(new SimplePrincipal("role", role)); + return true; + } + } + return false; + } + } + + public boolean logout() + { + return true; + } + + public boolean abort() + { + return true; + } + + public boolean commit() + { + return true; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/SimplePrincipal.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/SimplePrincipal.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cffeb0e --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/SimplePrincipal.java" @@ -0,0 +1,53 @@ +package jaas; + +import java.security.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * A principal with a named value (such as "role=HR" or "username=harry"). + */ +public class SimplePrincipal implements Principal +{ + private String descr; + private String value; + + /** + * Constructs a SimplePrincipal to hold a description and a value. + * @param descr the description + * @param value the associated value + */ + public SimplePrincipal(String descr, String value) + { + this.descr = descr; + this.value = value; + } + + public SimplePrincipal(String descrAndValue) + { + String[] dv = descrAndValue.split("="); + this.descr = dv[0]; + this.value = dv[1]; + } + + /** + * @return the description and value of this simple principal. + */ + public String getName() + { + return descr + "=" + value; + } + + public boolean equals(Object otherObject) + { + if (this == otherObject) return true; + if (otherObject == null) return false; + if (getClass() != otherObject.getClass()) return false; + var other = (SimplePrincipal) otherObject; + return Objects.equals(getName(), other.getName()); + } + + public int hashCode() + { + return Objects.hashCode(getName()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/jaas.config" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/jaas.config" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5a0a537 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/jaas.config" @@ -0,0 +1,4 @@ +Login1 +{ + jaas.SimpleLoginModule required pwfile="jaas/password.txt" debug=true; +}; diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/password.txt" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/password.txt" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..21adb72 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/jaas/password.txt" @@ -0,0 +1,2 @@ +harry|secret|admin +carl|guessme|HR \ No newline at end of file diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/rsa/RSATest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/rsa/RSATest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..45da4cd --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/rsa/RSATest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +package rsa; + +import java.io.*; +import java.security.*; +import javax.crypto.*; + +/** + * This program tests the RSA cipher. Usage:
+ * java rsa.RSATest -genkey public private
+ * java rsa.RSATest -encrypt plaintext encrypted public
+ * java rsa.RSATest -decrypt encrypted decrypted private
+ * @author Cay Horstmann + * @version 1.02 2018-05-01 + */ +public class RSATest +{ + private static final int KEYSIZE = 512; + + public static void main(String[] args) + throws IOException, GeneralSecurityException, ClassNotFoundException + { + if (args[0].equals("-genkey")) + { + KeyPairGenerator pairgen = KeyPairGenerator.getInstance("RSA"); + var random = new SecureRandom(); + pairgen.initialize(KEYSIZE, random); + KeyPair keyPair = pairgen.generateKeyPair(); + try (var out = new ObjectOutputStream(new FileOutputStream(args[1]))) + { + out.writeObject(keyPair.getPublic()); + } + try (var out = new ObjectOutputStream(new FileOutputStream(args[2]))) + { + out.writeObject(keyPair.getPrivate()); + } + } + else if (args[0].equals("-encrypt")) + { + KeyGenerator keygen = KeyGenerator.getInstance("AES"); + var random = new SecureRandom(); + keygen.init(random); + SecretKey key = keygen.generateKey(); + + // wrap with RSA public key + try (var keyIn = new ObjectInputStream(new FileInputStream(args[3])); + var out = new DataOutputStream(new FileOutputStream(args[2])); + var in = new FileInputStream(args[1]) ) + { + var publicKey = (Key) keyIn.readObject(); + Cipher cipher = Cipher.getInstance("RSA"); + cipher.init(Cipher.WRAP_MODE, publicKey); + byte[] wrappedKey = cipher.wrap(key); + out.writeInt(wrappedKey.length); + out.write(wrappedKey); + + cipher = Cipher.getInstance("AES"); + cipher.init(Cipher.ENCRYPT_MODE, key); + Util.crypt(in, out, cipher); + } + } + else + { + try (var in = new DataInputStream(new FileInputStream(args[1])); + var keyIn = new ObjectInputStream(new FileInputStream(args[3])); + var out = new FileOutputStream(args[2])) + { + int length = in.readInt(); + var wrappedKey = new byte[length]; + in.read(wrappedKey, 0, length); + + // unwrap with RSA private key + var privateKey = (Key) keyIn.readObject(); + + Cipher cipher = Cipher.getInstance("RSA"); + cipher.init(Cipher.UNWRAP_MODE, privateKey); + Key key = cipher.unwrap(wrappedKey, "AES", Cipher.SECRET_KEY); + + cipher = Cipher.getInstance("AES"); + cipher.init(Cipher.DECRYPT_MODE, key); + + Util.crypt(in, out, cipher); + } + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/rsa/Util.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/rsa/Util.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..786a0da --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/rsa/Util.java" @@ -0,0 +1,41 @@ +package rsa; + +import java.io.*; +import java.security.*; +import javax.crypto.*; + +public class Util +{ + /** + * Uses a cipher to transform the bytes in an input stream and sends the transformed bytes to an + * output stream. + * @param in the input stream + * @param out the output stream + * @param cipher the cipher that transforms the bytes + */ + public static void crypt(InputStream in, OutputStream out, Cipher cipher) + throws IOException, GeneralSecurityException + { + int blockSize = cipher.getBlockSize(); + int outputSize = cipher.getOutputSize(blockSize); + var inBytes = new byte[blockSize]; + var outBytes = new byte[outputSize]; + + int inLength = 0; + + boolean done = false; + while (!done) + { + inLength = in.read(inBytes); + if (inLength == blockSize) + { + int outLength = cipher.update(inBytes, 0, blockSize, outBytes); + out.write(outBytes, 0, outLength); + } + else done = true; + } + if (inLength > 0) outBytes = cipher.doFinal(inBytes, 0, inLength); + else outBytes = cipher.doFinal(); + out.write(outBytes); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/verifier/VerifierTest.html" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/verifier/VerifierTest.html" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dd84a0e --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/verifier/VerifierTest.html" @@ -0,0 +1,2 @@ + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/verifier/VerifierTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/verifier/VerifierTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6e2a50a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch10/verifier/VerifierTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,32 @@ +package verifier; + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + * This application demonstrates the bytecode verifier of the virtual machine. If you use a + * hex editor to modify the class file, then the virtual machine should detect the tampering. + * @version 1.10 2018-05-05 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class VerifierTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + System.out.println("1 + 2 == " + fun()); + } + + /** + * A function that computes 1 + 2. + * @return 3, if the code has not been corrupted + */ + public static int fun() + { + int m; + int n; + m = 1; + n = 2; + // use hex editor to change to "m = 2" in class file + int r = m + n; + return r; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/Banner.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/Banner.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..65196b4 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/Banner.java" @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +package book; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.font.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import java.awt.print.*; + +/** + * A banner that prints a text string on multiple pages. + */ +public class Banner implements Printable +{ + private String message; + private double scale; + + /** + * Constructs a banner. + * @param m the message string + */ + public Banner(String m) + { + message = m; + } + + /** + * Gets the page count of this section. + * @param g2 the graphics context + * @param pf the page format + * @return the number of pages needed + */ + public int getPageCount(Graphics2D g2, PageFormat pf) + { + if (message.equals("")) return 0; + FontRenderContext context = g2.getFontRenderContext(); + var f = new Font("Serif", Font.PLAIN, 72); + Rectangle2D bounds = f.getStringBounds(message, context); + scale = pf.getImageableHeight() / bounds.getHeight(); + double width = scale * bounds.getWidth(); + int pages = (int) Math.ceil(width / pf.getImageableWidth()); + return pages; + } + + public int print(Graphics g, PageFormat pf, int page) throws PrinterException + { + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + if (page > getPageCount(g2, pf)) return Printable.NO_SUCH_PAGE; + g2.translate(pf.getImageableX(), pf.getImageableY()); + + drawPage(g2, pf, page); + return Printable.PAGE_EXISTS; + } + + public void drawPage(Graphics2D g2, PageFormat pf, int page) + { + if (message.equals("")) return; + page--; // account for cover page + + drawCropMarks(g2, pf); + g2.clip(new Rectangle2D.Double(0, 0, pf.getImageableWidth(), pf.getImageableHeight())); + g2.translate(-page * pf.getImageableWidth(), 0); + g2.scale(scale, scale); + FontRenderContext context = g2.getFontRenderContext(); + var f = new Font("Serif", Font.PLAIN, 72); + var layout = new TextLayout(message, f, context); + AffineTransform transform = AffineTransform.getTranslateInstance(0, layout.getAscent()); + Shape outline = layout.getOutline(transform); + g2.draw(outline); + } + + /** + * Draws 1/2" crop marks in the corners of the page. + * @param g2 the graphics context + * @param pf the page format + */ + public void drawCropMarks(Graphics2D g2, PageFormat pf) + { + final double C = 36; // crop mark length = 1/2 inch + double w = pf.getImageableWidth(); + double h = pf.getImageableHeight(); + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(0, 0, 0, C)); + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(0, 0, C, 0)); + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(w, 0, w, C)); + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(w, 0, w - C, 0)); + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(0, h, 0, h - C)); + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(0, h, C, h)); + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(w, h, w, h - C)); + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(w, h, w - C, h)); + } +} + +/** + * This class prints a cover page with a title. + */ +class CoverPage implements Printable +{ + private String title; + + /** + * Constructs a cover page. + * @param t the title + */ + public CoverPage(String t) + { + title = t; + } + + public int print(Graphics g, PageFormat pf, int page) throws PrinterException + { + if (page >= 1) return Printable.NO_SUCH_PAGE; + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + g2.setPaint(Color.black); + g2.translate(pf.getImageableX(), pf.getImageableY()); + FontRenderContext context = g2.getFontRenderContext(); + Font f = g2.getFont(); + var layout = new TextLayout(title, f, context); + float ascent = layout.getAscent(); + g2.drawString(title, 0, ascent); + return Printable.PAGE_EXISTS; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/BookTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/BookTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a62e071 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/BookTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,25 @@ +package book; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the printing of a multi-page book. It prints a "banner", by + * blowing up a text string to fill the entire page vertically. The program also contains + * a generic print preview dialog. + * @version 1.14 2018-05-10 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class BookTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new BookTestFrame(); + frame.setTitle("BookTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/BookTestFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/BookTestFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6316741 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/BookTestFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,85 @@ +package book; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.print.*; + +import javax.print.attribute.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This frame has a text field for the banner text and buttons for printing, page setup, and + * print preview. + */ +public class BookTestFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JTextField text; + private PageFormat pageFormat; + private PrintRequestAttributeSet attributes; + + public BookTestFrame() + { + text = new JTextField(); + add(text, BorderLayout.NORTH); + + attributes = new HashPrintRequestAttributeSet(); + + var buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + + var printButton = new JButton("Print"); + buttonPanel.add(printButton); + printButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + try + { + PrinterJob job = PrinterJob.getPrinterJob(); + job.setPageable(makeBook()); + if (job.printDialog(attributes)) + { + job.print(attributes); + } + } + catch (PrinterException e) + { + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(BookTestFrame.this, e); + } + }); + + var pageSetupButton = new JButton("Page setup"); + buttonPanel.add(pageSetupButton); + pageSetupButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + PrinterJob job = PrinterJob.getPrinterJob(); + pageFormat = job.pageDialog(attributes); + }); + + var printPreviewButton = new JButton("Print preview"); + buttonPanel.add(printPreviewButton); + printPreviewButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + var dialog = new PrintPreviewDialog(makeBook()); + dialog.setVisible(true); + }); + + add(buttonPanel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + pack(); + } + + /** + * Makes a book that contains a cover page and the pages for the banner. + */ + public Book makeBook() + { + if (pageFormat == null) + { + PrinterJob job = PrinterJob.getPrinterJob(); + pageFormat = job.defaultPage(); + } + var book = new Book(); + String message = text.getText(); + var banner = new Banner(message); + int pageCount = banner.getPageCount((Graphics2D) getGraphics(), pageFormat); + book.append(new CoverPage(message + " (" + pageCount + " pages)"), pageFormat); + book.append(banner, pageFormat, pageCount); + return book; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/PrintPreviewCanvas.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/PrintPreviewCanvas.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6fe05ce --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/PrintPreviewCanvas.java" @@ -0,0 +1,86 @@ +package book; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import java.awt.print.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * The canvas for displaying the print preview. + */ +class PrintPreviewCanvas extends JComponent +{ + private Book book; + private int currentPage; + + /** + * Constructs a print preview canvas. + * @param b the book to be previewed + */ + public PrintPreviewCanvas(Book b) + { + book = b; + currentPage = 0; + } + + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + PageFormat pageFormat = book.getPageFormat(currentPage); + + double xoff; // x offset of page start in window + double yoff; // y offset of page start in window + double scale; // scale factor to fit page in window + double px = pageFormat.getWidth(); + double py = pageFormat.getHeight(); + double sx = getWidth() - 1; + double sy = getHeight() - 1; + if (px / py < sx / sy) // center horizontally + { + scale = sy / py; + xoff = 0.5 * (sx - scale * px); + yoff = 0; + } + else + // center vertically + { + scale = sx / px; + xoff = 0; + yoff = 0.5 * (sy - scale * py); + } + g2.translate((float) xoff, (float) yoff); + g2.scale((float) scale, (float) scale); + + // draw page outline (ignoring margins) + var page = new Rectangle2D.Double(0, 0, px, py); + g2.setPaint(Color.white); + g2.fill(page); + g2.setPaint(Color.black); + g2.draw(page); + + Printable printable = book.getPrintable(currentPage); + try + { + printable.print(g2, pageFormat, currentPage); + } + catch (PrinterException e) + { + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(0, 0, px, py)); + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(px, 0, 0, py)); + } + } + + /** + * Flip the book by the given number of pages. + * @param by the number of pages to flip by. Negative values flip backwards. + */ + public void flipPage(int by) + { + int newPage = currentPage + by; + if (0 <= newPage && newPage < book.getNumberOfPages()) + { + currentPage = newPage; + repaint(); + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/PrintPreviewDialog.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/PrintPreviewDialog.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..ff83c69 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/book/PrintPreviewDialog.java" @@ -0,0 +1,67 @@ +package book; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.print.*; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This class implements a generic print preview dialog. + */ +public class PrintPreviewDialog extends JDialog +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 300; + + private PrintPreviewCanvas canvas; + + /** + * Constructs a print preview dialog. + * @param p a Printable + * @param pf the page format + * @param pages the number of pages in p + */ + public PrintPreviewDialog(Printable p, PageFormat pf, int pages) + { + var book = new Book(); + book.append(p, pf, pages); + layoutUI(book); + } + + /** + * Constructs a print preview dialog. + * @param b a Book + */ + public PrintPreviewDialog(Book b) + { + layoutUI(b); + } + + /** + * Lays out the UI of the dialog. + * @param book the book to be previewed + */ + public void layoutUI(Book book) + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + canvas = new PrintPreviewCanvas(book); + add(canvas, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + var buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + + var nextButton = new JButton("Next"); + buttonPanel.add(nextButton); + nextButton.addActionListener(event -> canvas.flipPage(1)); + + var previousButton = new JButton("Previous"); + buttonPanel.add(previousButton); + previousButton.addActionListener(event -> canvas.flipPage(-1)); + + var closeButton = new JButton("Close"); + buttonPanel.add(closeButton); + closeButton.addActionListener(event -> setVisible(false)); + + add(buttonPanel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/cj2.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/cj2.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..de744a6 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/cj2.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/cj8v2.png" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/cj8v2.png" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7b5031b Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/cj8v2.png" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/clouds.jpg" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/clouds.jpg" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..00dbcce Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/clouds.jpg" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/composite/CompositeComponent.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/composite/CompositeComponent.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9128f1a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/composite/CompositeComponent.java" @@ -0,0 +1,58 @@ +package composite; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import java.awt.image.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This component draws two shapes, composed with a composition rule. + */ +class CompositeComponent extends JComponent +{ + private int rule; + private Shape shape1; + private Shape shape2; + private float alpha; + + public CompositeComponent() + { + shape1 = new Ellipse2D.Double(100, 100, 150, 100); + shape2 = new Rectangle2D.Double(150, 150, 150, 100); + } + + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + + var image = new BufferedImage(getWidth(), getHeight(), BufferedImage.TYPE_INT_ARGB); + Graphics2D gImage = image.createGraphics(); + gImage.setPaint(Color.red); + gImage.fill(shape1); + AlphaComposite composite = AlphaComposite.getInstance(rule, alpha); + gImage.setComposite(composite); + gImage.setPaint(Color.blue); + gImage.fill(shape2); + g2.drawImage(image, null, 0, 0); + } + + /** + * Sets the composition rule. + * @param r the rule (as an AlphaComposite constant) + */ + public void setRule(int r) + { + rule = r; + repaint(); + } + + /** + * Sets the alpha of the source. + * @param a the alpha value between 0 and 100 + */ + public void setAlpha(int a) + { + alpha = (float) a / 100.0F; + repaint(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/composite/CompositeTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/composite/CompositeTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9b5e7a5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/composite/CompositeTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +package composite; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the Porter-Duff composition rules. + * @version 1.05 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class CompositeTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new CompositeTestFrame(); + frame.setTitle("CompositeTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/composite/CompositeTestFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/composite/CompositeTestFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f1b67a2 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/composite/CompositeTestFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,57 @@ +package composite; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This frame contains a combo box to choose a composition rule, a slider to change the + * source alpha channel, and a component that shows the composition. + */ +class CompositeTestFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 400; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 400; + + private CompositeComponent canvas; + private JComboBox ruleCombo; + private JSlider alphaSlider; + private JTextField explanation; + + public CompositeTestFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + canvas = new CompositeComponent(); + add(canvas, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + ruleCombo = new JComboBox<>(new Rule[] { new Rule("CLEAR", " ", " "), + new Rule("SRC", " S", " S"), new Rule("DST", " ", "DD"), + new Rule("SRC_OVER", " S", "DS"), new Rule("DST_OVER", " S", "DD"), + new Rule("SRC_IN", " ", " S"), new Rule("SRC_OUT", " S", " "), + new Rule("DST_IN", " ", " D"), new Rule("DST_OUT", " ", "D "), + new Rule("SRC_ATOP", " ", "DS"), new Rule("DST_ATOP", " S", " D"), + new Rule("XOR", " S", "D "), }); + ruleCombo.addActionListener(event -> + { + var r = (Rule) ruleCombo.getSelectedItem(); + canvas.setRule(r.getValue()); + explanation.setText(r.getExplanation()); + }); + + alphaSlider = new JSlider(0, 100, 75); + alphaSlider.addChangeListener(event -> canvas.setAlpha(alphaSlider.getValue())); + var panel = new JPanel(); + panel.add(ruleCombo); + panel.add(new JLabel("Alpha")); + panel.add(alphaSlider); + add(panel, BorderLayout.NORTH); + + explanation = new JTextField(); + add(explanation, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + + canvas.setAlpha(alphaSlider.getValue()); + Rule r = ruleCombo.getItemAt(ruleCombo.getSelectedIndex()); + canvas.setRule(r.getValue()); + explanation.setText(r.getExplanation()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/composite/Rule.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/composite/Rule.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..60edc77 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/composite/Rule.java" @@ -0,0 +1,66 @@ +package composite; + +import java.awt.*; + +/** + * This class describes a Porter-Duff rule. + */ +class Rule +{ + private String name; + private String porterDuff1; + private String porterDuff2; + + /** + * Constructs a Porter-Duff rule. + * @param n the rule name + * @param pd1 the first row of the Porter-Duff square + * @param pd2 the second row of the Porter-Duff square + */ + public Rule(String n, String pd1, String pd2) + { + name = n; + porterDuff1 = pd1; + porterDuff2 = pd2; + } + + /** + * Gets an explanation of the behavior of this rule. + * @return the explanation + */ + public String getExplanation() + { + var r = new StringBuilder("Source "); + if (porterDuff2.equals(" ")) r.append("clears"); + if (porterDuff2.equals(" S")) r.append("overwrites"); + if (porterDuff2.equals("DS")) r.append("blends with"); + if (porterDuff2.equals(" D")) r.append("alpha modifies"); + if (porterDuff2.equals("D ")) r.append("alpha complement modifies"); + if (porterDuff2.equals("DD")) r.append("does not affect"); + r.append(" destination"); + if (porterDuff1.equals(" S")) r.append(" and overwrites empty pixels"); + r.append("."); + return r.toString(); + } + + public String toString() + { + return name; + } + + /** + * Gets the value of this rule in the AlphaComposite class. + * @return the AlphaComposite constant value, or -1 if there is no matching constant + */ + public int getValue() + { + try + { + return (Integer) AlphaComposite.class.getField(name).get(null); + } + catch (Exception e) + { + return -1; + } + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageIO/ImageIOFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageIO/ImageIOFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..580ea9a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageIO/ImageIOFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,147 @@ +package imageIO; + +import java.awt.image.*; +import java.io.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.imageio.*; +import javax.imageio.stream.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.filechooser.*; + +/** + * This frame displays the loaded images. The menu has items for loading and saving files. + */ +public class ImageIOFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 400; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 400; + + private static Set writerFormats = getWriterFormats(); + + private BufferedImage[] images; + + public ImageIOFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + var fileMenu = new JMenu("File"); + var openItem = new JMenuItem("Open"); + openItem.addActionListener(event -> openFile()); + fileMenu.add(openItem); + + var saveMenu = new JMenu("Save"); + fileMenu.add(saveMenu); + Iterator iter = writerFormats.iterator(); + while (iter.hasNext()) + { + final String formatName = iter.next(); + var formatItem = new JMenuItem(formatName); + saveMenu.add(formatItem); + formatItem.addActionListener(event -> saveFile(formatName)); + } + + var exitItem = new JMenuItem("Exit"); + exitItem.addActionListener(event -> System.exit(0)); + fileMenu.add(exitItem); + + var menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + menuBar.add(fileMenu); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + } + + /** + * Open a file and load the images. + */ + public void openFile() + { + var chooser = new JFileChooser(); + chooser.setCurrentDirectory(new File(".")); + String[] extensions = ImageIO.getReaderFileSuffixes(); + chooser.setFileFilter(new FileNameExtensionFilter("Image files", extensions)); + int r = chooser.showOpenDialog(this); + if (r != JFileChooser.APPROVE_OPTION) return; + File f = chooser.getSelectedFile(); + Box box = Box.createVerticalBox(); + try + { + String name = f.getName(); + String suffix = name.substring(name.lastIndexOf('.') + 1); + Iterator iter = ImageIO.getImageReadersBySuffix(suffix); + ImageReader reader = iter.next(); + ImageInputStream imageIn = ImageIO.createImageInputStream(f); + reader.setInput(imageIn); + int count = reader.getNumImages(true); + images = new BufferedImage[count]; + for (int i = 0; i < count; i++) + { + images[i] = reader.read(i); + box.add(new JLabel(new ImageIcon(images[i]))); + } + } + catch (IOException e) + { + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(this, e); + } + setContentPane(new JScrollPane(box)); + validate(); + } + + /** + * Save the current image in a file. + * @param formatName the file format + */ + public void saveFile(final String formatName) + { + if (images == null) return; + Iterator iter = ImageIO.getImageWritersByFormatName(formatName); + ImageWriter writer = iter.next(); + var chooser = new JFileChooser(); + chooser.setCurrentDirectory(new File(".")); + String[] extensions = writer.getOriginatingProvider().getFileSuffixes(); + chooser.setFileFilter(new FileNameExtensionFilter("Image files", extensions)); + + int r = chooser.showSaveDialog(this); + if (r != JFileChooser.APPROVE_OPTION) return; + File f = chooser.getSelectedFile(); + try + { + ImageOutputStream imageOut = ImageIO.createImageOutputStream(f); + writer.setOutput(imageOut); + + writer.write(new IIOImage(images[0], null, null)); + for (int i = 1; i < images.length; i++) + { + var iioImage = new IIOImage(images[i], null, null); + if (writer.canInsertImage(i)) writer.writeInsert(i, iioImage, null); + } + } + catch (IOException e) + { + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(this, e); + } + } + + /** + * Gets a set of "preferred" format names of all image writers. The preferred format name + * is the first format name that a writer specifies. + * @return the format name set + */ + public static Set getWriterFormats() + { + var writerFormats = new TreeSet(); + var formatNames = List.of(ImageIO.getWriterFormatNames()); + while (formatNames.size() > 0) + { + String name = formatNames.iterator().next(); + Iterator iter = ImageIO.getImageWritersByFormatName(name); + ImageWriter writer = iter.next(); + String[] names = writer.getOriginatingProvider().getFormatNames(); + String format = names[0]; + if (format.equals(format.toLowerCase())) format = format.toUpperCase(); + writerFormats.add(format); + formatNames.removeAll(List.of(names)); + } + return writerFormats; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageIO/ImageIOTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageIO/ImageIOTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..406d488 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageIO/ImageIOTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +package imageIO; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program lets you read and write image files in the formats that the JDK supports. + * Multi-file images are supported. + * @version 1.05 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ImageIOTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new ImageIOFrame(); + frame.setTitle("CompositeTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageIO/e-mail.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageIO/e-mail.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3f8d7d7 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageIO/e-mail.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageProcessing/ImageProcessingFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageProcessing/ImageProcessingFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1ae7a55 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageProcessing/ImageProcessingFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,160 @@ +package imageProcessing; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import java.awt.image.*; +import java.io.*; + +import javax.imageio.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.filechooser.*; + +/** + * This frame has a menu to load an image and to specify various transformations, and a + * component to show the resulting image. + */ +public class ImageProcessingFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 400; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 400; + + private BufferedImage image; + + public ImageProcessingFrame() + { + setTitle("ImageProcessingTest"); + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + add(new JComponent() + { + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + if (image != null) g.drawImage(image, 0, 0, null); + } + }); + + var fileMenu = new JMenu("File"); + var openItem = new JMenuItem("Open"); + openItem.addActionListener(event -> openFile()); + fileMenu.add(openItem); + + var exitItem = new JMenuItem("Exit"); + exitItem.addActionListener(event -> System.exit(0)); + fileMenu.add(exitItem); + + var editMenu = new JMenu("Edit"); + var blurItem = new JMenuItem("Blur"); + blurItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + float weight = 1.0f / 9.0f; + float[] elements = new float[9]; + for (int i = 0; i < 9; i++) + elements[i] = weight; + convolve(elements); + }); + editMenu.add(blurItem); + + var sharpenItem = new JMenuItem("Sharpen"); + sharpenItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + float[] elements = { 0.0f, -1.0f, 0.0f, -1.0f, 5.f, -1.0f, 0.0f, -1.0f, 0.0f }; + convolve(elements); + }); + editMenu.add(sharpenItem); + + var brightenItem = new JMenuItem("Brighten"); + brightenItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + float a = 1.1f; + float b = 20.0f; + var op = new RescaleOp(a, b, null); + filter(op); + }); + editMenu.add(brightenItem); + + var edgeDetectItem = new JMenuItem("Edge detect"); + edgeDetectItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + float[] elements = { 0.0f, -1.0f, 0.0f, -1.0f, 4.f, -1.0f, 0.0f, -1.0f, 0.0f }; + convolve(elements); + }); + editMenu.add(edgeDetectItem); + + var negativeItem = new JMenuItem("Negative"); + negativeItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + short[] negative = new short[256 * 1]; + for (int i = 0; i < 256; i++) + negative[i] = (short) (255 - i); + var table = new ShortLookupTable(0, negative); + var op = new LookupOp(table, null); + filter(op); + }); + editMenu.add(negativeItem); + + var rotateItem = new JMenuItem("Rotate"); + rotateItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + if (image == null) return; + var transform = AffineTransform.getRotateInstance(Math.toRadians(5), + image.getWidth() / 2, image.getHeight() / 2); + var op = new AffineTransformOp(transform, + AffineTransformOp.TYPE_BICUBIC); + filter(op); + }); + editMenu.add(rotateItem); + + var menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + menuBar.add(fileMenu); + menuBar.add(editMenu); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + } + + /** + * Open a file and load the image. + */ + public void openFile() + { + var chooser = new JFileChooser("."); + chooser.setCurrentDirectory(new File(getClass().getPackage().getName())); + String[] extensions = ImageIO.getReaderFileSuffixes(); + chooser.setFileFilter(new FileNameExtensionFilter("Image files", extensions)); + int r = chooser.showOpenDialog(this); + if (r != JFileChooser.APPROVE_OPTION) return; + + try + { + Image img = ImageIO.read(chooser.getSelectedFile()); + image = new BufferedImage(img.getWidth(null), img.getHeight(null), + BufferedImage.TYPE_INT_RGB); + image.getGraphics().drawImage(img, 0, 0, null); + } + catch (IOException e) + { + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(this, e); + } + repaint(); + } + + /** + * Apply a filter and repaint. + * @param op the image operation to apply + */ + private void filter(BufferedImageOp op) + { + if (image == null) return; + image = op.filter(image, null); + repaint(); + } + + /** + * Apply a convolution and repaint. + * @param elements the convolution kernel (an array of 9 matrix elements) + */ + private void convolve(float[] elements) + { + var kernel = new Kernel(3, 3, elements); + var op = new ConvolveOp(kernel); + filter(op); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageProcessing/ImageProcessingTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageProcessing/ImageProcessingTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e684477 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/imageProcessing/ImageProcessingTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,22 @@ +package imageProcessing; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates various image processing operations. + * @version 1.05 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ImageProcessingTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new ImageProcessingFrame(); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/print/PrintComponent.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/print/PrintComponent.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4e040f3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/print/PrintComponent.java" @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +package print; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.font.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import java.awt.print.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This component generates a 2D graphics image for screen display and printing. + */ +public class PrintComponent extends JComponent implements Printable +{ + private static final Dimension PREFERRED_SIZE = new Dimension(300, 300); + + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + drawPage(g2); + } + + public int print(Graphics g, PageFormat pf, int page) throws PrinterException + { + if (page >= 1) return Printable.NO_SUCH_PAGE; + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + g2.translate(pf.getImageableX(), pf.getImageableY()); + g2.draw(new Rectangle2D.Double(0, 0, pf.getImageableWidth(), pf.getImageableHeight())); + + drawPage(g2); + return Printable.PAGE_EXISTS; + } + + /** + * This method draws the page both on the screen and the printer graphics context. + * @param g2 the graphics context + */ + public void drawPage(Graphics2D g2) + { + FontRenderContext context = g2.getFontRenderContext(); + var f = new Font("Serif", Font.PLAIN, 72); + var clipShape = new GeneralPath(); + + var layout = new TextLayout("Hello", f, context); + AffineTransform transform = AffineTransform.getTranslateInstance(0, 72); + Shape outline = layout.getOutline(transform); + clipShape.append(outline, false); + + layout = new TextLayout("World", f, context); + transform = AffineTransform.getTranslateInstance(0, 144); + outline = layout.getOutline(transform); + clipShape.append(outline, false); + + g2.draw(clipShape); + g2.clip(clipShape); + + final int NLINES = 50; + var p = new Point2D.Double(0, 0); + for (int i = 0; i < NLINES; i++) + { + double x = (2 * getWidth() * i) / NLINES; + double y = (2 * getHeight() * (NLINES - 1 - i)) / NLINES; + var q = new Point2D.Double(x, y); + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(p, q)); + } + } + + public Dimension getPreferredSize() { return PREFERRED_SIZE; } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/print/PrintTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/print/PrintTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7c907f7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/print/PrintTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +package print; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates how to print 2D graphics + * @version 1.14 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class PrintTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new PrintTestFrame(); + frame.setTitle("PrintTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/print/PrintTestFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/print/PrintTestFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..21e4fc9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/print/PrintTestFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,53 @@ +package print; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.print.*; + +import javax.print.attribute.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This frame shows a panel with 2D graphics and buttons to print the graphics and to set up + * the page format. + */ +public class PrintTestFrame extends JFrame +{ + private PrintComponent canvas; + private PrintRequestAttributeSet attributes; + + public PrintTestFrame() + { + canvas = new PrintComponent(); + add(canvas, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + attributes = new HashPrintRequestAttributeSet(); + + var buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + var printButton = new JButton("Print"); + buttonPanel.add(printButton); + printButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + try + { + PrinterJob job = PrinterJob.getPrinterJob(); + job.setPrintable(canvas); + if (job.printDialog(attributes)) job.print(attributes); + } + catch (PrinterException e) + { + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(PrintTestFrame.this, e); + } + }); + + var pageSetupButton = new JButton("Page setup"); + buttonPanel.add(pageSetupButton); + pageSetupButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + PrinterJob job = PrinterJob.getPrinterJob(); + job.pageDialog(attributes); + }); + + add(buttonPanel, BorderLayout.NORTH); + pack(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/printService/PrintServiceTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/printService/PrintServiceTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..97f7ea6 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/printService/PrintServiceTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,93 @@ +package printService; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.font.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import java.awt.print.*; +import java.io.*; +import javax.print.*; +import javax.print.attribute.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the use of stream print services. The program prints + * Java 2D shapes to a PostScript file. If you don't supply a file name on the command + * line, the output is saved to out.ps. + * @version 1.0 2018-06-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class PrintServiceTest +{ + // Set your image dimensions here + private static int IMAGE_WIDTH = 300; + private static int IMAGE_HEIGHT = 300; + + public static void draw(Graphics2D g2) + { + // Your drawing instructions go here + FontRenderContext context = g2.getFontRenderContext(); + var f = new Font("Serif", Font.PLAIN, 72); + var clipShape = new GeneralPath(); + + var layout = new TextLayout("Hello", f, context); + AffineTransform transform = AffineTransform.getTranslateInstance(0, 72); + Shape outline = layout.getOutline(transform); + clipShape.append(outline, false); + + layout = new TextLayout("World", f, context); + transform = AffineTransform.getTranslateInstance(0, 144); + outline = layout.getOutline(transform); + clipShape.append(outline, false); + + g2.draw(clipShape); + g2.clip(clipShape); + + final int NLINES = 50; + var p = new Point2D.Double(0, 0); + for (int i = 0; i < NLINES; i++) + { + double x = (2 * IMAGE_WIDTH * i) / NLINES; + double y = (2 * IMAGE_HEIGHT * (NLINES - 1 - i)) / NLINES; + var q = new Point2D.Double(x, y); + g2.draw(new Line2D.Double(p, q)); + } + } + + public static void main(String[] args) throws IOException, PrintException + { + String fileName = args.length > 0 ? args[0] : "out.ps"; + DocFlavor flavor = DocFlavor.SERVICE_FORMATTED.PRINTABLE; + String mimeType = "application/postscript"; + StreamPrintServiceFactory[] factories + = StreamPrintServiceFactory.lookupStreamPrintServiceFactories(flavor, mimeType); + var out = new FileOutputStream(fileName); + if (factories.length > 0) + { + PrintService service = factories[0].getPrintService(out); + var doc = new SimpleDoc(new Printable() + { + public int print(Graphics g, PageFormat pf, int page) + { + if (page >= 1) return Printable.NO_SUCH_PAGE; + else + { + double sf1 = pf.getImageableWidth() / (IMAGE_WIDTH + 1); + double sf2 = pf.getImageableHeight() / (IMAGE_HEIGHT + 1); + double s = Math.min(sf1, sf2); + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + g2.translate((pf.getWidth() - pf.getImageableWidth()) / 2, + (pf.getHeight() - pf.getImageableHeight()) / 2); + g2.scale(s, s); + + draw(g2); + return Printable.PAGE_EXISTS; + } + } + }, flavor, null); + DocPrintJob job = service.createPrintJob(); + var attributes = new HashPrintRequestAttributeSet(); + job.print(doc, attributes); + } + else + System.out.println("No factories for " + mimeType); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/rasterImage/RasterImageFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/rasterImage/RasterImageFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3e93b64 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/rasterImage/RasterImageFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,68 @@ +package rasterImage; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.image.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This frame shows an image with a Mandelbrot set. + */ +public class RasterImageFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final double XMIN = -2; + private static final double XMAX = 2; + private static final double YMIN = -2; + private static final double YMAX = 2; + private static final int MAX_ITERATIONS = 16; + private static final int IMAGE_WIDTH = 400; + private static final int IMAGE_HEIGHT = 400; + + public RasterImageFrame() + { + BufferedImage image = makeMandelbrot(IMAGE_WIDTH, IMAGE_HEIGHT); + add(new JLabel(new ImageIcon(image))); + pack(); + } + + /** + * Makes the Mandelbrot image. + * @param width the width + * @parah height the height + * @return the image + */ + public BufferedImage makeMandelbrot(int width, int height) + { + var image = new BufferedImage(width, height, BufferedImage.TYPE_INT_ARGB); + WritableRaster raster = image.getRaster(); + ColorModel model = image.getColorModel(); + + Color fractalColor = Color.RED; + int argb = fractalColor.getRGB(); + Object colorData = model.getDataElements(argb, null); + + for (int i = 0; i < width; i++) + for (int j = 0; j < height; j++) + { + double a = XMIN + i * (XMAX - XMIN) / width; + double b = YMIN + j * (YMAX - YMIN) / height; + if (!escapesToInfinity(a, b)) raster.setDataElements(i, j, colorData); + } + return image; + } + + private boolean escapesToInfinity(double a, double b) + { + double x = 0.0; + double y = 0.0; + int iterations = 0; + while (x <= 2 && y <= 2 && iterations < MAX_ITERATIONS) + { + double xnew = x * x - y * y + a; + double ynew = 2 * x * y + b; + x = xnew; + y = ynew; + iterations++; + } + return x > 2 || y > 2; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/rasterImage/RasterImageTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/rasterImage/RasterImageTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..72bce00 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/rasterImage/RasterImageTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +package rasterImage; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates how to build up an image from individual pixels. + * @version 1.15 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class RasterImageTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new RasterImageFrame(); + frame.setTitle("RasterImageTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/shape/ShapeTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/shape/ShapeTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0368e9a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/shape/ShapeTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,347 @@ +package shape; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import java.util.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates the various 2D shapes. + * @version 1.04 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ShapeTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new ShapeTestFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ShapeTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * This frame contains a combo box to select a shape and a component to draw it. + */ +class ShapeTestFrame extends JFrame +{ + public ShapeTestFrame() + { + var comp = new ShapeComponent(); + add(comp, BorderLayout.CENTER); + var comboBox = new JComboBox(); + comboBox.addItem(new LineMaker()); + comboBox.addItem(new RectangleMaker()); + comboBox.addItem(new RoundRectangleMaker()); + comboBox.addItem(new EllipseMaker()); + comboBox.addItem(new ArcMaker()); + comboBox.addItem(new PolygonMaker()); + comboBox.addItem(new QuadCurveMaker()); + comboBox.addItem(new CubicCurveMaker()); + comboBox.addActionListener(event -> + { + ShapeMaker shapeMaker = comboBox.getItemAt(comboBox.getSelectedIndex()); + comp.setShapeMaker(shapeMaker); + }); + add(comboBox, BorderLayout.NORTH); + comp.setShapeMaker((ShapeMaker) comboBox.getItemAt(0)); + pack(); + } +} + +/** + * This component draws a shape and allows the user to move the points that define it. + */ +class ShapeComponent extends JComponent +{ + private static final Dimension PREFERRED_SIZE = new Dimension(300, 200); + private Point2D[] points; + private static Random generator = new Random(); + private static int SIZE = 10; + private int current; + private ShapeMaker shapeMaker; + + public ShapeComponent() + { + addMouseListener(new MouseAdapter() + { + public void mousePressed(MouseEvent event) + { + Point p = event.getPoint(); + for (int i = 0; i < points.length; i++) + { + double x = points[i].getX() - SIZE / 2; + double y = points[i].getY() - SIZE / 2; + var r = new Rectangle2D.Double(x, y, SIZE, SIZE); + if (r.contains(p)) + { + current = i; + return; + } + } + } + + public void mouseReleased(MouseEvent event) + { + current = -1; + } + }); + addMouseMotionListener(new MouseMotionAdapter() + { + public void mouseDragged(MouseEvent event) + { + if (current == -1) return; + points[current] = event.getPoint(); + repaint(); + } + }); + current = -1; + } + + /** + * Set a shape maker and initialize it with a random point set. + * @param aShapeMaker a shape maker that defines a shape from a point set + */ + public void setShapeMaker(ShapeMaker aShapeMaker) + { + shapeMaker = aShapeMaker; + int n = shapeMaker.getPointCount(); + points = new Point2D[n]; + for (int i = 0; i < n; i++) + { + double x = generator.nextDouble() * getWidth(); + double y = generator.nextDouble() * getHeight(); + points[i] = new Point2D.Double(x, y); + } + repaint(); + } + + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + if (points == null) return; + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + for (int i = 0; i < points.length; i++) + { + double x = points[i].getX() - SIZE / 2; + double y = points[i].getY() - SIZE / 2; + g2.fill(new Rectangle2D.Double(x, y, SIZE, SIZE)); + } + + g2.draw(shapeMaker.makeShape(points)); + } + + public Dimension getPreferredSize() { return PREFERRED_SIZE; } +} + +/** + * A shape maker can make a shape from a point set. Concrete subclasses must return a shape in + * the makeShape method. + */ +abstract class ShapeMaker +{ + private int pointCount; + + /** + * Constructs a shape maker. + * @param pointCount the number of points needed to define this shape + */ + public ShapeMaker(int pointCount) + { + this.pointCount = pointCount; + } + + /** + * Gets the number of points needed to define this shape. + * @return the point count + */ + public int getPointCount() + { + return pointCount; + } + + /** + * Makes a shape out of the given point set. + * @param p the points that define the shape + * @return the shape defined by the points + */ + public abstract Shape makeShape(Point2D[] p); + + public String toString() + { + return getClass().getName(); + } +} + +/** + * Makes a line that joins two given points. + */ +class LineMaker extends ShapeMaker +{ + public LineMaker() + { + super(2); + } + + public Shape makeShape(Point2D[] p) + { + return new Line2D.Double(p[0], p[1]); + } +} + +/** + * Makes a rectangle that joins two given corner points. + */ +class RectangleMaker extends ShapeMaker +{ + public RectangleMaker() + { + super(2); + } + + public Shape makeShape(Point2D[] p) + { + var s = new Rectangle2D.Double(); + s.setFrameFromDiagonal(p[0], p[1]); + return s; + } +} + +/** + * Makes a round rectangle that joins two given corner points. + */ +class RoundRectangleMaker extends ShapeMaker +{ + public RoundRectangleMaker() + { + super(2); + } + + public Shape makeShape(Point2D[] p) + { + var s = new RoundRectangle2D.Double(0, 0, 0, 0, 20, 20); + s.setFrameFromDiagonal(p[0], p[1]); + return s; + } +} + +/** + * Makes an ellipse contained in a bounding box with two given corner points. + */ +class EllipseMaker extends ShapeMaker +{ + public EllipseMaker() + { + super(2); + } + + public Shape makeShape(Point2D[] p) + { + var s = new Ellipse2D.Double(); + s.setFrameFromDiagonal(p[0], p[1]); + return s; + } +} + +/** + * Makes an arc contained in a bounding box with two given corner points, and with starting + * and ending angles given by lines emanating from the center of the bounding box and ending + * in two given points. To show the correctness of the angle computation, the returned shape + * contains the arc, the bounding box, and the lines. + */ +class ArcMaker extends ShapeMaker +{ + public ArcMaker() + { + super(4); + } + + public Shape makeShape(Point2D[] p) + { + double centerX = (p[0].getX() + p[1].getX()) / 2; + double centerY = (p[0].getY() + p[1].getY()) / 2; + double width = Math.abs(p[1].getX() - p[0].getX()); + double height = Math.abs(p[1].getY() - p[0].getY()); + + double skewedStartAngle = Math.toDegrees(Math.atan2(-(p[2].getY() - centerY) * width, + (p[2].getX() - centerX) * height)); + double skewedEndAngle = Math.toDegrees(Math.atan2(-(p[3].getY() - centerY) * width, + (p[3].getX() - centerX) * height)); + double skewedAngleDifference = skewedEndAngle - skewedStartAngle; + if (skewedStartAngle < 0) skewedStartAngle += 360; + if (skewedAngleDifference < 0) skewedAngleDifference += 360; + + var s = new Arc2D.Double(0, 0, 0, 0, + skewedStartAngle, skewedAngleDifference, Arc2D.OPEN); + s.setFrameFromDiagonal(p[0], p[1]); + + var g = new GeneralPath(); + g.append(s, false); + var r = new Rectangle2D.Double(); + r.setFrameFromDiagonal(p[0], p[1]); + g.append(r, false); + var center = new Point2D.Double(centerX, centerY); + g.append(new Line2D.Double(center, p[2]), false); + g.append(new Line2D.Double(center, p[3]), false); + return g; + } +} + +/** + * Makes a polygon defined by six corner points. + */ +class PolygonMaker extends ShapeMaker +{ + public PolygonMaker() + { + super(6); + } + + public Shape makeShape(Point2D[] p) + { + var s = new GeneralPath(); + s.moveTo((float) p[0].getX(), (float) p[0].getY()); + for (int i = 1; i < p.length; i++) + s.lineTo((float) p[i].getX(), (float) p[i].getY()); + s.closePath(); + return s; + } +} + +/** + * Makes a quad curve defined by two end points and a control point. + */ +class QuadCurveMaker extends ShapeMaker +{ + public QuadCurveMaker() + { + super(3); + } + + public Shape makeShape(Point2D[] p) + { + return new QuadCurve2D.Double(p[0].getX(), p[0].getY(), p[1].getX(), p[1].getY(), + p[2].getX(), p[2].getY()); + } +} + +/** + * Makes a cubic curve defined by two end points and two control points. + */ +class CubicCurveMaker extends ShapeMaker +{ + public CubicCurveMaker() + { + super(4); + } + + public Shape makeShape(Point2D[] p) + { + return new CubicCurve2D.Double(p[0].getX(), p[0].getY(), p[1].getX(), p[1].getY(), + p[2].getX(), p[2].getY(), p[3].getX(), p[3].getY()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/stroke/StrokeTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/stroke/StrokeTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f2c472b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/stroke/StrokeTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,222 @@ +package stroke; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.awt.geom.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates different stroke types. + * @version 1.05 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class StrokeTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new StrokeTestFrame(); + frame.setTitle("StrokeTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * This frame lets the user choose the cap, join, and line style, and shows the resulting + * stroke. + */ +class StrokeTestFrame extends JFrame +{ + private StrokeComponent canvas; + private JPanel buttonPanel; + + public StrokeTestFrame() + { + canvas = new StrokeComponent(); + add(canvas, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + buttonPanel.setLayout(new GridLayout(3, 3)); + add(buttonPanel, BorderLayout.NORTH); + + var group1 = new ButtonGroup(); + makeCapButton("Butt Cap", BasicStroke.CAP_BUTT, group1); + makeCapButton("Round Cap", BasicStroke.CAP_ROUND, group1); + makeCapButton("Square Cap", BasicStroke.CAP_SQUARE, group1); + + var group2 = new ButtonGroup(); + makeJoinButton("Miter Join", BasicStroke.JOIN_MITER, group2); + makeJoinButton("Bevel Join", BasicStroke.JOIN_BEVEL, group2); + makeJoinButton("Round Join", BasicStroke.JOIN_ROUND, group2); + + var group3 = new ButtonGroup(); + makeDashButton("Solid Line", false, group3); + makeDashButton("Dashed Line", true, group3); + } + + /** + * Makes a radio button to change the cap style. + * @param label the button label + * @param style the cap style + * @param group the radio button group + */ + private void makeCapButton(String label, final int style, ButtonGroup group) + { + // select first button in group + boolean selected = group.getButtonCount() == 0; + var button = new JRadioButton(label, selected); + buttonPanel.add(button); + group.add(button); + button.addActionListener(event -> canvas.setCap(style)); + pack(); + } + + /** + * Makes a radio button to change the join style. + * @param label the button label + * @param style the join style + * @param group the radio button group + */ + private void makeJoinButton(String label, final int style, ButtonGroup group) + { + // select first button in group + boolean selected = group.getButtonCount() == 0; + var button = new JRadioButton(label, selected); + buttonPanel.add(button); + group.add(button); + button.addActionListener(event -> canvas.setJoin(style)); + } + + /** + * Makes a radio button to set solid or dashed lines. + * @param label the button label + * @param style false for solid, true for dashed lines + * @param group the radio button group + */ + private void makeDashButton(String label, final boolean style, ButtonGroup group) + { + // select first button in group + boolean selected = group.getButtonCount() == 0; + var button = new JRadioButton(label, selected); + buttonPanel.add(button); + group.add(button); + button.addActionListener(event -> canvas.setDash(style)); + } +} + +/** + * This component draws two joined lines, using different stroke objects, and allows the user + * to drag the three points defining the lines. + */ +class StrokeComponent extends JComponent +{ + private static final Dimension PREFERRED_SIZE = new Dimension(400, 400); + private static int SIZE = 10; + + private Point2D[] points; + private int current; + private float width; + private int cap; + private int join; + private boolean dash; + + public StrokeComponent() + { + addMouseListener(new MouseAdapter() + { + public void mousePressed(MouseEvent event) + { + Point p = event.getPoint(); + for (int i = 0; i < points.length; i++) + { + double x = points[i].getX() - SIZE / 2; + double y = points[i].getY() - SIZE / 2; + var r = new Rectangle2D.Double(x, y, SIZE, SIZE); + if (r.contains(p)) + { + current = i; + return; + } + } + } + + public void mouseReleased(MouseEvent event) + { + current = -1; + } + }); + + addMouseMotionListener(new MouseMotionAdapter() + { + public void mouseDragged(MouseEvent event) + { + if (current == -1) return; + points[current] = event.getPoint(); + repaint(); + } + }); + + points = new Point2D[3]; + points[0] = new Point2D.Double(200, 100); + points[1] = new Point2D.Double(100, 200); + points[2] = new Point2D.Double(200, 200); + current = -1; + width = 8.0F; + } + + public void paintComponent(Graphics g) + { + var g2 = (Graphics2D) g; + var path = new GeneralPath(); + path.moveTo((float) points[0].getX(), (float) points[0].getY()); + for (int i = 1; i < points.length; i++) + path.lineTo((float) points[i].getX(), (float) points[i].getY()); + BasicStroke stroke; + if (dash) + { + float miterLimit = 10.0F; + float[] dashPattern = { 10F, 10F, 10F, 10F, 10F, 10F, 30F, 10F, 30F, 10F, 30F, 10F, + 10F, 10F, 10F, 10F, 10F, 30F }; + float dashPhase = 0; + stroke = new BasicStroke(width, cap, join, miterLimit, dashPattern, dashPhase); + } + else stroke = new BasicStroke(width, cap, join); + g2.setStroke(stroke); + g2.draw(path); + } + + /** + * Sets the join style. + * @param j the join style + */ + public void setJoin(int j) + { + join = j; + repaint(); + } + + /** + * Sets the cap style. + * @param c the cap style + */ + public void setCap(int c) + { + cap = c; + repaint(); + } + + /** + * Sets solid or dashed lines. + * @param d false for solid, true for dashed lines + */ + public void setDash(boolean d) + { + dash = d; + repaint(); + } + + public Dimension getPreferredSize() { return PREFERRED_SIZE; } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/table/TableTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/table/TableTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dbbd773 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/table/TableTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,62 @@ +package table; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.print.*; + +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates how to show a simple table. + * @version 1.14 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class TableTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new PlanetTableFrame(); + frame.setTitle("TableTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * This frame contains a table of planet data. + */ +class PlanetTableFrame extends JFrame +{ + private String[] columnNames = { "Planet", "Radius", "Moons", "Gaseous", "Color" }; + private Object[][] cells = + { + { "Mercury", 2440.0, 0, false, Color.YELLOW }, + { "Venus", 6052.0, 0, false, Color.YELLOW }, + { "Earth", 6378.0, 1, false, Color.BLUE }, + { "Mars", 3397.0, 2, false, Color.RED }, + { "Jupiter", 71492.0, 16, true, Color.ORANGE }, + { "Saturn", 60268.0, 18, true, Color.ORANGE }, + { "Uranus", 25559.0, 17, true, Color.BLUE }, + { "Neptune", 24766.0, 8, true, Color.BLUE }, + { "Pluto", 1137.0, 1, false, Color.BLACK } + }; + + public PlanetTableFrame() + { + var table = new JTable(cells, columnNames); + table.setAutoCreateRowSorter(true); + add(new JScrollPane(table), BorderLayout.CENTER); + var printButton = new JButton("Print"); + printButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + try { table.print(); } + catch (SecurityException | PrinterException e) { e.printStackTrace(); } + }); + var buttonPanel = new JPanel(); + buttonPanel.add(printButton); + add(buttonPanel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + pack(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/ColorTableCellEditor.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/ColorTableCellEditor.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..818b497 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/ColorTableCellEditor.java" @@ -0,0 +1,69 @@ +package tableCellRender; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.beans.*; +import java.util.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.table.*; + +/** + * This editor pops up a color dialog to edit a cell value. + */ +public class ColorTableCellEditor extends AbstractCellEditor implements TableCellEditor +{ + private JColorChooser colorChooser; + private JDialog colorDialog; + private JPanel panel; + + public ColorTableCellEditor() + { + panel = new JPanel(); + // prepare color dialog + + colorChooser = new JColorChooser(); + colorDialog = JColorChooser.createDialog(null, "Planet Color", false, colorChooser, + EventHandler.create(ActionListener.class, this, "stopCellEditing"), + EventHandler.create(ActionListener.class, this, "cancelCellEditing")); + } + + public Component getTableCellEditorComponent(JTable table, Object value, + boolean isSelected, int row, int column) + { + // this is where we get the current Color value. We store it in the dialog in case the + // user starts editing + colorChooser.setColor((Color) value); + return panel; + } + + public boolean shouldSelectCell(EventObject anEvent) + { + // start editing + colorDialog.setVisible(true); + + // tell caller it is ok to select this cell + return true; + } + + public void cancelCellEditing() + { + // editing is canceled--hide dialog + colorDialog.setVisible(false); + super.cancelCellEditing(); + } + + public boolean stopCellEditing() + { + // editing is complete--hide dialog + colorDialog.setVisible(false); + super.stopCellEditing(); + + // tell caller it is ok to use color value + return true; + } + + public Object getCellEditorValue() + { + return colorChooser.getColor(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/ColorTableCellRenderer.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/ColorTableCellRenderer.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f2387c7 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/ColorTableCellRenderer.java" @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +package tableCellRender; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.table.*; + +/** + * This renderer renders a color value as a panel with the given color. + */ +public class ColorTableCellRenderer extends JPanel implements TableCellRenderer +{ + public Component getTableCellRendererComponent(JTable table, Object value, + boolean isSelected, boolean hasFocus, int row, int column) + { + setBackground((Color) value); + if (hasFocus) setBorder(UIManager.getBorder("Table.focusCellHighlightBorder")); + else setBorder(null); + return this; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Earth.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Earth.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5982457 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Earth.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Jupiter.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Jupiter.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..32d271d Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Jupiter.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Mars.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Mars.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..234d36f Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Mars.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Mercury.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Mercury.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9fd78a5 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Mercury.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Moons.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Moons.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f993d3e Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Moons.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Neptune.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Neptune.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..33b18f2 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Neptune.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/PlanetTableModel.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/PlanetTableModel.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..019abd1 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/PlanetTableModel.java" @@ -0,0 +1,78 @@ +package tableCellRender; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.table.*; + +/** + * The planet table model specifies the values, rendering and editing properties for the + * planet data. + */ +public class PlanetTableModel extends AbstractTableModel +{ + public static final int PLANET_COLUMN = 0; + public static final int MOONS_COLUMN = 2; + public static final int GASEOUS_COLUMN = 3; + public static final int COLOR_COLUMN = 4; + + private Object[][] cells = + { + { "Mercury", 2440.0, 0, false, Color.YELLOW, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Mercury.gif")) }, + { "Venus", 6052.0, 0, false, Color.YELLOW, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Venus.gif")) }, + { "Earth", 6378.0, 1, false, Color.BLUE, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Earth.gif")) }, + { "Mars", 3397.0, 2, false, Color.RED, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Mars.gif")) }, + { "Jupiter", 71492.0, 16, true, Color.ORANGE, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Jupiter.gif")) }, + { "Saturn", 60268.0, 18, true, Color.ORANGE, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Saturn.gif")) }, + { "Uranus", 25559.0, 17, true, Color.BLUE, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Uranus.gif")) }, + { "Neptune", 24766.0, 8, true, Color.BLUE, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Neptune.gif")) }, + { "Pluto", 1137.0, 1, false, Color.BLACK, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Pluto.gif")) } + }; + + private String[] columnNames = { "Planet", "Radius", "Moons", "Gaseous", + "Color", "Image" }; + + public String getColumnName(int c) + { + return columnNames[c]; + } + + public Class getColumnClass(int c) + { + return cells[0][c].getClass(); + } + + public int getColumnCount() + { + return cells[0].length; + } + + public int getRowCount() + { + return cells.length; + } + + public Object getValueAt(int r, int c) + { + return cells[r][c]; + } + + public void setValueAt(Object obj, int r, int c) + { + cells[r][c] = obj; + } + + public boolean isCellEditable(int r, int c) + { + return c == PLANET_COLUMN || c == MOONS_COLUMN || c == GASEOUS_COLUMN + || c == COLOR_COLUMN; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Pluto.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Pluto.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3909638 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Pluto.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Saturn.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Saturn.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b4c6144 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Saturn.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/TableCellRenderFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/TableCellRenderFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..cd41282 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/TableCellRenderFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ +package tableCellRender; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.table.*; + +/** + * This frame contains a table of planet data. + */ +public class TableCellRenderFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 600; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 400; + + public TableCellRenderFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + var model = new PlanetTableModel(); + var table = new JTable(model); + table.setRowSelectionAllowed(false); + + // set up renderers and editors + + table.setDefaultRenderer(Color.class, new ColorTableCellRenderer()); + table.setDefaultEditor(Color.class, new ColorTableCellEditor()); + + var moonCombo = new JComboBox(); + for (int i = 0; i <= 20; i++) + moonCombo.addItem(i); + + TableColumnModel columnModel = table.getColumnModel(); + TableColumn moonColumn = columnModel.getColumn(PlanetTableModel.MOONS_COLUMN); + moonColumn.setCellEditor(new DefaultCellEditor(moonCombo)); + moonColumn.setHeaderRenderer(table.getDefaultRenderer(ImageIcon.class)); + moonColumn.setHeaderValue(new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Moons.gif"))); + + // show table + + table.setRowHeight(100); + add(new JScrollPane(table), BorderLayout.CENTER); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/TableCellRenderTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/TableCellRenderTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d1c0028 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/TableCellRenderTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +package tableCellRender; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates cell rendering and editing in a table. + * @version 1.05 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class TableCellRenderTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + + var frame = new TableCellRenderFrame(); + frame.setTitle("TableCellRenderTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Uranus.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Uranus.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e9baa5d Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Uranus.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Venus.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Venus.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8552313 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableCellRender/Venus.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableModel/InvestmentTable.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableModel/InvestmentTable.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e79f919 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableModel/InvestmentTable.java" @@ -0,0 +1,88 @@ +package tableModel; + +import java.awt.*; + +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.table.*; + +/** + * This program shows how to build a table from a table model. + * @version 1.05 2021-09-09 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class InvestmentTable +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new InvestmentTableFrame(); + frame.setTitle("InvestmentTable"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + +/** + * This frame contains the investment table. + */ +class InvestmentTableFrame extends JFrame +{ + public InvestmentTableFrame() + { + var model = new InvestmentTableModel(30, 5, 10); + var table = new JTable(model); + add(new JScrollPane(table)); + pack(); + } +} + +/** + * This table model computes the cell entries each time they are requested. The table contents + * shows the growth of an investment for a number of years under different interest rates. + */ +class InvestmentTableModel extends AbstractTableModel +{ + private static double INITIAL_BALANCE = 100000.0; + + private int years; + private int minRate; + private int maxRate; + + /** + * Constructs an investment table model. + * @param y the number of years + * @param r1 the lowest interest rate to tabulate + * @param r2 the highest interest rate to tabulate + */ + public InvestmentTableModel(int y, int r1, int r2) + { + years = y; + minRate = r1; + maxRate = r2; + } + + public int getRowCount() + { + return years; + } + + public int getColumnCount() + { + return maxRate - minRate + 1; + } + + public Object getValueAt(int r, int c) + { + double rate = (c + minRate) / 100.0; + int nperiods = r; + double futureBalance = INITIAL_BALANCE * Math.pow(1 + rate, nperiods); + return "%.2f".formatted(futureBalance); + } + + public String getColumnName(int c) + { + return (c + minRate) + "%"; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Earth.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Earth.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5982457 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Earth.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Jupiter.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Jupiter.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..32d271d Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Jupiter.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Mars.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Mars.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..234d36f Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Mars.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Mercury.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Mercury.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9fd78a5 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Mercury.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Neptune.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Neptune.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..33b18f2 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Neptune.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/PlanetTableFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/PlanetTableFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d38cd6 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/PlanetTableFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,194 @@ +package tableRowColumn; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.table.*; + +/** + * This frame contains a table of planet data. + */ +public class PlanetTableFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 600; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 500; + + public static final int COLOR_COLUMN = 4; + public static final int IMAGE_COLUMN = 5; + + private JTable table; + private HashSet removedRowIndices; + private ArrayList removedColumns; + private JCheckBoxMenuItem rowsItem; + private JCheckBoxMenuItem columnsItem; + private JCheckBoxMenuItem cellsItem; + + private String[] columnNames = { "Planet", "Radius", "Moons", "Gaseous", "Color", "Image" }; + + private Object[][] cells = { + { "Mercury", 2440.0, 0, false, Color.YELLOW, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Mercury.gif")) }, + { "Venus", 6052.0, 0, false, Color.YELLOW, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Venus.gif")) }, + { "Earth", 6378.0, 1, false, Color.BLUE, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Earth.gif")) }, + { "Mars", 3397.0, 2, false, Color.RED, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Mars.gif")) }, + { "Jupiter", 71492.0, 16, true, Color.ORANGE, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Jupiter.gif")) }, + { "Saturn", 60268.0, 18, true, Color.ORANGE, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Saturn.gif")) }, + { "Uranus", 25559.0, 17, true, Color.BLUE, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Uranus.gif")) }, + { "Neptune", 24766.0, 8, true, Color.BLUE, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Neptune.gif")) }, + { "Pluto", 1137.0, 1, false, Color.BLACK, + new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("Pluto.gif")) } }; + + public PlanetTableFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + var model = new DefaultTableModel(cells, columnNames) + { + public Class getColumnClass(int c) + { + return cells[0][c].getClass(); + } + }; + + table = new JTable(model); + + table.setRowHeight(100); + table.getColumnModel().getColumn(COLOR_COLUMN).setMinWidth(250); + table.getColumnModel().getColumn(IMAGE_COLUMN).setMinWidth(100); + + var sorter = new TableRowSorter(model); + table.setRowSorter(sorter); + sorter.setComparator(COLOR_COLUMN, Comparator.comparing(Color::getBlue) + .thenComparing(Color::getGreen).thenComparing(Color::getRed)); + sorter.setSortable(IMAGE_COLUMN, false); + add(new JScrollPane(table), BorderLayout.CENTER); + + removedRowIndices = new HashSet<>(); + removedColumns = new ArrayList<>(); + + var filter = new RowFilter() + { + public boolean include(Entry entry) + { + return !removedRowIndices.contains(entry.getIdentifier()); + } + }; + + // create menu + + var menuBar = new JMenuBar(); + setJMenuBar(menuBar); + + var selectionMenu = new JMenu("Selection"); + menuBar.add(selectionMenu); + + rowsItem = new JCheckBoxMenuItem("Rows"); + columnsItem = new JCheckBoxMenuItem("Columns"); + cellsItem = new JCheckBoxMenuItem("Cells"); + + rowsItem.setSelected(table.getRowSelectionAllowed()); + columnsItem.setSelected(table.getColumnSelectionAllowed()); + cellsItem.setSelected(table.getCellSelectionEnabled()); + + rowsItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + table.clearSelection(); + table.setRowSelectionAllowed(rowsItem.isSelected()); + updateCheckboxMenuItems(); + }); + selectionMenu.add(rowsItem); + + columnsItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + table.clearSelection(); + table.setColumnSelectionAllowed(columnsItem.isSelected()); + updateCheckboxMenuItems(); + }); + selectionMenu.add(columnsItem); + + cellsItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + table.clearSelection(); + table.setCellSelectionEnabled(cellsItem.isSelected()); + updateCheckboxMenuItems(); + }); + selectionMenu.add(cellsItem); + + var tableMenu = new JMenu("Edit"); + menuBar.add(tableMenu); + + var hideColumnsItem = new JMenuItem("Hide Columns"); + hideColumnsItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + int[] selected = table.getSelectedColumns(); + TableColumnModel columnModel = table.getColumnModel(); + + // remove columns from view, starting at the last + // index so that column numbers aren't affected + + for (int i = selected.length - 1; i >= 0; i--) + { + TableColumn column = columnModel.getColumn(selected[i]); + table.removeColumn(column); + + // store removed columns for "show columns" command + + removedColumns.add(column); + } + }); + tableMenu.add(hideColumnsItem); + + var showColumnsItem = new JMenuItem("Show Columns"); + showColumnsItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + // restore all removed columns + for (TableColumn tc : removedColumns) + table.addColumn(tc); + removedColumns.clear(); + }); + tableMenu.add(showColumnsItem); + + var hideRowsItem = new JMenuItem("Hide Rows"); + hideRowsItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + int[] selected = table.getSelectedRows(); + for (int i : selected) + removedRowIndices.add(table.convertRowIndexToModel(i)); + sorter.setRowFilter(filter); + }); + tableMenu.add(hideRowsItem); + + var showRowsItem = new JMenuItem("Show Rows"); + showRowsItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + removedRowIndices.clear(); + sorter.setRowFilter(filter); + }); + tableMenu.add(showRowsItem); + + var printSelectionItem = new JMenuItem("Print Selection"); + printSelectionItem.addActionListener(event -> + { + int[] selected = table.getSelectedRows(); + System.out.println("Selected rows: " + Arrays.toString(selected)); + selected = table.getSelectedColumns(); + System.out.println("Selected columns: " + Arrays.toString(selected)); + }); + tableMenu.add(printSelectionItem); + } + + private void updateCheckboxMenuItems() + { + rowsItem.setSelected(table.getRowSelectionAllowed()); + columnsItem.setSelected(table.getColumnSelectionAllowed()); + cellsItem.setSelected(table.getCellSelectionEnabled()); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Pluto.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Pluto.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3909638 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Pluto.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Saturn.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Saturn.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b4c6144 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Saturn.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/TableRowColumnTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/TableRowColumnTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a41cf77 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/TableRowColumnTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +package tableRowColumn; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates how to work with rows and columns in a table. + * @version 1.23 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class TableRowColumnTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new PlanetTableFrame(); + frame.setTitle("TableRowColumnTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Uranus.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Uranus.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e9baa5d Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Uranus.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Venus.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Venus.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8552313 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tableRowColumn/Venus.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tree/SimpleTree.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tree/SimpleTree.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b149352 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tree/SimpleTree.java" @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +package tree; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program shows a simple tree. + * @version 1.04 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class SimpleTree +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new SimpleTreeFrame(); + frame.setTitle("SimpleTree"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tree/SimpleTreeFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tree/SimpleTreeFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f77bb64 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/tree/SimpleTreeFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,45 @@ +package tree; + +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.tree.*; + +/** + * This frame contains a simple tree that displays a manually constructed tree model. + */ +public class SimpleTreeFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 300; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + public SimpleTreeFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + // set up tree model data + + var root = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("World"); + var country = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("USA"); + root.add(country); + var state = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("California"); + country.add(state); + var city = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("San Jose"); + state.add(city); + city = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("Cupertino"); + state.add(city); + state = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("Michigan"); + country.add(state); + city = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("Ann Arbor"); + state.add(city); + country = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("Germany"); + root.add(country); + state = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("Schleswig-Holstein"); + country.add(state); + city = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("Kiel"); + state.add(city); + + // construct tree and put it in a scroll pane + + var tree = new JTree(root); + add(new JScrollPane(tree)); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeEdit/TreeEditFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeEdit/TreeEditFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..36a25a8 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeEdit/TreeEditFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,120 @@ +package treeEdit; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.tree.*; + +/** + * A frame with a tree and buttons to edit the tree. + */ +public class TreeEditFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 400; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 200; + + private DefaultTreeModel model; + private JTree tree; + + public TreeEditFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + // construct tree + + TreeNode root = makeSampleTree(); + model = new DefaultTreeModel(root); + tree = new JTree(model); + tree.setEditable(true); + + // add scroll pane with tree + + var scrollPane = new JScrollPane(tree); + add(scrollPane, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + makeButtons(); + } + + public TreeNode makeSampleTree() + { + var root = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("World"); + var country = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("USA"); + root.add(country); + var state = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("California"); + country.add(state); + var city = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("San Jose"); + state.add(city); + city = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("San Diego"); + state.add(city); + state = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("Michigan"); + country.add(state); + city = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("Ann Arbor"); + state.add(city); + country = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("Germany"); + root.add(country); + state = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("Schleswig-Holstein"); + country.add(state); + city = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("Kiel"); + state.add(city); + return root; + } + + /** + * Makes the buttons to add a sibling, add a child, and delete a node. + */ + public void makeButtons() + { + var panel = new JPanel(); + var addSiblingButton = new JButton("Add Sibling"); + addSiblingButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + var selectedNode = (DefaultMutableTreeNode) tree.getLastSelectedPathComponent(); + + if (selectedNode == null) return; + + var parent = (DefaultMutableTreeNode) selectedNode.getParent(); + + if (parent == null) return; + + var newNode = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("New"); + + int selectedIndex = parent.getIndex(selectedNode); + model.insertNodeInto(newNode, parent, selectedIndex + 1); + + // now display new node + + TreeNode[] nodes = model.getPathToRoot(newNode); + var path = new TreePath(nodes); + tree.scrollPathToVisible(path); + }); + panel.add(addSiblingButton); + + var addChildButton = new JButton("Add Child"); + addChildButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + var selectedNode = (DefaultMutableTreeNode) tree.getLastSelectedPathComponent(); + + if (selectedNode == null) return; + + var newNode = new DefaultMutableTreeNode("New"); + model.insertNodeInto(newNode, selectedNode, selectedNode.getChildCount()); + + // now display new node + + TreeNode[] nodes = model.getPathToRoot(newNode); + var path = new TreePath(nodes); + tree.scrollPathToVisible(path); + }); + panel.add(addChildButton); + + var deleteButton = new JButton("Delete"); + deleteButton.addActionListener(event -> + { + var selectedNode = (DefaultMutableTreeNode) tree.getLastSelectedPathComponent(); + + if (selectedNode != null && selectedNode.getParent() != null) model + .removeNodeFromParent(selectedNode); + }); + panel.add(deleteButton); + add(panel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeEdit/TreeEditTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeEdit/TreeEditTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..f06500e --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeEdit/TreeEditTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,23 @@ +package treeEdit; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates tree editing. + * @version 1.05 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class TreeEditTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new TreeEditFrame(); + frame.setTitle("TreeEditTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeModel/ObjectInspectorFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeModel/ObjectInspectorFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2111f36 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeModel/ObjectInspectorFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,30 @@ +package treeModel; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This frame holds the object tree. + */ +public class ObjectInspectorFrame extends JFrame +{ + private JTree tree; + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 400; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 300; + + public ObjectInspectorFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + // we inspect this frame object + + var v = new Variable(getClass(), "this", this); + var model = new ObjectTreeModel(); + model.setRoot(v); + + // construct and show tree + + tree = new JTree(model); + add(new JScrollPane(tree), BorderLayout.CENTER); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeModel/ObjectInspectorTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeModel/ObjectInspectorTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..52ca771 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeModel/ObjectInspectorTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,26 @@ +package treeModel; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates how to use a custom tree model. It displays the fields of an object. + * @version 1.06 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ObjectInspectorTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new ObjectInspectorFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ObjectInspectorTest"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeModel/ObjectTreeModel.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeModel/ObjectTreeModel.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..73d3be5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeModel/ObjectTreeModel.java" @@ -0,0 +1,94 @@ +package treeModel; + +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import java.util.*; +import javax.swing.event.*; +import javax.swing.tree.*; + +/** + * This tree model describes the tree structure of a Java object. Children are the objects + * that are stored in instance variables. + */ +public class ObjectTreeModel implements TreeModel +{ + private Variable root; + private EventListenerList listenerList = new EventListenerList(); + + /** + * Constructs an empty tree. + */ + public ObjectTreeModel() + { + root = null; + } + + /** + * Sets the root to a given variable. + * @param v the variable that is being described by this tree + */ + public void setRoot(Variable v) + { + Variable oldRoot = v; + root = v; + fireTreeStructureChanged(oldRoot); + } + + public Object getRoot() + { + return root; + } + + public int getChildCount(Object parent) + { + return ((Variable) parent).getFields().size(); + } + + public Object getChild(Object parent, int index) + { + ArrayList fields = ((Variable) parent).getFields(); + var f = (Field) fields.get(index); + Object parentValue = ((Variable) parent).getValue(); + try + { + return new Variable(f.getType(), f.getName(), f.get(parentValue)); + } + catch (IllegalAccessException e) + { + return null; + } + } + + public int getIndexOfChild(Object parent, Object child) + { + int n = getChildCount(parent); + for (int i = 0; i < n; i++) + if (getChild(parent, i).equals(child)) return i; + return -1; + } + + public boolean isLeaf(Object node) + { + return getChildCount(node) == 0; + } + + public void valueForPathChanged(TreePath path, Object newValue) + { + } + + public void addTreeModelListener(TreeModelListener l) + { + listenerList.add(TreeModelListener.class, l); + } + + public void removeTreeModelListener(TreeModelListener l) + { + listenerList.remove(TreeModelListener.class, l); + } + + protected void fireTreeStructureChanged(Object oldRoot) + { + var event = new TreeModelEvent(this, new Object[] { oldRoot }); + for (TreeModelListener l : listenerList.getListeners(TreeModelListener.class)) + l.treeStructureChanged(event); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeModel/Variable.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeModel/Variable.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0fcdd40 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeModel/Variable.java" @@ -0,0 +1,74 @@ +package treeModel; + +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import java.util.*; + +/** + * A variable with a type, name, and value. + */ +public class Variable +{ + private Class type; + private String name; + private Object value; + private ArrayList fields; + + /** + * Construct a variable. + * @param aType the type + * @param aName the name + * @param aValue the value + */ + public Variable(Class aType, String aName, Object aValue) + { + type = aType; + name = aName; + value = aValue; + fields = new ArrayList<>(); + + // find all fields if we have a class type except we don't expand strings and + // null values + + if (!type.isPrimitive() && !type.isArray() && !type.equals(String.class) + && value != null) + { + // get fields from the class and all superclasses + for (Class c = value.getClass(); c != null; c = c.getSuperclass()) + { + Field[] fs = c.getDeclaredFields(); + AccessibleObject.setAccessible(fs, true); + + // get all nonstatic fields + for (Field f : fs) + if ((f.getModifiers() & Modifier.STATIC) == 0) fields.add(f); + } + } + } + + /** + * Gets the value of this variable. + * @return the value + */ + public Object getValue() + { + return value; + } + + /** + * Gets all nonstatic fields of this variable. + * @return an array list of variables describing the fields + */ + public ArrayList getFields() + { + return fields; + } + + public String toString() + { + String r = type + " " + name; + if (type.isPrimitive()) r += "=" + value; + else if (type.equals(String.class)) r += "=" + value; + else if (value == null) r += "=null"; + return r; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/ClassNameTreeCellRenderer.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/ClassNameTreeCellRenderer.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..74632d0 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/ClassNameTreeCellRenderer.java" @@ -0,0 +1,38 @@ +package treeRender; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.tree.*; + +/** + * This class renders a class name either in plain or italic. Abstract classes are italic. + */ +public class ClassNameTreeCellRenderer extends DefaultTreeCellRenderer +{ + private Font plainFont = null; + private Font italicFont = null; + + public Component getTreeCellRendererComponent(JTree tree, Object value, boolean selected, + boolean expanded, boolean leaf, int row, boolean hasFocus) + { + super.getTreeCellRendererComponent(tree, value, selected, expanded, leaf, + row, hasFocus); + // get the user object + var node = (DefaultMutableTreeNode) value; + Class c = (Class) node.getUserObject(); + + // the first time, derive italic font from plain font + if (plainFont == null) + { + plainFont = getFont(); + // the tree cell renderer is sometimes called with a label that has a null font + if (plainFont != null) italicFont = plainFont.deriveFont(Font.ITALIC); + } + + // set font to italic if the class is abstract, plain otherwise + if ((c.getModifiers() & Modifier.ABSTRACT) == 0) setFont(plainFont); + else setFont(italicFont); + return this; + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/ClassTree.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/ClassTree.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6211bca --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/ClassTree.java" @@ -0,0 +1,24 @@ +package treeRender; + +import java.awt.*; +import javax.swing.*; + +/** + * This program demonstrates cell rendering and listening to tree selection events. + * @version 1.05 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class ClassTree +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + EventQueue.invokeLater(() -> + { + var frame = new ClassTreeFrame(); + frame.setTitle("ClassTree"); + frame.setDefaultCloseOperation(JFrame.EXIT_ON_CLOSE); + frame.setVisible(true); + }); + } +} + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/ClassTreeFrame.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/ClassTreeFrame.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..32d5fd0 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/ClassTreeFrame.java" @@ -0,0 +1,180 @@ +package treeRender; + +import java.awt.*; +import java.awt.event.*; +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import java.util.*; + +import javax.swing.*; +import javax.swing.tree.*; + +/** + * This frame displays the class tree, a text field, and an "Add" button to add more classes + * into the tree. + */ +public class ClassTreeFrame extends JFrame +{ + private static final int DEFAULT_WIDTH = 400; + private static final int DEFAULT_HEIGHT = 300; + + private DefaultMutableTreeNode root; + private DefaultTreeModel model; + private JTree tree; + private JTextField textField; + private JTextArea textArea; + + public ClassTreeFrame() + { + setSize(DEFAULT_WIDTH, DEFAULT_HEIGHT); + + // the root of the class tree is Object + root = new DefaultMutableTreeNode(java.lang.Object.class); + model = new DefaultTreeModel(root); + tree = new JTree(model); + + // add this class to populate the tree with some data + addClass(getClass()); + + // set up node icons + var renderer = new ClassNameTreeCellRenderer(); + renderer.setClosedIcon(new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("red-ball.gif"))); + renderer.setOpenIcon(new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("yellow-ball.gif"))); + renderer.setLeafIcon(new ImageIcon(getClass().getResource("blue-ball.gif"))); + tree.setCellRenderer(renderer); + + // set up selection mode + tree.addTreeSelectionListener(event -> + { + // the user selected a different node--update description + TreePath path = tree.getSelectionPath(); + if (path == null) return; + var selectedNode = (DefaultMutableTreeNode) path.getLastPathComponent(); + Class c = (Class) selectedNode.getUserObject(); + String description = getFieldDescription(c); + textArea.setText(description); + }); + int mode = TreeSelectionModel.SINGLE_TREE_SELECTION; + tree.getSelectionModel().setSelectionMode(mode); + + // this text area holds the class description + textArea = new JTextArea(); + + // add tree and text area + var panel = new JPanel(); + panel.setLayout(new GridLayout(1, 2)); + panel.add(new JScrollPane(tree)); + panel.add(new JScrollPane(textArea)); + + add(panel, BorderLayout.CENTER); + + addTextField(); + } + + /** + * Add the text field and "Add" button to add a new class. + */ + public void addTextField() + { + var panel = new JPanel(); + + ActionListener addListener = event -> + { + // add the class whose name is in the text field + try + { + String text = textField.getText(); + addClass(Class.forName(text)); // clear text field to indicate success + textField.setText(""); + } + catch (ClassNotFoundException e) + { + JOptionPane.showMessageDialog(null, "Class not found"); + } + }; + + // new class names are typed into this text field + textField = new JTextField(20); + textField.addActionListener(addListener); + panel.add(textField); + + var addButton = new JButton("Add"); + addButton.addActionListener(addListener); + panel.add(addButton); + + add(panel, BorderLayout.SOUTH); + } + + /** + * Finds an object in the tree. + * @param obj the object to find + * @return the node containing the object or null if the object is not present in the tree + */ + public DefaultMutableTreeNode findUserObject(Object obj) + { + // find the node containing a user object + var e = (Enumeration) root.breadthFirstEnumeration(); + while (e.hasMoreElements()) + { + var node = (DefaultMutableTreeNode) e.nextElement(); + if (node.getUserObject().equals(obj)) return node; + } + return null; + } + + /** + * Adds a new class and any parent classes that aren't yet part of the tree. + * @param c the class to add + * @return the newly added node + */ + public DefaultMutableTreeNode addClass(Class c) + { + // add a new class to the tree + + // skip non-class types + if (c.isInterface() || c.isPrimitive()) return null; + + // if the class is already in the tree, return its node + DefaultMutableTreeNode node = findUserObject(c); + if (node != null) return node; + + // class isn't present--first add class parent recursively + + Class s = c.getSuperclass(); + + DefaultMutableTreeNode parent; + if (s == null) parent = root; + else parent = addClass(s); + + // add the class as a child to the parent + var newNode = new DefaultMutableTreeNode(c); + model.insertNodeInto(newNode, parent, parent.getChildCount()); + + // make node visible + var path = new TreePath(model.getPathToRoot(newNode)); + tree.makeVisible(path); + + return newNode; + } + + /** + * Returns a description of the fields of a class. + * @param c the class to be described + * @return a string containing all field types and names + */ + public static String getFieldDescription(Class c) + { + // use reflection to find types and names of fields + var r = new StringBuilder(); + Field[] fields = c.getDeclaredFields(); + for (int i = 0; i < fields.length; i++) + { + Field f = fields[i]; + if ((f.getModifiers() & Modifier.STATIC) != 0) r.append("static "); + r.append(f.getType().getName()); + r.append(" "); + r.append(f.getName()); + r.append("\n"); + } + return r.toString(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/blue-ball.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/blue-ball.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..edc29b7 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/blue-ball.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/red-ball.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/red-ball.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dca9296 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/red-ball.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/yellow-ball.gif" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/yellow-ball.gif" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2b8c0bb Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch11/treeRender/yellow-ball.gif" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/employee/Employee.c" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/employee/Employee.c" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..70b9dd2 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/employee/Employee.c" @@ -0,0 +1,27 @@ +'/** + @version 1.10 1999-11-13 + @author Cay Horstmann +*/ + +#include "Employee.h" + +#include + +JNIEXPORT void JNICALL Java_Employee_raiseSalary( + JNIEnv* env, jobject this_obj, jdouble byPercent) +{ + /* get the class */ + jclass class_Employee = (*env)->GetObjectClass(env, this_obj); + + /* get the field ID */ + jfieldID id_salary = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, class_Employee, "salary", "D"); + + /* get the field value */ + jdouble salary = (*env)->GetDoubleField(env, this_obj, id_salary); + + salary *= 1 + byPercent / 100; + + /* set the field value */ + (*env)->SetDoubleField(env, this_obj, id_salary, salary); +} + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/employee/Employee.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/employee/Employee.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..5a4e0ab --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/employee/Employee.java" @@ -0,0 +1,28 @@ +/** + * @version 1.10 1999-11-13 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ + +public class Employee +{ + private String name; + private double salary; + + public native void raiseSalary(double byPercent); + + public Employee(String n, double s) + { + name = n; + salary = s; + } + + public void print() + { + System.out.println(name + " " + salary); + } + + static + { + System.loadLibrary("Employee"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/employee/EmployeeTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/employee/EmployeeTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9a5da4c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/employee/EmployeeTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +/** + * @version 1.11 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ + +public class EmployeeTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var staff = new Employee[3]; + + staff[0] = new Employee("Harry Hacker", 35000); + staff[1] = new Employee("Carl Cracker", 75000); + staff[2] = new Employee("Tony Tester", 38000); + + for (Employee e : staff) + e.raiseSalary(5); + for (Employee e : staff) + e.print(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/HelloNative.c" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/HelloNative.c" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2b8698e --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/HelloNative.c" @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +/* + @version 1.10 1997-07-01 + @author Cay Horstmann +*/ + +#include "HelloNative.h" +#include + +JNIEXPORT void JNICALL Java_HelloNative_greeting(JNIEnv* env, jclass cl) +{ + printf("Hello, Native World!\n"); +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/HelloNative.h" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/HelloNative.h" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9122ced --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/HelloNative.h" @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +/* DO NOT EDIT THIS FILE - it is machine generated */ +#include +/* Header for class HelloNative */ + +#ifndef _Included_HelloNative +#define _Included_HelloNative +#ifdef __cplusplus +extern "C" { +#endif +/* + * Class: HelloNative + * Method: greeting + * Signature: ()V + */ +JNIEXPORT void JNICALL Java_HelloNative_greeting + (JNIEnv *, jclass); + +#ifdef __cplusplus +} +#endif +#endif diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/HelloNative.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/HelloNative.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fe5d91f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/HelloNative.java" @@ -0,0 +1,8 @@ +/** + * @version 1.11 2007-10-26 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class HelloNative +{ + public static native void greeting(); +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/HelloNativeTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/HelloNativeTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..11dcf25 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/HelloNativeTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +/** + * @version 1.11 2007-10-26 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class HelloNativeTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + HelloNative.greeting(); + } + + static + { + System.loadLibrary("HelloNative"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/libHelloNative.so" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/libHelloNative.so" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..541dd64 Binary files /dev/null and "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/helloNative/libHelloNative.so" differ diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/invocation/InvocationTest.c" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/invocation/InvocationTest.c" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..e11e2a5 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/invocation/InvocationTest.c" @@ -0,0 +1,150 @@ +/** + @version 1.20 2007-10-26 + @author Cay Horstmann +*/ + +#include +#include + +#ifdef _WINDOWS + +#include +static HINSTANCE loadJVMLibrary(void); +typedef jint (JNICALL *CreateJavaVM_t)(JavaVM **, void **, JavaVMInitArgs *); + +#endif + +int main() +{ + JavaVMOption options[2]; + JavaVMInitArgs vm_args; + JavaVM *jvm; + JNIEnv *env; + long status; + + jclass class_Welcome; + jclass class_String; + jobjectArray args; + jmethodID id_main; + +#ifdef _WINDOWS + HINSTANCE hjvmlib; + CreateJavaVM_t createJavaVM; +#endif + + options[0].optionString = "-Djava.class.path=."; + + memset(&vm_args, 0, sizeof(vm_args)); + vm_args.version = JNI_VERSION_1_2; + vm_args.nOptions = 1; + vm_args.options = options; + +#ifdef _WINDOWS + hjvmlib = loadJVMLibrary(); + createJavaVM = (CreateJavaVM_t) GetProcAddress(hjvmlib, "JNI_CreateJavaVM"); + status = (*createJavaVM)(&jvm, (void **) &env, &vm_args); +#else + status = JNI_CreateJavaVM(&jvm, (void **) &env, &vm_args); +#endif + + if (status == JNI_ERR) + { + fprintf(stderr, "Error creating VM\n"); + return 1; + } + + class_Welcome = (*env)->FindClass(env, "Welcome"); + id_main = (*env)->GetStaticMethodID(env, class_Welcome, "main", "([Ljava/lang/String;)V"); + + class_String = (*env)->FindClass(env, "java/lang/String"); + args = (*env)->NewObjectArray(env, 0, class_String, NULL); + (*env)->CallStaticVoidMethod(env, class_Welcome, id_main, args); + + (*jvm)->DestroyJavaVM(jvm); + + return 0; +} + +#ifdef _WINDOWS + +static int GetStringFromRegistry(HKEY key, const char *name, char *buf, jint bufsize) +{ + DWORD type, size; + + return RegQueryValueEx(key, name, 0, &type, 0, &size) == 0 + && type == REG_SZ + && size < (unsigned int) bufsize + && RegQueryValueEx(key, name, 0, 0, buf, &size) == 0; +} + +static void GetPublicJREHome(char *buf, jint bufsize) +{ + HKEY key, subkey; + char version[MAX_PATH]; + + /* Find the current version of the JRE */ + char *JRE_KEY = "Software\\JavaSoft\\Java Runtime Environment"; + if (RegOpenKeyEx(HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE, JRE_KEY, 0, KEY_READ, &key) != 0) + { + fprintf(stderr, "Error opening registry key '%s'\n", JRE_KEY); + exit(1); + } + + if (!GetStringFromRegistry(key, "CurrentVersion", version, sizeof(version))) + { + fprintf(stderr, "Failed reading value of registry key:\n\t%s\\CurrentVersion\n", + JRE_KEY); + RegCloseKey(key); + exit(1); + } + + /* Find directory where the current version is installed. */ + if (RegOpenKeyEx(key, version, 0, KEY_READ, &subkey) != 0) + { + fprintf(stderr, "Error opening registry key '%s\\%s'\n", JRE_KEY, version); + RegCloseKey(key); + exit(1); + } + + if (!GetStringFromRegistry(subkey, "JavaHome", buf, bufsize)) + { + fprintf(stderr, "Failed reading value of registry key:\n\t%s\\%s\\JavaHome\n", + JRE_KEY, version); + RegCloseKey(key); + RegCloseKey(subkey); + exit(1); + } + + RegCloseKey(key); + RegCloseKey(subkey); +} + +static HINSTANCE loadJVMLibrary(void) +{ + HINSTANCE h1, h2; + char msvcdll[MAX_PATH]; + char javadll[MAX_PATH]; + GetPublicJREHome(msvcdll, MAX_PATH); + strcpy(javadll, msvcdll); + strncat(msvcdll, "\\bin\\msvcr71.dll", MAX_PATH - strlen(msvcdll)); + msvcdll[MAX_PATH - 1] = '\0'; + strncat(javadll, "\\bin\\client\\jvm.dll", MAX_PATH - strlen(javadll)); + javadll[MAX_PATH - 1] = '\0'; + + h1 = LoadLibrary(msvcdll); + if (h1 == NULL) + { + fprintf(stderr, "Can't load library msvcr71.dll\n"); + exit(1); + } + + h2 = LoadLibrary(javadll); + if (h2 == NULL) + { + fprintf(stderr, "Can't load library jvm.dll\n"); + exit(1); + } + return h2; +} + +#endif diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/invocation/Welcome.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/invocation/Welcome.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..31964c8 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/invocation/Welcome.java" @@ -0,0 +1,17 @@ +/** + * @version 1.21 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Welcome +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var greeting = new String[3]; + greeting[0] = "Welcome to Core Java"; + greeting[1] = "by Cay Horstmann"; + greeting[2] = "and Gary Cornell"; + + for (String g : greeting) + System.out.println(g); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/panama/PanamaDemo.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/panama/PanamaDemo.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8997d05 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/panama/PanamaDemo.java" @@ -0,0 +1,36 @@ +package panama; + +import java.lang.reflect.*; +import java.lang.invoke.*; +import jdk.incubator.foreign.*; +import static jdk.incubator.foreign.MemoryLayouts.*; + +/* + +javac --enable-preview --source 17 --add-modules jdk.incubator.foreign panama/PanamaDemo.java + +java --add-modules jdk.incubator.foreign --enable-native-access=ALL-UNNAMED panama.PanamaDemo + +*/ + +public class PanamaDemo +{ + public static void main(String[] args) throws Throwable + { + CLinker linker = CLinker.getInstance(); + MethodHandle printf = linker.downcallHandle( + CLinker.systemLookup().lookup("printf").get(), + MethodType.methodType(int.class, MemoryAddress.class), + FunctionDescriptor.of(CLinker.C_INT, CLinker.C_POINTER)); + + try (ResourceScope scope = ResourceScope.newConfinedScope()) + { + var cString = CLinker.toCString("Hello, World!\n", scope); + int result = (int) printf.invoke(cString.address()); + System.out.println("Printed %d characters.".formatted(result)); + } + } +} + + + diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf1/Printf1.c" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf1/Printf1.c" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7ae8ca9 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf1/Printf1.c" @@ -0,0 +1,18 @@ +/** + @version 1.10 1997-07-01 + @author Cay Horstmann +*/ + +#include "Printf1.h" +#include + +JNIEXPORT jint JNICALL Java_Printf1_print(JNIEnv* env, jclass cl, + jint width, jint precision, jdouble x) +{ + char fmt[30]; + jint ret; + sprintf(fmt, "%%%d.%df", width, precision); + ret = printf(fmt, x); + fflush(stdout); + return ret; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf1/Printf1.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf1/Printf1.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1eb5e07 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf1/Printf1.java" @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +/** + * @version 1.10 1997-07-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class Printf1 +{ + public static native int print(int width, int precision, double x); + + static + { + System.loadLibrary("Printf1"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf1/Printf1Test.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf1/Printf1Test.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..d16c09f --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf1/Printf1Test.java" @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +/** + * @version 1.10 1997-07-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class Printf1Test +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + int count = Printf1.print(8, 4, 3.14); + count += Printf1.print(8, 4, count); + System.out.println(); + for (int i = 0; i < count; i++) + System.out.print("-"); + System.out.println(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf2/Printf2.c" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf2/Printf2.c" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..de86091 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf2/Printf2.c" @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +/** + @version 1.10 1997-07-01 + @author Cay Horstmann +*/ + +#include "Printf2.h" +#include +#include +#include + +/** + @param format a string containing a printf format specifier + (such as "%8.2f"). Substrings "%%" are skipped. + @return a pointer to the format specifier (skipping the '%') + or NULL if there wasn't a unique format specifier +*/ +char* find_format(const char format[]) +{ + char* p; + char* q; + + p = strchr(format, '%'); + while (p != NULL && *(p + 1) == '%') /* skip %% */ + p = strchr(p + 2, '%'); + if (p == NULL) return NULL; + /* now check that % is unique */ + p++; + q = strchr(p, '%'); + while (q != NULL && *(q + 1) == '%') /* skip %% */ + q = strchr(q + 2, '%'); + if (q != NULL) return NULL; /* % not unique */ + q = p + strspn(p, " -0+#"); /* skip past flags */ + q += strspn(q, "0123456789"); /* skip past field width */ + if (*q == '.') { q++; q += strspn(q, "0123456789"); } + /* skip past precision */ + if (strchr("eEfFgG", *q) == NULL) return NULL; + /* not a floating-point format */ + return p; +} + +JNIEXPORT jstring JNICALL Java_Printf2_sprint(JNIEnv* env, jclass cl, + jstring format, jdouble x) +{ + const char* cformat; + char* fmt; + jstring ret; + + cformat = (*env)->GetStringUTFChars(env, format, NULL); + fmt = find_format(cformat); + if (fmt == NULL) + ret = format; + else + { + char* cret; + int width = atoi(fmt); + if (width == 0) width = DBL_DIG + 10; + cret = (char*) malloc(strlen(cformat) + width); + sprintf(cret, cformat, x); + ret = (*env)->NewStringUTF(env, cret); + free(cret); + } + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, format, cformat); + return ret; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf2/Printf2.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf2/Printf2.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..75eb682 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf2/Printf2.java" @@ -0,0 +1,13 @@ +/** + * @version 1.10 1997-07-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class Printf2 +{ + public static native String sprint(String format, double x); + + static + { + System.loadLibrary("Printf2"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf2/Printf2Test.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf2/Printf2Test.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..613af87 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf2/Printf2Test.java" @@ -0,0 +1,16 @@ +/** + * @version 1.10 1997-07-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class Printf2Test +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + double price = 44.95; + double tax = 7.75; + double amountDue = price * (1 + tax / 100); + + String s = Printf2.sprint("Amount due = %8.2f", amountDue); + System.out.println(s); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf3/Printf3.c" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf3/Printf3.c" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a9b3e41 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf3/Printf3.c" @@ -0,0 +1,76 @@ +/** + @version 1.10 1997-07-01 + @author Cay Horstmann +*/ + +#include "Printf3.h" +#include +#include +#include + +/** + @param format a string containing a printf format specifier + (such as "%8.2f"). Substrings "%%" are skipped. + @return a pointer to the format specifier (skipping the '%') + or NULL if there wasn't a unique format specifier +*/ +char* find_format(const char format[]) +{ + char* p; + char* q; + + p = strchr(format, '%'); + while (p != NULL && *(p + 1) == '%') /* skip %% */ + p = strchr(p + 2, '%'); + if (p == NULL) return NULL; + /* now check that % is unique */ + p++; + q = strchr(p, '%'); + while (q != NULL && *(q + 1) == '%') /* skip %% */ + q = strchr(q + 2, '%'); + if (q != NULL) return NULL; /* % not unique */ + q = p + strspn(p, " -0+#"); /* skip past flags */ + q += strspn(q, "0123456789"); /* skip past field width */ + if (*q == '.') { q++; q += strspn(q, "0123456789"); } + /* skip past precision */ + if (strchr("eEfFgG", *q) == NULL) return NULL; + /* not a floating-point format */ + return p; +} + +JNIEXPORT void JNICALL Java_Printf3_fprint(JNIEnv* env, jclass cl, + jobject out, jstring format, jdouble x) +{ + const char* cformat; + char* fmt; + jstring str; + jclass class_PrintWriter; + jmethodID id_print; + + cformat = (*env)->GetStringUTFChars(env, format, NULL); + fmt = find_format(cformat); + if (fmt == NULL) + str = format; + else + { + char* cstr; + int width = atoi(fmt); + if (width == 0) width = DBL_DIG + 10; + cstr = (char*) malloc(strlen(cformat) + width); + sprintf(cstr, cformat, x); + str = (*env)->NewStringUTF(env, cstr); + free(cstr); + } + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, format, cformat); + + /* now call out.print(str) */ + + /* get the class */ + class_PrintWriter = (*env)->GetObjectClass(env, out); + + /* get the method ID */ + id_print = (*env)->GetMethodID(env, class_PrintWriter, "print", "(Ljava/lang/String;)V"); + + /* call the method */ + (*env)->CallVoidMethod(env, out, id_print, str); +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf3/Printf3.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf3/Printf3.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b81042c --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf3/Printf3.java" @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +import java.io.*; + +/** + * @version 1.10 1997-07-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class Printf3 +{ + public static native void fprint(PrintWriter out, String format, double x); + + static + { + System.loadLibrary("Printf3"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf3/Printf3Test.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf3/Printf3Test.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..1f70c9a --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf3/Printf3Test.java" @@ -0,0 +1,18 @@ +import java.io.*; + +/** + * @version 1.11 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class Printf3Test +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + double price = 44.95; + double tax = 7.75; + double amountDue = price * (1 + tax / 100); + var out = new PrintWriter(System.out); + Printf3.fprint(out, "Amount due = %8.2f\n", amountDue); + out.flush(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf4/Printf4.c" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf4/Printf4.c" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..0a2cc9b --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf4/Printf4.c" @@ -0,0 +1,102 @@ +/** + @version 1.10 1997-07-01 + @author Cay Horstmann +*/ + +#include "Printf4.h" +#include +#include +#include + +/** + @param format a string containing a printf format specifier + (such as "%8.2f"). Substrings "%%" are skipped. + @return a pointer to the format specifier (skipping the '%') + or NULL if there wasn't a unique format specifier + */ +char* find_format(const char format[]) +{ + char* p; + char* q; + + p = strchr(format, '%'); + while (p != NULL && *(p + 1) == '%') /* skip %% */ + p = strchr(p + 2, '%'); + if (p == NULL) return NULL; + /* now check that % is unique */ + p++; + q = strchr(p, '%'); + while (q != NULL && *(q + 1) == '%') /* skip %% */ + q = strchr(q + 2, '%'); + if (q != NULL) return NULL; /* % not unique */ + q = p + strspn(p, " -0+#"); /* skip past flags */ + q += strspn(q, "0123456789"); /* skip past field width */ + if (*q == '.') { q++; q += strspn(q, "0123456789"); } + /* skip past precision */ + if (strchr("eEfFgG", *q) == NULL) return NULL; + /* not a floating-point format */ + return p; +} + +JNIEXPORT void JNICALL Java_Printf4_fprint(JNIEnv* env, jclass cl, + jobject out, jstring format, jdouble x) +{ + const char* cformat; + char* fmt; + jclass class_PrintWriter; + jmethodID id_print; + char* cstr; + int width; + int i; + + if (format == NULL) + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, + (*env)->FindClass(env, + "java/lang/NullPointerException"), + "Printf4.fprint: format is null"); + return; + } + + cformat = (*env)->GetStringUTFChars(env, format, NULL); + fmt = find_format(cformat); + + if (fmt == NULL) + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, + (*env)->FindClass(env, + "java/lang/IllegalArgumentException"), + "Printf4.fprint: format is invalid"); + return; + } + + width = atoi(fmt); + if (width == 0) width = DBL_DIG + 10; + cstr = (char*)malloc(strlen(cformat) + width); + + if (cstr == NULL) + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, + (*env)->FindClass(env, "java/lang/OutOfMemoryError"), + "Printf4.fprint: malloc failed"); + return; + } + + sprintf(cstr, cformat, x); + + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, format, cformat); + + /* now call ps.print(str) */ + + /* get the class */ + class_PrintWriter = (*env)->GetObjectClass(env, out); + + /* get the method ID */ + id_print = (*env)->GetMethodID(env, class_PrintWriter, "print", "(C)V"); + + /* call the method */ + for (i = 0; cstr[i] != 0 && !(*env)->ExceptionOccurred(env); i++) + (*env)->CallVoidMethod(env, out, id_print, cstr[i]); + + free(cstr); +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf4/Printf4.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf4/Printf4.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..52e51ff --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf4/Printf4.java" @@ -0,0 +1,15 @@ +import java.io.*; + +/** + * @version 1.10 1997-07-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class Printf4 +{ + public static native void fprint(PrintWriter ps, String format, double x); + + static + { + System.loadLibrary("Printf4"); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf4/Printf4Test.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf4/Printf4Test.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b8e75c3 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/printf4/Printf4Test.java" @@ -0,0 +1,19 @@ +import java.io.*; + +/** + * @version 1.11 2018-05-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +class Printf4Test +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + double price = 44.95; + double tax = 7.75; + double amountDue = price * (1 + tax / 100); + var out = new PrintWriter(System.out); + /* This call will throw an exception--note the %% */ + Printf4.fprint(out, "Amount due = %%8.2f\n", amountDue); + out.flush(); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/win32reg/Win32RegKey.c" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/win32reg/Win32RegKey.c" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..dbcfccf --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/win32reg/Win32RegKey.c" @@ -0,0 +1,363 @@ +/** + @version 1.00 1997-07-01 + @author Cay Horstmann +*/ + +#include "Win32RegKey.h" +#include "Win32RegKeyNameEnumeration.h" +#include +#include +#include + +JNIEXPORT jobject JNICALL Java_Win32RegKey_getValue( + JNIEnv* env, jobject this_obj, jobject name) +{ + const char* cname; + jstring path; + const char* cpath; + HKEY hkey; + DWORD type; + DWORD size; + jclass this_class; + jfieldID id_root; + jfieldID id_path; + HKEY root; + jobject ret; + char* cret; + + /* get the class */ + this_class = (*env)->GetObjectClass(env, this_obj); + + /* get the field IDs */ + id_root = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "root", "I"); + id_path = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "path", "Ljava/lang/String;"); + + /* get the fields */ + root = (HKEY) (*env)->GetIntField(env, this_obj, id_root); + path = (jstring)(*env)->GetObjectField(env, this_obj, id_path); + cpath = (*env)->GetStringUTFChars(env, path, NULL); + + /* open the registry key */ + if (RegOpenKeyEx(root, cpath, 0, KEY_READ, &hkey) != ERROR_SUCCESS) + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, (*env)->FindClass(env, "Win32RegKeyException"), + "Open key failed"); + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, path, cpath); + return NULL; + } + + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, path, cpath); + cname = (*env)->GetStringUTFChars(env, name, NULL); + + /* find the type and size of the value */ + if (RegQueryValueEx(hkey, cname, NULL, &type, NULL, &size) != ERROR_SUCCESS) + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, (*env)->FindClass(env, "Win32RegKeyException"), + "Query value key failed"); + RegCloseKey(hkey); + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, name, cname); + return NULL; + } + + /* get memory to hold the value */ + cret = (char*)malloc(size); + + /* read the value */ + if (RegQueryValueEx(hkey, cname, NULL, &type, cret, &size) != ERROR_SUCCESS) + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, (*env)->FindClass(env, "Win32RegKeyException"), + "Query value key failed"); + free(cret); + RegCloseKey(hkey); + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, name, cname); + return NULL; + } + + /* depending on the type, store the value in a string, + integer, or byte array */ + if (type == REG_SZ) + { + ret = (*env)->NewStringUTF(env, cret); + } + else if (type == REG_DWORD) + { + jclass class_Integer = (*env)->FindClass(env, "java/lang/Integer"); + /* get the method ID of the constructor */ + jmethodID id_Integer = (*env)->GetMethodID(env, class_Integer, "", "(I)V"); + int value = *(int*) cret; + /* invoke the constructor */ + ret = (*env)->NewObject(env, class_Integer, id_Integer, value); + } + else if (type == REG_BINARY) + { + ret = (*env)->NewByteArray(env, size); + (*env)->SetByteArrayRegion(env, (jarray) ret, 0, size, cret); + } + else + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, (*env)->FindClass(env, "Win32RegKeyException"), + "Unsupported value type"); + ret = NULL; + } + + free(cret); + RegCloseKey(hkey); + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, name, cname); + + return ret; +} + +JNIEXPORT void JNICALL Java_Win32RegKey_setValue(JNIEnv* env, jobject this_obj, + jstring name, jobject value) +{ + const char* cname; + jstring path; + const char* cpath; + HKEY hkey; + DWORD type; + DWORD size; + jclass this_class; + jclass class_value; + jclass class_Integer; + jfieldID id_root; + jfieldID id_path; + HKEY root; + const char* cvalue; + int ivalue; + + /* get the class */ + this_class = (*env)->GetObjectClass(env, this_obj); + + /* get the field IDs */ + id_root = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "root", "I"); + id_path = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "path", "Ljava/lang/String;"); + + /* get the fields */ + root = (HKEY)(*env)->GetIntField(env, this_obj, id_root); + path = (jstring)(*env)->GetObjectField(env, this_obj, id_path); + cpath = (*env)->GetStringUTFChars(env, path, NULL); + + /* open the registry key */ + if (RegOpenKeyEx(root, cpath, 0, KEY_WRITE, &hkey) != ERROR_SUCCESS) + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, (*env)->FindClass(env, "Win32RegKeyException"), + "Open key failed"); + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, path, cpath); + return; + } + + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, path, cpath); + cname = (*env)->GetStringUTFChars(env, name, NULL); + + class_value = (*env)->GetObjectClass(env, value); + class_Integer = (*env)->FindClass(env, "java/lang/Integer"); + /* determine the type of the value object */ + if ((*env)->IsAssignableFrom(env, class_value, (*env)->FindClass(env, "java/lang/String"))) + { + /* it is a string--get a pointer to the characters */ + cvalue = (*env)->GetStringUTFChars(env, (jstring) value, NULL); + type = REG_SZ; + size = (*env)->GetStringLength(env, (jstring) value) + 1; + } + else if ((*env)->IsAssignableFrom(env, class_value, class_Integer)) + { + /* it is an integer--call intValue to get the value */ + jmethodID id_intValue = (*env)->GetMethodID(env, class_Integer, "intValue", "()I"); + ivalue = (*env)->CallIntMethod(env, value, id_intValue); + type = REG_DWORD; + cvalue = (char*)&ivalue; + size = 4; + } + else if ((*env)->IsAssignableFrom(env, class_value, (*env)->FindClass(env, "[B"))) + { + /* it is a byte array--get a pointer to the bytes */ + type = REG_BINARY; + cvalue = (char*)(*env)->GetByteArrayElements(env, (jarray) value, NULL); + size = (*env)->GetArrayLength(env, (jarray) value); + } + else + { + /* we don't know how to handle this type */ + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, (*env)->FindClass(env, "Win32RegKeyException"), + "Unsupported value type"); + RegCloseKey(hkey); + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, name, cname); + return; + } + + /* set the value */ + if (RegSetValueEx(hkey, cname, 0, type, cvalue, size) != ERROR_SUCCESS) + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, (*env)->FindClass(env, "Win32RegKeyException"), + "Set value failed"); + } + + RegCloseKey(hkey); + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, name, cname); + + /* if the value was a string or byte array, release the pointer */ + if (type == REG_SZ) + { + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, (jstring) value, cvalue); + } + else if (type == REG_BINARY) + { + (*env)->ReleaseByteArrayElements(env, (jarray) value, (jbyte*) cvalue, 0); + } +} + +/* helper function to start enumeration of names */ +static int startNameEnumeration(JNIEnv* env, jobject this_obj, jclass this_class) +{ + jfieldID id_index; + jfieldID id_count; + jfieldID id_root; + jfieldID id_path; + jfieldID id_hkey; + jfieldID id_maxsize; + + HKEY root; + jstring path; + const char* cpath; + HKEY hkey; + DWORD maxsize = 0; + DWORD count = 0; + + /* get the field IDs */ + id_root = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "root", "I"); + id_path = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "path", "Ljava/lang/String;"); + id_hkey = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "hkey", "I"); + id_maxsize = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "maxsize", "I"); + id_index = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "index", "I"); + id_count = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "count", "I"); + + /* get the field values */ + root = (HKEY)(*env)->GetIntField(env, this_obj, id_root); + path = (jstring)(*env)->GetObjectField(env, this_obj, id_path); + cpath = (*env)->GetStringUTFChars(env, path, NULL); + + /* open the registry key */ + if (RegOpenKeyEx(root, cpath, 0, KEY_READ, &hkey) != ERROR_SUCCESS) + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, (*env)->FindClass(env, "Win32RegKeyException"), + "Open key failed"); + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, path, cpath); + return -1; + } + (*env)->ReleaseStringUTFChars(env, path, cpath); + + /* query count and max length of names */ + if (RegQueryInfoKey(hkey, NULL, NULL, NULL, NULL, NULL, NULL, &count, &maxsize, + NULL, NULL, NULL) != ERROR_SUCCESS) + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, (*env)->FindClass(env, "Win32RegKeyException"), + "Query info key failed"); + RegCloseKey(hkey); + return -1; + } + + /* set the field values */ + (*env)->SetIntField(env, this_obj, id_hkey, (DWORD) hkey); + (*env)->SetIntField(env, this_obj, id_maxsize, maxsize + 1); + (*env)->SetIntField(env, this_obj, id_index, 0); + (*env)->SetIntField(env, this_obj, id_count, count); + return count; +} + +JNIEXPORT jboolean JNICALL Java_Win32RegKeyNameEnumeration_hasMoreElements(JNIEnv* env, + jobject this_obj) +{ + jclass this_class; + jfieldID id_index; + jfieldID id_count; + int index; + int count; + /* get the class */ + this_class = (*env)->GetObjectClass(env, this_obj); + + /* get the field IDs */ + id_index = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "index", "I"); + id_count = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "count", "I"); + + index = (*env)->GetIntField(env, this_obj, id_index); + if (index == -1) /* first time */ + { + count = startNameEnumeration(env, this_obj, this_class); + index = 0; + } + else + count = (*env)->GetIntField(env, this_obj, id_count); + return index < count; +} + +JNIEXPORT jobject JNICALL Java_Win32RegKeyNameEnumeration_nextElement(JNIEnv* env, + jobject this_obj) +{ + jclass this_class; + jfieldID id_index; + jfieldID id_hkey; + jfieldID id_count; + jfieldID id_maxsize; + + HKEY hkey; + int index; + int count; + DWORD maxsize; + + char* cret; + jstring ret; + + /* get the class */ + this_class = (*env)->GetObjectClass(env, this_obj); + + /* get the field IDs */ + id_index = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "index", "I"); + id_count = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "count", "I"); + id_hkey = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "hkey", "I"); + id_maxsize = (*env)->GetFieldID(env, this_class, "maxsize", "I"); + + index = (*env)->GetIntField(env, this_obj, id_index); + if (index == -1) /* first time */ + { + count = startNameEnumeration(env, this_obj, this_class); + index = 0; + } + else + count = (*env)->GetIntField(env, this_obj, id_count); + + if (index >= count) /* already at end */ + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, (*env)->FindClass(env, "java/util/NoSuchElementException"), + "past end of enumeration"); + return NULL; + } + + maxsize = (*env)->GetIntField(env, this_obj, id_maxsize); + hkey = (HKEY)(*env)->GetIntField(env, this_obj, id_hkey); + cret = (char*)malloc(maxsize); + + /* find the next name */ + if (RegEnumValue(hkey, index, cret, &maxsize, NULL, NULL, NULL, NULL) != ERROR_SUCCESS) + { + (*env)->ThrowNew(env, (*env)->FindClass(env, "Win32RegKeyException"), + "Enum value failed"); + free(cret); + RegCloseKey(hkey); + (*env)->SetIntField(env, this_obj, id_index, count); + return NULL; + } + + ret = (*env)->NewStringUTF(env, cret); + free(cret); + + /* increment index */ + index++; + (*env)->SetIntField(env, this_obj, id_index, index); + + if (index == count) /* at end */ + { + RegCloseKey(hkey); + } + + return ret; +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/win32reg/Win32RegKey.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/win32reg/Win32RegKey.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..b88e2bb --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/win32reg/Win32RegKey.java" @@ -0,0 +1,90 @@ +import java.util.*; + +/** + * A Win32RegKey object can be used to get and set values of a registry key in the Windows + * registry. + * @version 1.00 1997-07-01 + * @author Cay Horstmann + */ +public class Win32RegKey +{ + public static final int HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT = 0x80000000; + public static final int HKEY_CURRENT_USER = 0x80000001; + public static final int HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE = 0x80000002; + public static final int HKEY_USERS = 0x80000003; + public static final int HKEY_CURRENT_CONFIG = 0x80000005; + public static final int HKEY_DYN_DATA = 0x80000006; + + private int root; + private String path; + + /** + * Gets the value of a registry entry. + * @param name the entry name + * @return the associated value + */ + public native Object getValue(String name); + + /** + * Sets the value of a registry entry. + * @param name the entry name + * @param value the new value + */ + public native void setValue(String name, Object value); + + /** + * Construct a registry key object. + * @param theRoot one of HKEY_CLASSES_ROOT, HKEY_CURRENT_USER, HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE, + * HKEY_USERS, HKEY_CURRENT_CONFIG, HKEY_DYN_DATA + * @param thePath the registry key path + */ + public Win32RegKey(int theRoot, String thePath) + { + root = theRoot; + path = thePath; + } + + /** + * Enumerates all names of registry entries under the path that this object describes. + * @return an enumeration listing all entry names + */ + public Enumeration names() + { + return new Win32RegKeyNameEnumeration(root, path); + } + + static + { + System.loadLibrary("Win32RegKey"); + } +} + +class Win32RegKeyNameEnumeration implements Enumeration +{ + public native String nextElement(); + public native boolean hasMoreElements(); + private int root; + private String path; + private int index = -1; + private int hkey = 0; + private int maxsize; + private int count; + + Win32RegKeyNameEnumeration(int theRoot, String thePath) + { + root = theRoot; + path = thePath; + } +} + +class Win32RegKeyException extends RuntimeException +{ + public Win32RegKeyException() + { + } + + public Win32RegKeyException(String why) + { + super(why); + } +} diff --git "a/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/win32reg/Win32RegKeyTest.java" "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/win32reg/Win32RegKeyTest.java" new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2659540 --- /dev/null +++ "b/corejava\347\254\25412\347\211\210/v2ch12/win32reg/Win32RegKeyTest.java" @@ -0,0 +1,35 @@ +import java.util.*; + +/** + @version 1.04 2021-05-30 + @author Cay Horstmann +*/ +public class Win32RegKeyTest +{ + public static void main(String[] args) + { + var key = new Win32RegKey( + Win32RegKey.HKEY_CURRENT_USER, "Software\\JavaSoft\\Java Runtime Environment"); + + key.setValue("Default user", "Harry Hacker"); + key.setValue("Lucky number", Integer.valueOf(13)); + key.setValue("Small primes", new byte[] { 2, 3, 5, 7, 11 }); + + Enumeration e = key.names(); + + while (e.hasMoreElements()) + { + String name = e.nextElement(); + System.out.print(name + "="); + + Object value = key.getValue(name); + + if (value instanceof byte[] bytes) + for (byte b : bytes) System.out.print((b & 0xFF) + " "); + else + System.out.print(value); + + System.out.println(); + } + } +}