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! Icannot 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."
