"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.
