The Count of Monte Cristo

after having traversed La Canebière, took the Rue de Noailles, and entering a small house, on the left of the Allées de Meilhan, rapidly ascended four flights of a dark staircase, h

a chair, was amusing himself by training with trembling hand the nasturtiums and sprays of clematis that clambered over the trelli

d round; then, seeing his son, he fe

ther? Are you ill?" inquired

d not expect you; and joy, the surprise of seeing y

ts, and so I came to you without any warning. Come now, do smile, instead of l

an; "but how shall we be happy? Shall you never leave me agai

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 under

replied the old man,

small house, with a garden in which to plant clematis, nasturtiu

away"—and as he said so the old man's st

"a glass of wine, father, will revi

ot look for it; I do not wa

where it is, " and he ope

aid the old man, "

ternately at the hollow cheeks of the old man and the empt

that I have you, "

ation from his brow, —"yet I gave you two hu

neighbor, Caderousse. He reminded me of it, telling me if I did not pay for you,

el

I paid

was a hundred and forty

ammered th

t of the two hundred

d man

or three months on sixty

tle I require, "

d Edmond, falling on his

re you

ounded me t

e, " said the old man; "and now it's a

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e this—take it, and send for something immediately." And he emptied his pockets on the table, the contents consisting

is belong to?

buy some provisions; be happy, a

r purse moderately, for they would say, if they saw me buy too many things at a time

ou left alone so long. I have some smuggled coffee and most capital tobacco, in a sm

r arrival, and no doubt comes to congr

ther, " murmured Edmond. "But, never mind, he is a neigh

t the door. He was a man of twenty-five or six, and held a piece of c

he, with a broad Marseillaise accent, and

eeable to you in any and every way, " replied Dantès, but

ere are others who have need of me." Dantès made a gesture. "I do not allude to you, my boy.

us, " was Dantès' reply; "for when we do n

ur happy return, my boy. I had gone on the quay to match a piece of mulberr

at Smyrna.'—'I was; b

he dear boy, our

And so I came, " added Caderousse, "as fast as I could

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id the old man, "he is

But it seems you have come back rich, my boy, " continued the tailor, looking

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. Co

ited to my means. Keep your money—keep it, I say;—one never has too much;—but, at the

with good will

, you stand well with M. Morrel I

een exceedingly kind to

rong to refuse t

with him?" said old Dantès; "a

smiling at his father's astonishment a

efuse, my son?" in

n, my dear father, " replied the youn

, " said Caderousse. "And when you are looking forw

of my refusal, " replied Dantès, "

one must do a little fla

tain without that

r pleasure to all your old friends; and I know one down there be

" said the

een you, and know you are well and have all you require, I w

; "and Heaven bless you in your wif

fast you go on, father Dantès; she is

l probability she soon w

"but you were right to return

d w

, and fine girls never lack followers

ith a smile which had in it

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ital offers, too; but you know, you will b

a smile which but ill-concealed his tr

Caderousse, sh

u of women in general, and of Mercédès in particular; and I am c

be married, there is nothing like implicit confidence; but never mind that, my bo

y; and, embracing his father, and noddin

of old Dantès, he went downstairs to rejoin Dangla

Danglars, "did

ft him, " answe

to his hope of

t as a thing a

, "he is in too much hu

Morrel has promi

is quite ela

y offered me his patronage, as if he were a grand personage,

you r

ho put into his hands the first silver he ever earned; but now M. Dantès

anglars, "he i

" answered Caderousse; "for if he should b

"he will remain what he is; and p

do you

myself. And is he still i

ss I am much mistaken, there w

0

in you

shoul

han you think, perhaps.

like up

ll you know abo

ce me to believe, as I told you, that the future captain will f

ou seen?—com

been accompanied by a tall, strapping, black-eyed Catalan, with a

hink this cousin p

a strapping chap of twenty-one mea

Dantès has gone

before I

t La Réserve, and we can drink a glass

d Caderousse; "but

quickly to the designated place, they call

Catalans, they sat down under the budding foliage of the planes and sycamores, in the br