The Count of Monte Cristo

of the angles of Fort Saint Nicolas, then turning round, he perceived Fernand, who had fallen,

Fernand, "here is a marriage which doe

to despair,"

hen, love

ore h

lon

have known h

ad of seeking to remedy your condition; I di

u have me do?"

e with Mademoiselle Mercédès; but for you--in th

found al

ha

d me that if any misfortune happened to

those things, but

cédès; what she thre

she kill herself or not, what matte

d Fernand, with the accents of unsha

e with a voice more tipsy than ever. "Tha

me a good sort of fellow, and hang m

Caderousse

bottle, and you will be completely so. Drink then, and do not meddle with w

our more such bottles; they are no bigger than cologne flasks. Père P

nd, awaiting with great anxiety th

s drunken Caderousse has made me

y have bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts;"

hants sont be

rouve par le

you would like t

Dantès did not marry her you love; and the marriage may e

separate them," r

, who will prove to you that you are wrong. Prove it, Danglars. I have answered for you. Say there is no need why Dan

he is not much out in what he says. Absence severs as well as death, and if the walls of a prison wer

sense was left him, listened eagerly to the conversation, "and when

that?" mutte

Caderousse, "should they put Dantès in priso

tongue!" sa

o know why they should put Dantès in prison; I like Dantès; D

ess of his intoxication, and turning towards Fernand, sa

now, you have the means of having D

ng. But why should I meddle in the

I know, you have some motive of personal hatred against Dantès, for

ppiness interested me; that's all; but since you believe I act for my own account, adieu, my d

er you have any angry feeling or not against Dantès. I hate him! I confess it openly. Do you find the means, I will e

eyes, he said,--"Kill Dantès! who talks of killing Dantès? I won't have him killed--I won't! He's my friend, and

d Danglars. "We were merely joking; drink to his health," he ad

Caderousse, emptying his glass, "here'

--the means?"

it upon any?" a

undertook

he superiority over the Spaniards, that the

then," said Fern

anglars, "pen, i

d paper," mut

and paper are my tools, and witho

Fernand loudly. "There's what you wa

" The waiter did

l to kill a man more sure than if we waited at the corner of a wood to assassinate him! I have al

some more wine, Fernand." Fernand filled Caderousse's glass, who, like the

overcome by this fresh assault on his senses, res

he final glimmer of Caderousse's reason

yage such as Dantès has just made, in which he touched at the Island of Elba, s

im!" exclaimed the

with the means of supporting your accusation, for I know the fact well. But Dantès cannot remain forever in prison, and o

tter than that he would come

t you if you have only the misfortune to scr

said F

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 i

rna, 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 c

lf, and the matter will thus work its own way; there is nothing to do now but fold the letter as I am doing, an

ing of the letter, and instinctively comprehended all the misery which such a denunciation must entail. "Yes,

I, amongst the first and foremost, should be sorry if anything happened to Dantès--the worthy Dantès--lo

. "Dantès is my friend, and

glars, rising and looking at the young man, who still remained seated, but w

have some more wine. I wish to drink to the

lars; "and if you continue, you will be compelled to

drunken man, "I can't keep on my legs? Why, I'll wager I can go

et; but to-morrow--to-day it is time to

t I don't want your arm at all. Come, Fernan

; "I shall return

e with us to Marse

ill

ce; there's liberty for all the world. Come along, Danglars, and

the moment, to take him off towards Marseilles b

and saw Fernand stoop, pick up the crumpled paper, and putting

told! He said he was going to the Catalans, a

ight," said Danglars; "

"I should have said not--

lf, "now the thing is at work and it