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 Elysées, 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 Tréport.
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 Tréport, 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 Tréport, 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 Eugénie 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 Eugénie 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 abbé, 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, [1] M. de Villefort, to come, but have not much hope of seeing him.
Never despair of anything,' says the proverb.
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-Méran.
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.