"No, dear Morcerf; you know I only refuse when the thing is impossible.Besides, it is important," added he in a low tone, "that I should remain in Paris just now to watch the paper.""Ah, you are a good and an excellent friend," said Albert;"yes, you are right; watch, watch, Beauchamp, and try to discover the enemy who made this disclosure." Albert and Beauchamp parted, the last pressure of their hands expressing what their tongues could not before a stranger.
"Beauchamp is a worthy fellow," said Monte Cristo, when the journalist was gone; "is he not, Albert?""Yes, and a sincere friend; I love him devotedly.But now we are alone, -- although it is immaterial to me, -- where are we going?""Into Normandy, if you like."
"Delightful; shall we be quite retired? have no society, no neighbors?""Our companions will be riding-horses, dogs to hunt with, and a fishing-boat.""Exactly what I wish for; I will apprise my mother of my intention, and return to you.""But shall you be allowed to go into Normandy?""I may go where I please."
"Yes, I am aware you may go alone, since I once met you in Italy -- but to accompany the mysterious Monte Cristo?""You forget, count, that I have often told you of the deep interest my mother takes in you.""`Woman is fickle.' said Francis I.; `woman is like a wave of the sea,' said Shakespeare; both the great king and the great poet ought to have known woman's nature well.""Woman's, yes; my mother is not woman, but a woman.""As I am only a humble foreigner, you must pardon me if I do not understand all the subtle refinements of your language.""What I mean to say is, that my mother is not quick to give her confidence, but when she does she never changes.""Ah, yes, indeed," said Monte Cristo with a sigh; "and do you think she is in the least interested in me?""I repeat it, you must really be a very strange and superior man, for my mother is so absorbed by the interest you have excited, that when I am with her she speaks of no one else.""And does she try to make you dislike me?""On the contrary, she often says, `Morcerf, I believe the count has a noble nature; try to gain his esteem.'""Indeed?" said Monte Cristo, sighing.
"You see, then," said Albert, "that instead of opposing, she will encourage me.""Adieu, then, until five o'clock; be punctual, and we shall arrive at twelve or one.""At Treport?"
"Yes; or in the neighborhood."
"But can we travel forty-eight leagues in eight hours?""Easily," said Monte Cristo.
"You are certainly a prodigy; you will soon not only surpass the railway, which would not be very difficult in France, but even the telegraph.""But, viscount, since we cannot perform the journey in less than seven or eight hours, do not keep me waiting.""Do not fear, I have little to prepare." Monte Cristo smiled as he nodded to Albert, then remained a moment absorbed in deep meditation.But passing his hand across his forehead as if to dispel his revery, he rang the bell twice and Bertuccio entered."Bertuccio," said he, "I intend going this evening to Normandy, instead of to-morrow or the next day.You will have sufficient time before five o'clock;despatch a messenger to apprise the grooms at the first station.M.de Morcerf will accompany me." Bertuccio obeyed and despatched a courier to Pontoise to say the travelling-carriage would arrive at six o'clock.From Pontoise another express was sent to the next stage, and in six hours all the horses stationed on the road were ready.
Before his departure, the count went to Haidee's apartments, told her his intention, and resigned everything to her care.
Albert was punctual.The journey soon became interesting from its rapidity, of which Morcerf had formed no previous idea."Truly," said Monte Cristo, "with your posthorses going at the rate of two leagues an hour, and that absurd law that one traveller shall not pass another without permission, so that an invalid or ill-tempered traveller may detain those who are well and active, it is impossible to move; I escape this annoyance by travelling with my own postilion and horses; do I not, Ali?"The count put his head out of the window and whistled, and the horses appeared to fly.The carriage rolled with a thundering noise over the pavement, and every one turned to notice the dazzling meteor.Ali, smiling, repeated the sound, grasped the reins with a firm hand, and spurred his horses, whose beautiful manes floated in the breeze.This child of the desert was in his element, and with his black face and sparkling eyes appeared, in the cloud of dust he raised, like the genius of the simoom and the god of the hurricane."I never knew till now the delight of speed,"said Morcerf, and the last cloud disappeared from his brow;"but where the devil do you get such horses? Are they made to order?""Precisely," said the count; "six years since I bought a horse in Hungary remarkable for its swiftness.The thirty-two that we shall use to-night are its progeny; they are all entirely black, with the exception of a star upon the forehead.""That is perfectly admirable; but what do you do, count, with all these horses?""You see, I travel with them."
"But you are not always travelling."
"When I no longer require them, Bertuccio will sell them, and he expects to realize thirty or forty thousand francs by the sale.""But no monarch in Europe will be wealthy enough to purchase them.""Then he will sell them to some Eastern vizier, who will empty his coffers to purchase them, and refill them by applying the bastinado to his subjects.""Count, may I suggest one idea to you?"
"Certainly."