Morrel rushed forward to tear it from him, but Monte Cristo perceiving his intention, seized his wrist with his iron grasp."You wish to destroy yourself," said the count; "you have written it.""Well," said Morrel, changing his expression of calmness for one of violence -- "well, and if I do intend to turn this pistol against myself, who shall prevent me -- who will dare prevent me? All my hopes are blighted, my heart is broken, my life a burden, everything around me is sad and mournful;earth has become distasteful to me, and human voices distract me.It is a mercy to let me die, for if I live Ishall lose my reason and become mad.When, sir, I tell you all this with tears of heartfelt anguish, can you reply that I am wrong, can you prevent my putting an end to my miserable existence? Tell me, sir, could you have the courage to do so?""Yes, Morrel," said Monte Cristo, with a calmness which contrasted strangely with the young man's excitement; "yes, I would do so.""You?" exclaimed Morrel, with increasing anger and reproach -- "you, who have deceived me with false hopes, who have cheered and soothed me with vain promises, when I might, if not have saved her, at least have seen her die in my arms!
You, who pretend to understand everything, even the hidden sources of knowledge, -- and who enact the part of a guardian angel upon earth, and could not even find an antidote to a poison administered to a young girl! Ah, sir, indeed you would inspire me with pity, were you not hateful in my eyes.""Morrel" --
"Yes; you tell me to lay aside the mask, and I will do so, be satisfied! When you spoke to me at the cemetery, Ianswered you -- my heart was softened; when you arrived here, I allowed you to enter.But since you abuse my confidence, since you have devised a new torture after Ithought I had exhausted them all, then, Count of Monte Cristo my pretended benefactor -- then, Count of Monte Cristo, the universal guardian, be satisfied, you shall witness the death of your friend;" and Morrel, with a maniacal laugh, again rushed towards the pistols.
"And I again repeat, you shall not commit suicide.""Prevent me, then!" replied Morrel, with another struggle, which, like the first, failed in releasing him from the count's iron grasp.
"I will prevent you."
"And who are you, then, that arrogate to yourself this tyrannical right over free and rational beings?""Who am I?" repeated Monte Cristo."Listen; I am the only man in the world having the right to say to you, `Morrel, your father's son shall not die to-day;'" and Monte Cristo, with an expression of majesty and sublimity, advanced with arms folded toward the young man, who, involuntarily overcome by the commanding manner of this man, recoiled a step.
"Why do you mention my father?" stammered he; "why do you mingle a recollection of him with the affairs of today?""Because I am he who saved your father's life when he wished to destroy himself, as you do to-day -- because I am the man who sent the purse to your young sister, and the Pharaon to old Morrel -- because I am the Edmond Dantes who nursed you, a child, on my knees." Morrel made another step back, staggering, breathless, crushed; then all his strength give way, and he fell prostrate at the feet of Monte Cristo.Then his admirable nature underwent a complete and sudden revulsion; he arose, rushed out of the room and to the stairs, exclaiming energetically, "Julie, Julie -- Emmanuel, Emmanuel!"Monte Cristo endeavored also to leave, but Maximilian would have died rather than relax his hold of the handle of the door, which he closed upon the count.Julie, Emmanuel, and some of the servants, ran up in alarm on hearing the cries of Maximilian.Morrel seized their hands, and opening the door exclaimed in a voice choked with sobs, "On your knees -- on your knees -- he is our benefactor -- the saviour of our father! He is" --He would have added "Edmond Dantes," but the count seized his arm and prevented him.Julie threw herself into the arms of the count; Emmanuel embraced him as a guardian angel;Morrel again fell on his knees, and struck the ground with his forehead.Then the iron-hearted man felt his heart swell in his breast; a flame seemed to rush from his throat to his eyes, he bent his head and wept.For a while nothing was heard in the room but a succession of sobs, while the incense from their grateful hearts mounted to heaven.Julie had scarcely recovered from her deep emotion when she rushed out of the room, descended to the next floor, ran into the drawing-room with childlike joy and raised the crystal globe which covered the purse given by the unknown of the Allees de Meillan.Meanwhile, Emmanuel in a broken voice said to the count, "Oh, count, how could you, hearing us so often speak of our unknown benefactor, seeing us pay such homage of gratitude and adoration to his memory, -- how could you continue so long without discovering yourself to us? Oh, it was cruel to us, and -- dare I say it? -- to you also.""Listen, my friends," said the count -- "I may call you so since we have really been friends for the last eleven years -- the discovery of this secret has been occasioned by a great event which you must never know.I wish to bury it during my whole life in my own bosom, but your brother Maximilian wrested it from me by a violence he repents of now, I am sure." Then turning around, and seeing that Morrel, still on his knees, had thrown himself into an arm-chair, be added in a low voice, pressing Emmanuel's hand significantly, "Watch over him.""Why so?" asked the young man, surprised.
"I cannot explain myself; but watch over him." Emmanuel looked around the room and caught sight of the pistols; his eyes rested on the weapons, and he pointed to them.Monte Cristo bent his head.Emmanuel went towards the pistols.