Граф Монте-Крісто

The King’s Closet at the Tuileries.

           AtthismomenthewillhaveleftElba,togowhitherIknownot,butassuredlytoattemptalandingeitheratNaples,oronthecoastofTuscany,orperhapsontheshoresofFrance.YourmajestyiswellawarethatthesovereignoftheIslandofElbahasmaintainedhisrelationswithItalyandFrance?"

           "Iam,sir,"saidtheking,muchagitated;"andrecentlywehavehadinformationthattheBonapartistclubshavehadmeetingsintheRueSaint–Jacques.Butproceed,Ibegofyou.Howdidyouobtainthesedetails?"

           "Sire,theyaretheresultsofanexaminationwhichIhavemadeofamanofMarseilles,whomIhavewatchedforsometime,andarrestedonthedayofmydeparture.Thisperson,asailor,ofturbulentcharacter,andwhomIsuspectedofBonapartism,hasbeensecretlytotheIslandofElba.Therehesawthegrand-marshal,whochargedhimwithanoralmessagetoaBonapartistinParis,whosenameIcouldnotextractfromhim;butthismissionwastopreparemen’smindsforareturn(itisthemanwhosaysthis,sire)areturnwhichwillsoonoccur."

           "Andwhereisthisman?"

           "Inprison,sire."

           "Andthematterseemsserioustoyou?"

           "Soserious,sire,thatwhenthecircumstancesurprisedmeinthemidstofafamilyfestival,ontheverydayofmybetrothal,Ileftmybrideandfriends,postponingeverything,thatImighthastentolayatyourmajesty’sfeetthefearswhichimpressedme,andtheassuranceofmydevotion

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