Граф Монте-Крісто

The Meeting.

           deMorcerf;heshallbesowellspared,thathewillreturnquietlywithhistwofriends,whileI"

           "Andyou?"

           "Thatwillbeanotherthing;Ishallbebroughthome."

           "No,no,"criedMaximilian,quiteunabletorestrainhisfeelings.

           "AsItoldyou,mydearMorrel,M.deMorcerfwillkillme."Morrellookedathiminutteramazement."Butwhathashappened,then,sincelastevening,count?"

           "ThesamethingthathappenedtoBrutusthenightbeforethebattleofPhilippi;Ihaveseenaghost."

           "Andthatghost"

           "Toldme,Morrel,thatIhadlivedlongenough."MaximilianandEmmanuellookedateachother.MonteCristodrewouthiswatch."Letusgo,"saidhe;"itisfiveminutespastseven,andtheappointmentwasforeighto’clock."Acarriagewasinreadinessatthedoor.MonteCristosteppedintoitwithhistwofriends.Hehadstoppedamomentinthepassagetolistenatadoor,andMaximilianandEmmanuel,whohadconsideratelypassedforwardafewsteps,thoughttheyheardhimanswerbyasightoasobfromwithin.Astheclockstruckeighttheydroveuptotheplaceofmeeting."Wearefirst,"saidMorrel,lookingoutofthewindow."Excuseme,sir,"saidBaptistin,whohadfollowedhismasterwithindescribableterror,"butIthinkIseeacarriagedownthereunderthetrees."

           MonteCristospranglightlyfromthecarriage,andofferedhishandtoassistEmmanuelandMaximilian.

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