Граф Монте-Крісто

The Waking.

           Franzadjustedhistelescope,anddirectedittowardstheyacht.Gaetanowasnotmistaken.Atthesternthemysteriousstrangerwasstandinguplookingtowardstheshore,andholdingaspy-glassinhishand.Hewasattiredashehadbeenonthepreviousevening,andwavedhispocket-handkerchieftohisguestintokenofadieu.Franzreturnedthesalutebyshakinghishandkerchiefasanexchangeofsignals.Afterasecond,aslightcloudofsmokewasseenatthesternofthevessel,whichrosegracefullyasitexpandedintheair,andthenFranzheardaslightreport."There,doyouhear?"observedGaetano;"heisbiddingyouadieu."Theyoungmantookhiscarbineandfireditintheair,butwithoutanyideathatthenoisecouldbeheardatthedistancewhichseparatedtheyachtfromtheshore.

           "Whatareyourexcellency’sorders?"inquiredGaetano.

           "Inthefirstplace,lightmeatorch."

           "Ah,yes,Iunderstand,"repliedthepatron,"tofindtheentrancetotheenchantedapartment.Withmuchpleasure,yourexcellency,ifitwouldamuseyou;andIwillgetyouthetorchyouaskfor.ButItoohavehadtheideayouhave,andtwoorthreetimesthesamefancyhascomeoverme;butIhavealwaysgivenitup.Giovanni,lightatorch,"headded,"andgiveittohisexcellency."

           Giovanniobeyed.Franztookthelamp,andenteredthesubterraneangrotto,followedbyGaetano.

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