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Count of Monte Cristo, The
Chapter 38 - The Compact
Alexandre Dumas
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       _ The first words that Albert uttered to his friend, on the
       following morning, contained a request that Franz would
       accompany him on a visit to the count; true, the young man
       had warmly and energetically thanked the count on the
       previous evening; but services such as he had rendered could
       never be too often acknowledged. Franz, who seemed attracted
       by some invisible influence towards the count, in which
       terror was strangely mingled, felt an extreme reluctance to
       permit his friend to be exposed alone to the singular
       fascination that this mysterious personage seemed to
       exercise over him, and therefore made no objection to
       Albert's request, but at once accompanied him to the desired
       spot, and, after a short delay, the count joined them in the
       salon. "My dear count," said Albert, advancing to meet him,
       "permit me to repeat the poor thanks I offered last night,
       and to assure you that the remembrance of all I owe to you
       will never be effaced from my memory; believe me, as long as
       I live, I shall never cease to dwell with grateful
       recollection on the prompt and important service you
       rendered me; and also to remember that to you I am indebted
       even for my life."
       "My very good friend and excellent neighbor," replied the
       count, with a smile, "you really exaggerate my trifling
       exertions. You owe me nothing but some trifle of 20,000
       francs, which you have been saved out of your travelling
       expenses, so that there is not much of a score between us;
       -- but you must really permit me to congratulate you on the
       ease and unconcern with which you resigned yourself to your
       fate, and the perfect indifference you manifested as to the
       turn events might take."
       "Upon my word," said Albert, "I deserve no credit for what I
       could not help, namely, a determination to take everything
       as I found it, and to let those bandits see, that although
       men get into troublesome scrapes all over the world, there
       is no nation but the French that can smile even in the face
       of grim Death himself. All that, however, has nothing to do
       with my obligations to you, and I now come to ask you
       whether, in my own person, my family, or connections, I can
       in any way serve you? My father, the Comte de Morcerf,
       although of Spanish origin, possesses considerable
       influence, both at the court of France and Madrid, and I
       unhesitatingly place the best services of myself, and all to
       whom my life is dear, at your disposal."
       "Monsieur de Morcerf," replied the count, "your offer, far
       from surprising me, is precisely what I expected from you,
       and I accept it in the same spirit of hearty sincerity with
       which it is made; -- nay, I will go still further, and say
       that I had previously made up my mind to ask a great favor
       at your hands."
       "Oh, pray name it."
       "I am wholly a stranger to Paris -- it is a city I have
       never yet seen."
       "Is it possible," exclaimed Albert, "that you have reached
       your present age without visiting the finest capital in the
       world? I can scarcely credit it."
       "Nevertheless, it is quite true; still, I agree with you in
       thinking that my present ignorance of the first city in
       Europe is a reproach to me in every way, and calls for
       immediate correction; but, in all probability, I should have
       performed so important, so necessary a duty, as that of
       making myself acquainted with the wonders and beauties of
       your justly celebrated capital, had I known any person who
       would have introduced me into the fashionable world, but
       unfortunately I possessed no acquaintance there, and, of
       necessity, was compelled to abandon the idea."
       "So distinguished an individual as yourself," cried Albert,
       "could scarcely have required an introduction."
       "You are most kind; but as regards myself, I can find no
       merit I possess, save that, as a millionaire, I might have
       become a partner in the speculations of M. Aguado and M.
       Rothschild; but as my motive in travelling to your capital
       would not have been for the pleasure of dabbling in stocks,
       I stayed away till some favorable chance should present
       itself of carrying my wish into execution. Your offer,
       however, smooths all difficulties, and I have only to ask
       you, my dear M. de Morcerf" (these words were accompanied by
       a most peculiar smile), "whether you undertake, upon my
       arrival in France, to open to me the doors of that
       fashionable world of which I know no more than a Huron or a
       native of Cochin-China?"
       "Oh, that I do, and with infinite pleasure," answered
       Albert; "and so much the more readily as a letter received
       this morning from my father summons me to Paris, in
       consequence of a treaty of marriage (my dear Franz, do not
       smile, I beg of you) with a family of high standing, and
       connected with the very cream of Parisian society."
       "Connected by marriage, you mean," said Franz, laughingly.
       "Well, never mind how it is," answered Albert, "it comes to
       the same thing in the end. Perhaps by the time you return to
       Paris, I shall be quite a sober, staid father of a family! A
       most edifying representative I shall make of all the
       domestic virtues -- don't you think so? But as regards your
       wish to visit our fine city, my dear count, I can only say
       that you may command me and mine to any extent you please."
       "Then it is settled," said the count, "and I give you my
       solemn assurance that I only waited an opportunity like the
       present to realize plans that I have long meditated." Franz
       did not doubt that these plans were the same concerning
       which the count had dropped a few words in the grotto of
       Monte Cristo, and while the Count was speaking the young man
       watched him closely, hoping to read something of his purpose
       in his face, but his countenance was inscrutable especially
       when, as in the present case, it was veiled in a sphinx-like
       smile. "But tell me now, count," exclaimed Albert, delighted
       at the idea of having to chaperon so distinguished a person
       as Monte Cristo; "tell me truly whether you are in earnest,
       or if this project of visiting Paris is merely one of the
       chimerical and uncertain air castles of which we make so
       many in the course of our lives, but which, like a house
       built on the sand, is liable to be blown over by the first
       puff of wind?"
       "I pledge you my honor," returned the count, "that I mean to
       do as I have said; both inclination and positive necessity
       compel me to visit Paris."
       "When do you propose going thither?"
       "Have you made up your mind when you shall be there
       yourself?"
       "Certainly I have; in a fortnight or three weeks' time, that
       is to say, as fast as I can get there!"
       "Nay," said the Count; "I will give you three months ere I
       join you; you see I make an ample allowance for all delays
       and difficulties.
       "And in three months' time," said Albert, "you will be at my
       house?"
       "Shall we make a positive appointment for a particular day
       and hour?" inquired the count; "only let me warn you that I
       am proverbial for my punctilious exactitude in keeping my
       engagements."
       "Day for day, hour for hour," said Albert; "that will suit
       me to a dot."
       "So be it, then," replied the count, and extending his hand
       towards a calendar, suspended near the chimney-piece, he
       said, "to-day is the 21st of February;" and drawing out his
       watch, added, "it is exactly half-past ten o'clock. Now
       promise me to remember this, and expect me the 21st of May
       at the same hour in the forenoon."
       "Capital," exclaimed Albert; "your breakfast shall be
       waiting."
       "Where do you live?"
       "No. 27, Rue du Helder."
       "Have you bachelor's apartments there? I hope my coming will
       not put you to any inconvenience."
       "I reside in my father's house, but occupy a pavilion at the
       farther side of the court-yard, entirely separated from the
       main building."
       "Quite sufficient," replied the count, as, taking out his
       tablets, he wrote down "No. 27, Rue du Helder, 21st May,
       half-past ten in the morning."
       "Now then," said the count, returning his tablets to his
       pocket, "make yourself perfectly easy; the hand of your
       time-piece will not be more accurate in marking the time
       than myself."
       "Shall I see you again ere my departure?" asked Albert.
       "That depends; when do you leave?"
       "To-morrow evening, at five o'clock."
       "In that case I must say adieu to you, as I am compelled to
       go to Naples, and shall not return hither before Saturday
       evening or Sunday morning. And you, baron," pursued the
       count, addressing Franz, "do you also depart to-morrow?"
       "Yes."
       "For France?"
       "No, for Venice; I shall remain in Italy for another year or
       two."
       "Then we shall not meet in Paris?"
       "I fear I shall not have that honor."
       "Well, since we must part," said the count, holding out a
       hand to each of the young men, "allow me to wish you both a
       safe and pleasant journey." It was the first time the hand
       of Franz had come in contact with that of the mysterious
       individual before him, and unconsciously he shuddered at its
       touch, for it felt cold and icy as that of a corpse. "Let us
       understand each other," said Albert; "it is agreed -- is it
       not? -- that you are to be at No. 27, in the Rue du Helder,
       on the 21st of May, at half-past ten in the morning, and
       your word of honor passed for your punctuality?"
       "The 21st of May, at half-past ten in the morning, Rue du
       Helder, No. 27," replied the Count. The young men then rose,
       and bowing to the count, quitted the room. "What is the
       matter?" asked Albert of Franz, when they had returned to
       their own apartments; "you seem more than commonly
       thoughtful."
       "I will confess to you, Albert," replied Franz, "the count
       is a very singular person, and the appointment you have made
       to meet him in Paris fills me with a thousand
       apprehensions."
       "My dear fellow," exclaimed Albert, "what can there possibly
       be in that to excite uneasiness? Why, you must have lost
       your senses."
       "Whether I am in my senses or not," answered Franz, "that is
       the way I feel."
       "Listen to me, Franz," said Albert; "I am glad that the
       occasion has presented itself for saying this to you, for I
       have noticed how cold you are in your bearing towards the
       count, while he, on the other hand, has always been courtesy
       itself to us. Have you anything particular against him?"
       "Possibly."
       "Did you ever meet him previously to coming hither?"
       "I have."
       "And where?"
       "Will you promise me not to repeat a single word of what I
       am about to tell you?"
       "I promise."
       "Upon your honor?"
       "Upon my honor."
       "Then listen to me." Franz then related to his friend the
       history of his excursion to the Island of Monte Cristo and
       of his finding a party of smugglers there, and the two
       Corsican bandits with them. He dwelt with considerable force
       and energy on the almost magical hospitality he had received
       from the count, and the magnificence of his entertainment in
       the grotto of the "Thousand and One Nights." He recounted,
       with circumstantial exactitude, all the particulars of the
       supper, the hashish, the statues, the dream, and how, at his
       awakening, there remained no proof or trace of all these
       events, save the small yacht, seen in the distant horizon
       driving under full sail toward Porto-Vecchio. Then he
       detailed the conversation overheard by him at the Colosseum,
       between the count and Vampa, in which the count had promised
       to obtain the release of the bandit Peppino, -- an
       engagement which, as our readers are aware, he most
       faithfully fulfilled. At last he arrived at the adventure of
       the preceding night, and the embarrassment in which he found
       himself placed by not having sufficient cash by six or seven
       hundred piastres to make up the sum required, and finally of
       his application to the count and the picturesque and
       satisfactory result that followed. Albert listened with the
       most profound attention. "Well," said he, when Franz had
       concluded, "what do you find to object to in all you have
       related? The count is fond of travelling, and, being rich,
       possesses a vessel of his own. Go but to Portsmouth or
       Southampton, and you will find the harbors crowded with the
       yachts belonging to such of the English as can afford the
       expense, and have the same liking for this amusement. Now,
       by way of having a resting-place during his excursions,
       avoiding the wretched cookery -- which has been trying its
       best to poison me during the last four months, while you
       have manfully resisted its effects for as many years, -- and
       obtaining a bed on which it is possible to slumber, Monte
       Cristo has furnished for himself a temporary abode where you
       first found him; but, to prevent the possibility of the
       Tuscan government taking a fancy to his enchanted palace,
       and thereby depriving him of the advantages naturally
       expected from so large an outlay of capital, he has wisely
       enough purchased the island, and taken its name. Just ask
       yourself, my good fellow, whether there are not many persons
       of our acquaintance who assume the names of lands and
       properties they never in their lives were masters of?"
       "But," said Franz, "the Corsican bandits that were among the
       crew of his vessel?"
       "Why, really the thing seems to me simple enough. Nobody
       knows better than yourself that the bandits of Corsica are
       not rogues or thieves, but purely and simply fugitives,
       driven by some sinister motive from their native town or
       village, and that their fellowship involves no disgrace or
       stigma; for my own part, I protest that, should I ever go to
       Corsica, my first visit, ere even I presented myself to the
       mayor or prefect, should be to the bandits of Colomba, if I
       could only manage to find them; for, on my conscience, they
       are a race of men I admire greatly."
       "Still," persisted Franz, "I suppose you will allow that
       such men as Vampa and his band are regular villains, who
       have no other motive than plunder when they seize your
       person. How do you explain the influence the count evidently
       possessed over those ruffians?"
       "My good friend, as in all probability I own my present
       safety to that influence, it would ill become me to search
       too closely into its source; therefore, instead of
       condemning him for his intimacy with outlaws, you must give
       me leave to excuse any little irregularity there may be in
       such a connection; not altogether for preserving my life,
       for my own idea was that it never was in much danger, but
       certainly for saving me 4,000 piastres, which, being
       translated, means neither more nor less than 24,000 livres
       of our money -- a sum at which, most assuredly, I should
       never have been estimated in France, proving most
       indisputably," added Albert with a laugh, "that no prophet
       is honored in his own country."
       "Talking of countries," replied Franz, "of what country is
       the count, what is his native tongue, whence does he derive
       his immense fortune, and what were those events of his early
       life -- a life as marvellous as unknown -- that have
       tinctured his succeeding years with so dark and gloomy a
       misanthropy? Certainly these are questions that, in your
       place, I should like to have answered."
       "My dear Franz," replied Albert, "when, upon receipt of my
       letter, you found the necessity of asking the count's
       assistance, you promptly went to him, saying, `My friend
       Albert de Morcerf is in danger; help me to deliver him.' Was
       not that nearly what you said?"
       "It was."
       "Well, then, did he ask you, `Who is M. Albert de Morcerf?
       how does he come by his name -- his fortune? what are his
       means of existence? what is his birthplace! of what country
       is he a native?' Tell me, did he put all these questions to
       you?"
       "I confess he asked me none."
       "No; he merely came and freed me from the hands of Signor
       Vampa, where, I can assure you, in spite of all my outward
       appearance of ease and unconcern, I did not very
       particularly care to remain. Now, then, Franz, when, for
       services so promptly and unhesitatingly rendered, he but
       asks me in return to do for him what is done daily for any
       Russian prince or Italian nobleman who may pass through
       Paris -- merely to introduce him into society -- would you
       have me refuse? My good fellow, you must have lost your
       senses to think it possible I could act with such
       cold-blooded policy." And this time it must be confessed
       that, contrary to the usual state of affairs in discussions
       between the young men, the effective arguments were all on
       Albert's side.
       "Well," said Franz with a sigh, "do as you please my dear
       viscount, for your arguments are beyond my powers of
       refutation. Still, in spite of all, you must admit that this
       Count of Monte Cristo is a most singular personage."
       "He is a philanthropist," answered the other; "and no doubt
       his motive in visiting Paris is to compete for the Monthyon
       prize, given, as you are aware, to whoever shall be proved
       to have most materially advanced the interests of virtue and
       humanity. If my vote and interest can obtain it for him, I
       will readily give him the one and promise the other. And
       now, my dear Franz, let us talk of something else. Come,
       shall we take our luncheon, and then pay a last visit to St.
       Peter's?" Franz silently assented; and the following
       afternoon, at half-past five o'clock, the young men parted.
       Albert de Morcerf to return to Paris, and Franz d'Epinay to
       pass a fortnight at Venice. But, ere he entered his
       travelling carriage, Albert, fearing that his expected guest
       might forget the engagement he had entered into, placed in
       the care of a waiter at the hotel a card to be delivered to
       the Count of Monte Cristo, on which, beneath the name of
       Vicomte Albert de Morcerf, he had written in pencil -- "27,
       Rue du Helder, on the 21st May, half-past ten A.M." _
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Chapter 1 Marseilles - The Arrival
Chapter 2 - Father and Son
Chapter 3 - The Catalans
Chapter 4 - Conspiracy
Chapter 5 - The Marriage-Feast
Chapter 6 - The Deputy Procureur du Roi
Chapter 7 - The Examination
Chapter 8 - The Chateau D'If
Chapter 9 - The Evening of the Betrothal
Chapter 10 - The King's Closet at the Tuileries
Chapter 11 - The Corsican Ogre
Chapter 12 - Father and Son
Chapter 13 - The Hundred Days
Chapter 14 - The Two Prisoners
Chapter 15 - Number 34 and Number 27
Chapter 16 - A Learned Italian
Chapter 17 - The Abbe's Chamber
Chapter 18 - The Treasure
Chapter 19 - The Third Attack
Chapter 20 - The Cemetery of the Chateau D'If
Chapter 21 - The Island of Tiboulen
Chapter 22 - The Smugglers
Chapter 23 - The Island of Monte Cristo
Chapter 24 - The Secret Cave
Chapter 25 - The Unknown
Chapter 26 - The Pont du Gard Inn
Chapter 27 - The Story
Chapter 28 - The Prison Register
Chapter 29 - The House of Morrel & Son
Chapter 30 - The Fifth of September
Chapter 31 - Italy: Sinbad the Sailor
Chapter 32 - The Waking
Chapter 33 - Roman Bandits
Chapter 34 - The Colosseum
Chapter 35 - La Mazzolata
Chapter 36 - The Carnival at Rome
Chapter 37 - The Catacombs of Saint Sebastian
Chapter 38 - The Compact
Chapter 39 - The Guests
Chapter 40 - The Breakfast
Chapter 41 - The Presentation
Chapter 42 - Monsieur Bertuccio
Chapter 43 - The House at Auteuil
Chapter 44 - The Vendetta
Chapter 45 - The Rain of Blood
Chapter 46 - Unlimited Credit
Chapter 47 - The Dappled Grays
Chapter 48 - Ideology
Chapter 49 - Haidee
Chapter 50 - The Morrel Family
Chapter 51 - Pyramus and Thisbe
Chapter 52 - Toxicology
Chapter 53 - Robert le Diable
Chapter 54 - A Flurry in Stocks
Chapter 55 - Major Cavalcanti
Chapter 56 - Andrea Cavalcanti
Chapter 57 - In the Lucerne Patch
Chapter 58 - M Noirtier de Villefort
Chapter 59 - The Will
Chapter 60 - The Telegraph
Chapter 61 - How a Gardener may get rid of the Dormice that eat His Peaches
Chapter 62 - Ghosts
Chapter 63 - The Dinner
Chapter 64 - The Beggar
Chapter 65 - A Conjugal Scene
Chapter 66 - Matrimonial Projects
Chapter 67 - At the Office of the King's Attorney
Chapter 68 - A Summer Ball
Chapter 69 - The Inquiry
Chapter 70 - The Ball
Chapter 71 - Bread and Salt
Chapter 72 - Madame de Saint-Meran
Chapter 73 - The Promise
Chapter 74 - The Villefort Family Vault
Chapter 75 - A Signed Statement
Chapter 76 - Progress of Cavalcanti the Younger
Chapter 77 - Haidee
Chapter 78 - We hear From Yanina
Chapter 79 - The Lemonade
Chapter 80 - The Accusation
Chapter 81 - The Room of the Retired Baker
Chapter 82 - The Burglary
Chapter 83 - The Hand of God
Chapter 84 - Beauchamp
Chapter 85 - The Journey
Chapter 86 - The Trial
Chapter 87 - The Challenge
Chapter 88 - The Insult
Chapter 89 - A Nocturnal Interview
Chapter 90 - The Meeting
Chapter 91 - Mother and Son
Chapter 92 - The Suicide
Chapter 93 - Valentine
Chapter 94 - Maximilian's Avowal
Chapter 95 - Father and Daughter
Chapter 96 - The Contract
Chapter 97 - The Departure for Belgium
Chapter 98 - The Bell and Bottle Tavern
Chapter 99 - The Law
Chapter 100 - The Apparition
Chapter 101 - Locusta
Chapter 102 - Valentine
Chapter 103 - Maximilian
Chapter 104 - Danglars Signature
Chapter 105 - The Cemetery of Pere-la-Chaise
Chapter 106 - Dividing the Proceeds
Chapter 107 - The Lions' Den
Chapter 108 - The Judge
Chapter 109 - The Assizes
Chapter 110 - The Indictment
Chapter 111 - Expiation
Chapter 112 - The Departure
Chapter 113 - The Past
Chapter 114 - Peppino
Chapter 115 - Luigi Vampa's Bill of Fare
Chapter 116 - The Pardon
Chapter 117 - The Fifth of October