The Son of Monte-Cristo - BestLightNovel.com
You’re reading novel The Son of Monte-Cristo Volume I Part 44 online at BestLightNovel.com. Please use the follow button to get notification about the latest chapter next time when you visit BestLightNovel.com. Use F11 button to read novel in full-screen(PC only). Drop by anytime you want to read free – fast – latest novel. It’s great if you could leave a comment, share your opinion about the new chapters, new novel with others on the internet. We’ll do our best to bring you the finest, latest novel everyday. Enjoy
"Well then, I shall do my best."
"Hurrah!--is it not so, I'm allowed to call you commander?"
"But I have already told you--"
"Let me only say so, and if you wish to oblige me, call me simply Coucou, and all will be well."
"I shall consider the matter. Now go down and wait for me in the street, I shall be there almost immediately."
"At your service, commander," said the Zouave, putting his hand to his cap, whereupon he left.
"Well?" inquired Mercedes, when alone with the count.
"Mercedes," said Monte-Cristo, with sincerity, "do not despair. All my energy shall be devoted toward finding your son, and perhaps G.o.d will be merciful."
"I will believe it and not give way to despair."
"Then farewell, Mercedes! We will soon meet again. Now I am ready to look for Beauchamp, who, as I have heard, is again in Ma.r.s.eilles."
A knock interrupted the count--the door was quietly opened and a clear voice inquired:
"Are you alone, dear mother?"
Receiving a wink from the count, Mercedes said:
"Yes, Clary, you may enter."
The young English lady skipped over the threshold, but she stood still and blushed as soon as she saw the stranger.
"My dear little friend," said Mercedes, presenting the girl, "keeps me company in my desolation, and thus helps me to pa.s.s away many a weary hour."
The count bowed respectfully, whereupon he extended his hand to Mercedes and went away.
"Who is the gentleman?" asked Clary, as soon as the door closed behind Monte-Cristo.
"The Count of Monte-Cristo," said Mercedes.
"Was he the person whom you expected?"
"Yes."
"Oh, then be of good cheer," said Clary, putting her tiny hand upon her heaving breast; "something tells me that this man is almighty! Hope, Mother Mercedes--hope!"
CHAPTER x.x.xVIII
"SEARCH FOR THE WIFE!"
The count found the Zouave outside the house in animated conversation with Madame Caraman. Coucou had a special predilection for the "female s.e.x," and the widow of the sergeant saw in every blue-coat a comrade of her "blessed one."
"How do you do, madame? Surely you are the companion of the beautiful little one up-stairs?" and he pointed at the house.
Madame Caraman nodded.
"Well, the little one is well cared for; I often wished that as much had been done for my education," continued the Zouave obligingly. The companion laughed and soon a lively conversation commenced. Both were very fond of chatting together, and when the count made his appearance, the Zouave grew timid and muttered:
"Dear me, the commander."
Madame Caraman responded respectfully to the Count of Monte-Cristo's kind salute; the count walked along the street and hailed a pa.s.ser-by.
Immediately a beautiful carriage with two splendid horses approached, and after the count had ordered Ali, who sat in front, "to drive around the town," he and Coucou got inside, where began the conversation in a friendly manner.
"So--now tell me all you know."
"Immediately, commander, but allow me in the meantime to remark that I never have ridden in such a splendid carriage."
"One must try all things," replied the count laughing; "if I have understood you rightly before it is concerning a report which has come to the knowledge of Madame Joliette."
"Quite right, commander. Do you see, in some things the ladies are very distrustful--"
"The long preface makes me conclude that it is concerning a woman,"
interrupted the count.
"Not exactly a woman, she was but a child not more than fifteen years at the utmost."
"And this child was Captain Joliette's sweetheart?"
"Alas, G.o.d forbid--no, that was not the case."
"Well make it short and tell the story."
"At once, sir," began the Zouave bowing. "One evening we had pursued a troop of Bedouins, and when night set in we were too far away from camp to reach it. We lay down in a hollow; the terrible howling of panthers and hyenas was the song to put us to sleep. Toward two o'clock in the morning I awoke suddenly--the moon had risen and I saw a large dark body close to the hollow pa.s.s by rapidly. I soon got my gun ready and fired.
The sound woke the captain up and he inquired the reason. Ere I had time to answer, I heard a cry of anguish proceeding from above the hollow--in two leaps the captain reached the top of the rock and I followed him.
The sight which presented itself was terrible. On the ground lay a white figure and close by was an enormous panther. The yellow glowing eyes of the animal and its wide-open blood-red jaws terrified me--the captain held his poniard in the right hand and hit at all sides. I intended to fire at the beast, but man and beast rolled over and over again and I was afraid that I might hit the captain. Now the iron grasp of the captain had hold of the panther's neck--the animal howled fearfully, and the next moment the weapon of the man slit the body of the beast open.
The panther turned over, a streak of blood drenching the ground; the captain, breathing heavily, sank down quite exhausted. I hastened to his a.s.sistance; the panther's paw had torn his breast and the wound caused him a great deal of pain, but when I tried to dress it he refused and said firmly:
"Look after the little one, Coucou, don't mind me."
I bent over the white figure; it was a beautiful girl, whose pale, wax-like face seemed to have become motionless from fright. Long dark hair hung over her tender cheeks, and on her white shoulder the paw of the panther had made a large open wound, from which the blood was flowing.
In the meantime our comrades had hastened to the spot: with their help the captain rose and his wound was washed and dressed. I did all I could to revive the child, but was unsuccessful. As soon as the captain could move again, he ceased thinking of himself, but continually aided me in my endeavor; bending over the wounded one, he whispered:
"'I hope she is not dead.'"
"He is not the son of his father, but of his mother," muttered Monte-Cristo to himself, but in a louder tone he then said:
"Who was the girl?"