The Count of Monte Cristo. Alexandre Dumas

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СКАЧАТЬ the use of mentioning that? What is done is done. Let us talk of your happy return, my boy. I had gone on the quay to match a piece of mulberry cloth, when I met friend Danglars.

      “‘What! you at Marseilles?’

      “‘Yes,’ says he.

      “‘I thought you were at Smyrna.’

      “‘I was; but am now back again.’

      “‘And where is the dear boy, our little Edmond?’

      “‘Why, with his father, no doubt,’ replied Danglars. And so I came,” added Caderousse, “as fast as I could to have the pleasure of shaking hands with a friend.”

      “Worthy Caderousse!” said the old man, “he is so much attached to us!”

      “Yes, to be sure I am. I love and esteem you, because honest folks are so rare. But it seems you have come back rich, my boy,” continued the tailor, looking askance at the handful of gold and silver which Dantès had thrown on the table.

      The young man remarked the greedy glance which shone in the dark eyes of his neighbour.

      “Eh!” he said negligently, “this money is not mine: I was expressing to my father my fears that he had wanted many things in my absence, and to convince me he emptied his purse on the table. Come, father,” added Dantès, “put this money back in your box—unless neighbour Caderousse wants anything, and in that case it is at his service.”

      “No, my boy, no,” said Caderousse. “I am not in any want, thank God! the state nourishes me. Keep your money—keep it, I say;—one never has too much;—but at the same time, my boy, I am as much obliged by your offer as if I took advantage of it.”

      “It was offered with goodwill,” said Dantès.

      “No doubt, my boy; no doubt. Well, you stand well with M. Morrel, I hear,—you insinuating dog, you!”

      “M. Morrel has always been exceedingly kind to me,” replied Dantès.

      “Then you were wrong to refuse to dine with him.”

      “What! did you refuse to dine with him?” said old Dantès; “and did he invite you to dine?”

      “Yes, my dear father,” replied Edmond, smiling at his father’s astonishment at the excessive honour paid to his son.

      “And why did you refuse, my son?” inquired the old man.

      “That I might the sooner see you again, my dear father,” replied the young man. “I was most anxious to see you.”

      “But it must have vexed M. Morrel, good, worthy man,” said Caderousse. “And when you are looking forward to be captain, it was wrong to annoy the owner.”

      “But I explained to him the cause of my refusal,” replied Dantès; “and I hope he fully understood it.”

      “Yes, but to be captain one must give way a little to one’s patrons.”

      “I hope to be captain without that,” said Dantès.

      “So much the better—so much the better! Nothing will give greater pleasure to all your old friends; and I know one down there behind the citadel of Saint Nicolas, who will not be sorry to hear it.”

      “Mercédès?” said the old man.

      “Yes, my dear father, and with your permission, now I have seen you, and know you are well, and have all you require, I will ask your consent to go and pay a visit to the Catalans.”

      “Go, my dear boy,” said old Dantès; “and Heaven bless you in your wife, as it has blessed me in my son!”

      “His wife!” said Caderousse; “why, how fast you go on, father Dantès; she is not his wife yet, it appears.”

      “No, but according to all probability she soon will be,” replied Edmond.

      “Yes—yes,” said Caderousse; “but you were right to return as soon as possible, my boy.”

      “And why?”

      “Because Mercédès is a very fine girl, and fine girls never lack lovers; she, particularly, has them by dozens.”

      “Really?” answered Edmond, with a smile which had in it traces of slight uneasiness.

      “Ah, yes,” continued Caderousse, “and capital offers too; but you know you will be captain, and who could refuse you then?”

      “Meaning to say,” replied Dantès, with a smile which but ill concealed his trouble, “that if I were not a captain———”

      “Eh—eh!” said Caderousse, shaking his head.

      “Come, come,” said the sailor, “I have a better opinion than you of women in general, and of Mercédès in particular; and I am certain that, captain or not, she will remain ever faithful to me.”

      “So much the better—so much the better,” said Caderousse. “When one is going to be married, there is nothing like implicit confidence; but never mind that, my boy,—but go and announce your arrival, and let her know all your hopes and prospects.”

      “I will go directly,” was Edmond’s reply; and, embracing his father, and saluting Caderousse, he left the apartment.

      Caderousse lingered for a moment, then taking leave of old Dantès, he went downstairs to rejoin Danglars, who awaited him at the corner of the Rue Senac.

      “Well,” said Danglars, “did you see him?”

      “I have just left him,” answered Caderousse.

      “Did he allude to his hope of being captain?”

      “He spoke of it as a thing already decided.”

      “Patience!” said Danglars, “he is in too much hurry, it appears to me.”

      “Why, it seems M. Morrel has promised him the thing.”

      “So that he is quite elate about it.”

      “That is to say, he is actually insolent on the matter—has already offered me his patronage, as if he were a grand personage, and proffered me a loan of money, as though he were a banker.”

      “Which you refused.”

      “Most assuredly; although I might easily have accepted, for it was I who put into his hands the first silver he ever earned; but now M. Dantès has no longer any occasion for assistance—he is about to become a captain.”

      “Pooh!” said Danglars, “he is not one yet.”

      “Ma foi!—and it will be as well he never should be,” answered Caderousse; “for if he should be, there will be really no speaking to him.”

      “If we choose,” replied СКАЧАТЬ