"What is it? "asked he.
"It is your new master, my good fellow," said the footman. And he held out to the concierge the notary's order.
"The house is sold, then?" demanded the concierge; "and this gentleman is coming to live here?"
"Yes, my friend," returned the count, "and I will endeavor to give you no cause to regret your old master."
"Oh, monsieur," said the concierge, "I shall not have much cause to regret him, for he came here but seldom; it is five years since he was here last. And he did well to sell the house, for it did not bring him in anything at all."
"What was the name of your old master?" said Monte-Cristo.
"M. le Marquis de Saint-Meran. Ah, I am sure he has not sold the house for what he gave for it."
"The Marquis de Saint-Meran!" returned the count. "The name is not unknown to me; the Marquis de Saint-Meran!" and he appeared to meditate.
"An old gentleman," continued the concierge, "a stanch follower of the Bourbons. He had an only daughter, who married M. de Villefort, who had been the procureur du roi at Nîmes, and afterward at Versailles."
Monte-Cristo glanced at Bertuccio, who became whiter than the wall against which he leaned to prevent himself from falling.
"And is not this daughter dead?" demanded Monte-Cristo. "I fancy I have heard so."
"Yes, monsieur, one-and-twenty years ago, and since then we have not seen the poor marquis three times."
"Thanks, thanks," said Monte-Cristo, judging from the steward's utter prostration that he could not stretch the cord further without danger of breaking it. "Give me a light."
"Shall I accompany you, monsieur?"
"No, it is unnecessary; Bertuccio will show me a light."
And Monte-Cristo accompanied these words by the gift of two pieces of gold, which produced a torrent of thanks and blessings from the concierge.
"Ah, monsieur," said he, after having vainly searched on the mantel piece and the shelves, "I have not got any candles."
"Take one of the carriage-lamps, Bertuccio," said the count, "and show me the apartments."
The steward obeyed in silence, but it was easy to see, from the manner in which the hand that held the light trembled, how much it cost him to obey. They went over a tolerably large ground-floor, a first
