"The boy triumphed, and this victory rendered him so audacious,
that all the money of Assunta, whose affection for him seemed to
increase as he became more unworthy of it, was spent in caprices she
knew not how to contend against, and follies she had not the courage
to prevent. When I was at Rogliano everything went on properly; but
no sooner was my back turned than Benedetto became master, and
everything went ill. When he was only eleven, he chose his companions from among the young men of eighteen or twenty, the worst
characters in Bastia, or, indeed, in Corsica; and they had already, for
some pieces of mischief, been several times threatened with a prosecution. I became alarmed, as any prosecution might be attended with
serious consequences. I was compelled, at this period, to leave Corsica on an important expedition; I reflected for a long time, and with the
hope of averting some impending misfortune, I resolved that Benedetto
should accompany me.
"I hoped that the active and laborious life of a smuggler, with the severe discipline on board, would have a salutary effect on his character, well-nigh if not quite corrupted. I spoke to Benedetto alone, and pro posed to him to accompany me, endeavoring to tempt him by all the promises most likely to dazzle the imagination of a child of twelve years old. He heard me patiently; and when I had finished burst out laughing.
"'Are you mad, uncle!' (he called me by this name when he was in a good humor); 'do you think I am going to change the life I lead for your mode of existence—my agreeable indolence for the hard and precarious toil you impose on yourself? exposed to the bitter frost at night, and the scorching heat by day, compelled to conceal yourself, and when you are perceived, receive a volley of balls, and all to earn a paltry sum? Why, I have as much money as I want; mother Assunta always furnishes me when I ask for it! You see that I should be a fool to accept your offer.'
"The arguments and this audacity perfectly stupefied me. Benedetto rejoined his associates, and I saw him from a distance point me out to them as a fool."
"Sweet child!" murmured Monte-Cristo.
"Oh! had he been my own son," replied Bertuccio, "or even my nephew, I would have brought him back to the right road, for the knowledge that you are doing your duty gives you strength; but the idea that I was striking a child whose father I had killed made it impossible for me to punish him. I gave my sister, who constantly defended the unfortunate boy, good advice; and as she confessed that she had several times missed money to a considerable amount, I showed her a
