"Pray do no such thing," replied the count, in the most frigid tone; "Ali has many faults mixed with excellent qualities: he cannot possibly
serve you as a pattern, not being, as you are, a paid servant, but a mere
slave—a dog! who, should he fail in his duty toward me, I should not
discharge from my service, but kill!"
Baptistin opened his eyes with strong and unfeigned astonishment.
"You seem incredulous," said Monte-Cristo, who repeated to Ali in the Arabic language what he had just been saying to Baptistin in French.
The Nubian smiled assentingly to his master's words, then, kneeling on one knee, respectfully kissed the hand of the count. This corroboration of the lesson he had just received put the finishing stroke to the wonder and stupefaction of Baptistin. The count then motioned the valet-de-chambre to retire, and to Ali to follow himself into his study, where they conversed long and earnestly together. As the hand of the pendule pointed to five o'clock, the count struck thrice upon his gong. When Ali was wanted one stroke was given, two summoned Baptistin, and three Bertuccio. The steward entered.
"My horses!" said Monte-Cristo.
"They are at the door harnessed to the carriage, as your excellency desired. Does M. le Comte wish me to accompany him?"
"No, the coachman, Ali, and Baptistin will be sufficient."
The count descended, and beheld his carriage drawn by the very pair of horses he had so much admired in the morning as the property of Danglars. As he passed them he said:
"They are extremely handsome, certainly, and you have done well to purchase them, only you were slow about it."
"Indeed, your excellency, I had very considerable difficulty in obtaining them, and, as it is, they have cost an enormous price."
"Are they on that account less beautiful?" inquired the count, shrugging his shoulders.
"Nay, if your excellency is satisfied, all is as I could wish it. Whither does M. le Comte desire to be driven?"
"To the residence of M. le Baron Danglars, Rue de la Chaussée d'Antin."
This conversation had passed as they stood upon the terrace, from which a flight of stone steps led to the carriage-drive. As Bertuccio, with a respectful bow, was moving away, the count called him back.
"I have another commission for you, M. Bertuccio," said he; "I am desirous of having an estate by the seaside in Normandy—for instance, between Havre and Boulogne. You see I give you a wide range. It will be absolutely necessary that the place you may select have a small
