in France, and in order to marry in an orthodox manner, you must have papers which undeniably establish your identity."
"That is the misfortune! You see I have not these necessary papers."
"Fortunately, I have them, though," said Monte-Cristo.
"You!"
"Yes."
"You have them?"
"I have them."
"Ah, indeed!" said the major, who, seeing the object of his journey frustrated by the absence of the papers, feared also that his forgetfulness might give rise to some difficulty concerning the forty-eight thousand francs "ah, indeed, that is a fortunate circumstance; yes, that really is lucky, for it never occurred to me to bring them."
"I do not at all wonder at it—one cannot think of everything; but, happily, the Abbe Busoni thought for you."
"He is an excellent person!"
"He is extremely prudent and thoughtful."
"He is an admirable man," said the major; "and he sent them to you?"
"Here they are." The major clasped his hands in token of admiration. "You married Oliva Corsinari in the church of San Paolo del Monte-Cattini; here is the priest's certificate."
"Yes, indeed, there it is truly," said the Italian, looking on with astonishment.
"And here is Andrea Cavalcanti's baptismal register, given by the curé of Saravezza."
"All quite correct."
"Take these documents, then; they do not concern me. You will give them to your son, who will, of course, take great care of them."
"I should think so, indeed! If he were to lose them"
"Well, and if he were to lose them?" said Monte-Cristo.
"In that case," replied the major, "it would be necessary to write to the cure for duplicates, and it would be some time before they could be obtained."
"It would be a difficult matter to arrange," said Monte-Cristo.
"Almost an impossibility," replied the major.
"I am very glad to see that you understand the value of these papers."
"I regard them as invaluable."
"Now," said Monte-Cristo, "as to the mother of the young man"
"As to the mother of the young man" repeated the Italian, with anxiety.
