Madame de Villefort at this really did turn pale, and was very nearly angry with this household plague, who answered to the name of Edward; but the count, on the contrary, smiled, and appeared to look at the boy complacently, which caused the maternal heart to bound again with joy and enthusiasm.
"But, madame," replied the count, continuing the conversation, and looking by turns at Madame de Villefort and Valentine, "have I not already had the honor of meeting yourself and mademoiselle before? I could not help thinking so just now; the idea came over my mind, and as mademoiselle entered, the sight of her was an additional ray of light thrown on a. confused remembrance; excuse me the remark."
"I do not think it likely, sir; Mademoiselle de Villefort is not very fond of society, and we very seldom go out," said Madame de Villefort.
"Then it was not in society that I met with mademoiselle or yourself, madame, or this charming little merry boy. Besides, the Parisian world is entirely unknown to me, for, as I believe I told you, I have been in Paris but very few days. No, but, perhaps, you will permit me to call to mind—stay!"
The count placed his hand on his brow as if to collect his thoughts.
"No—it was somewhere—away from here—it was—I do not know—but it appears that this recollection is connected with a lovely sky and some religious fête; mademoiselle was holding flowers in her hand, the boy was chasing a beautiful peacock in a garden, and you, madame, were under the trellis of some arbor. Pray, come to my aid, madame; do not these circumstances bring to your mind some reminiscences?"
"No, indeed," replied Madame de Villefort; "and yet it appears to me, sir, that if I had met you anywhere, the recollection of you must have been imprinted on my memory."
"Perhaps M. le Comte saw us in Italy," said Valentine, timidly.
"Yes, in Italy; it was in Italy most probably," replied Monte-Cristo. "You have traveled then in Italy, mademoiselle?"
"Yes; madame and I were there two years ago. The doctors were afraid of my lungs, and prescribed the air of Naples. We went by Bologna, Perugia, and Rome."
"Ah, yes true! mademoiselle," exclaimed Monte-Cristo, as if this simple indication was sufficient to determine his recollection. "It was at Perugia on the day of the Fete-Dieu in the garden of the Hotel des Postes, when chance brought us together; you, Madame de Villefort, and her son. I now remember having had the honor of meeting you."
"I perfectly well remember Perugia, sir, and the Hotel des Postes, and the fête to which you allude," said Madame de Villefort, "but in vain do I tax my memory, of whose treachery I am ashamed, for I
