"No, dear Morcerf; you know I only refuse when the thing is impossible. Besides, it is important," added he, in a low tone, "that I should remain in Paris just now to watch the letter-box of the paper."
"Ah! you are a good and an excellent friend," said Albert; "yes, you are right; watch, watch, Beauchamp, and try to discover the enemy who made this disclosure."
Albert and Beauchamp parted; the last pressure of their hands expressed what their tongues could not before a stranger.
"Beauchamp is a worthy fellow," said Monte-Cristo, when the journalist was gone; "is he not, Albert?"
"Yes, and a sincere friend; I love him devotedly. But now we are alone, although it is immaterial to me, where are we going?"
"Into Normandy, if you like."
"Delightful; shall we be quite retired? have no society, no neighbors?"
"Our companions will be riding-horses, dogs to hunt with, and a fishing-boat."
"Exactly what I wish for; I will apprise my mother of my intention, and return to you."
"But shall you be allowed to go into Normandy?"
"I may go where I please."
"Yes, I am aware you may go alone, since I once met you in Italy—but to accompany the mysterious Monte-Cristo?"
"You forget, count, that I have often told you of the deep interest my mother takes in you."
"'Woman is fickle,' said Francis I.; 'woman is like a wave of the sea,' said Shakspere; both the great king and the poet ought to have known Woman well."
"My mother is not Woman, but a woman."
"Pardon me, if, as a foreigner, I do not perfectly comprehend the subtle distinctions of your language."
"I mean, my mother clings to her sentiments; when once entertained they are entertained forever."
"Ah, indeed!" said Monte-Cristo, sighing, "and you think she does me the honor of entertaining for me any sentiment except that of perfect indifference."
"I repeat it, you must really be a very strange and superior man, for my mother is so absorbed by the interest you have excited, that when I am with her, she speaks of no one else."
"And does she try to make you dislike a Manfred like me?"
"On the contrary, she often says, 'Morcerf, I believe the count to be a noble fellow; try to gain his esteem.'"
"Indeed!" said Monte-Cristo, sighing.
