"He is really out, sir," replied Baptistin.
"Out, even to me?"
"I know how happy my master always is to receive M. le Comte," said Baptistin; "and I should therefore never include him in any general order."
"You are right; and now I wish to see him on an affair of great importance; do you think it will be long before he comes in?"
"No, I think not; for he ordered his breakfast at ten o'clock."
"Well, I will go and take a turn in the Champs Elysées, and at ten o'clock I will return here; meanwhile, if M. le Comte should come in, will you beg him not to go out again without seeing me?"
"You may depend on my doing so, sir," said Baptistin.
Albert left the fiacre in which he had come standing at the door of the count, intending to take a turn on foot. As he was passing the Allée des Veuves, he thought he saw the count's horses standing at Gosset's shooting-gallery; he approached, and soon recognized the coachman.
"Is M. le Comte shooting in the gallery?" said Morcerf.
"Yes, sir," replied the coachman. Whilst he was speaking, Albert had heard the report of two or three pistol-shots. He entered, and on his way met the waiter.
"Excuse me, M. le Vicomte," said the lad; "but will you have the kindness to wait a moment?"
"What for, Philip?" asked Albert, who, being a constant visitor there, did not understand this opposition to his entrance.
"Because the person who is now in the gallery prefers being alone and never practices in the presence of any one."
"Not even before you, Philip? Then who loads his pistol?"
"His servant."
"A Nubian?"
"A Negro."
"It is he, then?"
"Do you know this gentleman?"
"Yes, and I am come to look for him; he is a friend of mine."
"Oh! that is quite another thing, then. I will go immediately and inform him of your arrival."
And Philip, urged by his own curiosity, entered the gallery; a second afterward Monte-Cristo appeared on the threshold.
"I ask your pardon, my dear count," said Albert, "for following you here; and I must first tell you that it was not the fault of your servants that I did so; I alone am to blame for this indiscretion. I went to your house, and they told me you were out, but that they expected you home at ten o'clock to breakfast. I was walking about in order to pass away
